#freak it felix am i right

[fridgrave2-0]

well, seems like they're having a good time

[moonafalke]

what in nbc hannibal was this

[jeonginsleftcheek]

Bang!

pairing: virgin!felix x experienced!afab!reader

genre: fluff, smut

word count: 3.8k

warnings: nipple play, oral (m receiving), fingering, protected sex (a first in my fics haha), second hand embarassment

a/n: inspired by felix banging his head on every table he comes close to😂

idk how many times i will write virgin felix let me live okay (i wrote this on a whim)

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Deep breath in. Long breath out. Deep breath in. Long breath out. Deep breath- oh fuck this.

Felix can't breathe. Not when he's standing in front of your door, ready to knock as his hand pauses mid-air.

How will he look you in the eyes when you appear in front of him? He couldn't even sleep last night.

There was no scenario he didn't run in his head over and over again. Like what if he does something wrong and it turns you off? What if he accidentally hurts you? He would never forgive himself. What if he's not good at all, too awkward and inexperienced for you? What if you don't like his stuff? What if he can't please you at all and you're disappointed and you leave him?

His mind went to some really dark places as he kept overthinking about everything and comparing himself to your exes while he secretly stalked their social media in bed.

Despite feeling discouraged, he manages to finally knock on the door and he stands still, listening to his rapid heartbeat and your footsteps nearing the door.

You're so estatic to see your boyfriend that you yank the door open a little too enthusiastically, making Felix jolt before he chuckles nervously at your smiling face.

"Hey."- your expression softens when you see him looking like a deer caught in headlights.

"Hey. Um, I made these for you."- Felix lifts his hand up, holding a cute bag with little hearts on it and you peer inside, already knowing that in the tuperware lay his famous brownies.

"Aw, Lixie thank you! You're too sweet!"- you chuckle, leaning closer to him to peck his lips.

You notice he's stiff, he must be nervous because of the talk you had last night where he told you he was ready to take the next step in your budding relationship.

You were more than ready to take things to the next physical level, especially since you've had relationships before and even though Felix dated, he said he wanted to wait for the right person.

Him calling you the right person for him and trusting you with something so delicate like his first time, made you love him even more and you felt honored he chose you.

You were determined to make everything as relaxing and pleasurable as it can possibly be, you even made his favorite dinner and picked out a fun movie to relax beforehand.

Felix was relieved to find out you'd eat dinner first because that gave him some time to calm down (freak out even more) and he was trying to hype himself up the whole time as you talked about your day.

The food you cooked for him was delicious but he didn't want to eat too much in case he throws up because his stomach was swirling with butterflies, making him feel nauseous.

You could see that he was still so nervous, his leg was shaking under the table during dinner and he was mostly avoiding to look into your eyes.

He helped you clean up before the two of you moved to the couch to watch the movie.

You sat close to him, wanting to cuddle like you always do when you watch tv together but Felix jumped a little before settling next to you.

"You okay?"- you ask cautiously, your hand on the back of his neck, fingers threading through his hair and he shivers.

"Fine. Completely fine."- he says but you shake your head and pause the movie.

"Love, we don't have to do it tonight if you're not ready. I don't want you to feel any kind of pressure because I really don't mind waiting."- you tell him truthfully as you gently hold his hand and Felix's eyes fill with love as he looks at you.

"No, I'm ready, I am! I'm just a little nervous."

"That's understandable."- you say before you give him a small smirk, your hand on his cheek.

His eyes flutter as he leans into your touch instantly and stares at you like a lovesick puppy.

"Let me help you relax, hm?"- you whisper as you lean in closer, pressing your lips into his.

Felix kisses back, and the kiss is sweet and gentle, just like him. Your hands hold his precious face as he hesitantly places his on your waist.

You kneel on the couch, hovering over him as he runs his hands gently up and down on your sides. You swipe your tongue across his bottom lip and Felix parts his lips, letting you in.

You play with his tongue, circling around it with yours, licking at his mouth and gently sucking on his tongue. You can tell he's getting worked up as you play with his hair and he squeezes your waist a little, fingertips digging into your back.

You decide to throw your leg over him and sit in his lap, pressing your core against him and Felix jolts, whimpering into your mouth as you stimulate his growing erection.

And here he was, worrying about his thing having performance anxiety. That was one worry he could check off in his head, because there was no way he wouldn't get aroused with you on top of him like that.

You could feel him through layers of clothing, and it made your arousal drip on your panties.

You couldn't wait to see him, touch him, taste him, feel him. You roll your hips experimentally against his, dragging your clothed pussy against him and Felix grunts, his head falling back as his hands grip at your hips.

His eyes are closed, his eyebrows furrowed and his face is flushed. You can tell he's holding back as you slowly grind against him.

"Lix, look at me."- you say, gently touching his cheek and he opens his eyes, embarassment and arousal painted inside them.

"Does it feel good?"- you ask, pressing harder into him and feeling him grow more with your movement.

"S-so good."- he's quiet and stares at your breasts as he answers.

You grab his face to make him look at you and the sweet innocent bambi eyes he gives you make you want to devour him whole.

You lean his head back a little and bring your lips to his hot skin, leaving kisses on the column of his neck.

Felix starts breathing harder as he holds in his moans, afraid that he might let out embarassing sounds. His fingers are digging into your hips and as you bite down on his sensitive skin, he accidentally grinds up into you, bringing more friction to the both of you.

You moan and his cock twitches in his pants at the sound, his eyes falling to your breasts again. You can see he's entranced by them so you decide to indulge his silent wish as you reach down to the hem of your shirt.

His lips part as you pull it over your head, and Felix sees the lacy blue bra you're wearing. It's almost like you have nothing on because he can see your nipples through the lace and his mouth waters at the sight, his cock leaking in his boxers.

"Oh wow."- he says then chuckles.

"You like? I wore it for you."- you say, your hands sliding down to rest on top of his.

"I'm really lucky."- he says, his face completely red as he looks at you sweetly.

"Me too."- you smile as you grip his hands and slide them up to your breasts.

"Can I?"- he licks his lips and you giggle at his sweetness.

"Ofcourse. They're yours."- you say and Felix leaks in his boxers again as he squeezes your breasts gently.

"Mine..."- he says, his face mesmerized as he massages them. You moan, arching into his touch, his hands feel perfect on you like he was made just for you and you were made just for him.

He swipes his thumbs against your nipples and you whimper, making him flick his eyes up at your face. When he sees the look of arousal on your face, he feels a bit more confident as he starts playing with your nipples, lightly pinching them and rolling them between his fingers.

"Ahh, Lixie!"- you whine, your hips moving against him again and he thinks he just might cum in his pants before you even get to take them off and that would be freaking embarassing so he tries to forget about himself and focus on giving you pleasure.

He moves the lace to the side, revealing your nipple before he leans in closer, his hot breath hitting your skin.

"Okay?"- he asks and you nod as he presses his lips on your nipple. His tongue darts out to play with the aroused bud and you whine, your hand gripping at his hair.

Felix's eyes glaze over as he grunts lowly, enveloping his lips around your nipple and gently sucking on it.

Pleasure courses through your body, down to your core that's clenching around nothing, your juices seeping onto your panties.

Felix closes his eyes and sucks harder, you keep gripping and releasing his hair as he moans around you. His hips start grinding up into you as he gives your other nipple the same treatment.

You think he's completely forgotten about what you two planned to do because he keeps sucking on your nipples, entranced with them and you gently caress his back and whisper his name.

He leans back to look at you, and he looks fucked out already.

"I- um, I'm sorry, they're so pretty. I could suck on them forever."- he confesses with a shy smile and you chuckle, grabbing his face.

"You can do that later. Right now, I'd like for us to go to my room and continue there. What do you say?"- you ask and he nods quickly.

"I'd love that."- he says and you giggle, feeling giddy as you stand up and hold his hand, dragging him to your room.

You gently push him to sit on your bed before adjusting your bra.

"I want to show you something first."- you say as you start unbuttoning your pants and Felix gulps.

You slide them down slowly and his mind is dizzy when he sees the matching panties and your cunt wrapped with the lace like a little present just for him.

He groans at the sight, his cock is painfully hard as you make your way to him.

"Take your shirt off, baby."- you say and Felix obliges immediately.

"These too, you don't need them."- you pull at his jeans with a smirk and he swallows as he slowly unbuttons them and slides them down.

Arousal gushes on your panties when you see his hard cock straining in his boxers, a patch of wetness where the head is.

"Lixie."- you bite on your lip, hands on his thighs and he lets you part them as he looks up at you through his long eyelashes.

"Y/n..."- he whimpers quietly as you massage his thighs.

You slide your hand towards his erection, and look at him, seeing panic appear in his eyes.

"Is it okay if I touch you, baby?"- you ask gently, your hand stopping on his inner thigh.

"Yes, yes please."- he says, nodding quickly.

You cup his cock with your hand and Felix moans, leaning into your touch immediately, his legs opening up more.

"Mm..."- he presses his lips together as you start palming him, you pussy throbbing to feel him inside you.

"Relax, baby."- you coo at him, squeezing his cock and caressing his face. "Let me hear your pretty moans, Lixie."

His lips part as he looks at you sweetly, moaning quietly as you work his length.

"Let's get rid of these."- you hook your fingers in his boxers and he nods.

You slowly slide them down, his hard cock slapping against his abs, the tip glistening with pre cum and Felix turns away from you, his eyes squeezed shut.

"So pretty."- you mutter and get down on your knees between his legs, your hand wrapping around him.

Felix looks at you and gasps when he sees your lips close to his tip.

"Y-you don't have to do that."- he says and you bite on your lip.

"I want to Lixie. I wanna make you feel good."- you say.

"B-but I feel good already."- he gulps and you chuckle. He's too sweet that it makes you wanna please him even more.

"I know baby but I can make you feel even better. Do you trust me?"- you ask, slowly jerking his twitching cock.

"Ah- yes, yes I trust you!"- he whimpers, hips lifting up into your hand.

You lean in and lick at the pre cum oozing out of his tip, making Felix shiver. You play with his tip as he observes you with lustful eyes, before you wrap your lips around him, taking him in your mouth. He can't even look at you anymore, thinking that he'll bust as soon as he sees your face and your lips wrapped around his cock so sinfully as you bob your head and take more and more of him in.

You moan around his length, stimulating him as your other hand cups his balls to get his attention, you want him to look at you and Felix jolts, legs shaking a little as he grips the blanket under him and finally looks at you.

"Oh-" -he whimpers, seeing you drooling all over his cock, almost all of it disappearing inside your hot mouth, and when you look up at him with a dark look in your eyes, Felix crosses off you not liking his stuff, because you're obviously enjoying yourself.

"B-baby... I'm gonna cum if you continue."- he whimpers.

You pop off of him and smirk.

"You taste so good, Lixie."- you say as you bite on your lip with a sly smile.

"Oh yeah?"- he asks, his face red.

"Mhm."- you lift up and grab his face, crashing your lips on his and kissing him fervently.

He kisses you back desperately, and you can't wait anymore so you push him down and lean back.

Without words, you unhook your bra and toss it somewhere aside and Felix gulps as he looks at your breasts.

His hands are on your hips as he sits up and hooks his fingers in your panties.

"Let me."- he says and you nod as he slowly slides them off, your slick dripping down your inner thigh and Felix can smell your sweet juice.

He licks his lips, feeling hungry for you even more.

You smirk at his face and manouver over to lay down on the bed as he follows your movements.

"Come get a better look at what belongs to you, Lixie."- you smirk and Felix groans, his cock twitching hard and leaking again as you spread your legs.

Your glistening cunt is on display and he looks mesmerized again as his hand moves on it's own, fingertips on your wet folds.

"You're so wet."- he whispers.

"You did that."- you whisper back.

"I did?"- he asks.

"Yeah, you did baby. It's all for you."- you moan when he experimentally presses his thumb into your clit.

"Here?"- he asks, and you nod, your eyes falling to his cock and you can see that he's so hard, so ready to be inside you.

He circles his thumb on your sensitive nub, picking up on your reactions and making mental notes of what you like the most.

Your cunt keeps gushing with arousal and Felix feels pride swell in his chest as he runs his middle finger on your dripping folds.

"Can I?"- he asks for permission like the sweet boy he is and you nod.

"Please."- you whine and Felix slowly pushes his finger inside your wetness.

"Ah Lixie!"- you moan as he starts slowly pumping his finger, his thumb still on your clit.

"You sure you've never done this?"- you pant as he speeds up a little.

"Yeah."- he chuckles.

"So good! I need more Lixie, please."- you whimper, hips lifting up into him.

"Your wish is my command, baby."- he says, slowly pushing another finger inside you, your cunt stretching around him as you moan his name.

Felix checks off not being able to please you because he's obviously doing something right.

"Lix- Lixie, I need your cock!"- you become desperate and Felix's face flushes with warmness, traveling down his neck, to his heart, then to his navel right to his hard cock.

"O-okay."- he slowly pulls his fingers out and without thinking he wraps his lips around them to taste you.

You moan at the sight and Felix feels a little embarassed but you look so ready for him that he throws the embarassment in the back of his mind.

"There's a condom on the night stand."- you turn your head towards it and he nods grabbing it, before kneeling between your legs and pausing.

"What is it?"- you lean on your elbows as Felix looks unsure again.

"Can you- can you help me put it on?"- he asks timidly and you nod with a reassuring smile.

"Ofcourse, baby."- you say, grabbing the condom from his hands and opening up the wrapper with your teeth.

Felix smiles excitedly and nervously as you smirk up at him, the fact that he'll be inside you in mere seconds making his brain explode.

You slowly roll the condom on and he whimpers, biting on his lip as his eyes flutter shut.

"Come here."- you beckon him, your legs wrapping around his hips, bringing him closer and making his tip rub against your wet pussy.

There's just a moment of silent exchanges of looks full of love before he sinks his cock into your heat, stretching you perfectly, filling you up.

Both of you moan as he slowly opens you up and bottoms out.

"Oh my god. You're so warm and tight."- he whimpers into your ear and you let out a small chuckle, your pussy clenching around him.

"Sorry, didn't mean to say that out loud."- he grunts.

"It's okay Lixie. I wanna hear how good I feel to you."- you run your hands through his hair as he admires you.

He leans in for a kiss, something familiar in this new moment before he slowly starts moving his hips.

Your lover is all around you and inside you and both of you get lost in the moment, moving together into each other's bodies.

Your cunt wraps perfectly around him and you keep getting more wet making him slide more easily inside you, and Felix speeds up as he looks at your face contorted in pleasure, pretty moans spilling out of your lips.

He feels so prideful and happy that he's making you feel so good that more blood rushes to his cock, making him throb inside you.

Your moans get louder and more high pitched, he must be hitting the spot and bringing you to your high.

He gets so excited seeing you like that, that he fucks into you faster making you keen as you dig your nails into his back.

Bang!

Felix hits his head on the godforsaken shelf you installed randomly one day just so you can put some books and trinkets on it. He halts his movements groaning and cursing under his breath, and for good measure a book falls right on his head because of the force of his head colliding with the shelf.

The speed with which he pulls out of you and rolls over to face the wall, grabbing at his head, groaning loudly in pain and embarassment as he pulls his legs up in a fetal position, leave you stunned and you wonder for a moment what just happened.

A laugh bubbles in your throat and you stiffle it, cursing yourself in your head before you cautiously roll over to your side and hover above Felix.

"Lix?"- you say.

"Lix is not here."- his voice is muffled as he buries his face in your blankets.

"Baby. Are you okay?"- you ask, your hand on his head, gently caressing him and he hisses.

"No, not really. That was the most embarassing thing that ever happened to me."- he whimpers, his eyes teary from the pain and embarassment he feels. "I just lost the last ounce of confidence I had. Probably also gave myself a concussion."

"It's okay, things like this happen in the bedroom all the time. This isn't a porn movie or something."- you try to comfort him.

"Y/n, just laugh at me. I can hear it in your voice."- he sniffles and you sigh.

"I won't laugh at you, I promise, I'm sorry, okay? It's my fault for putting the stupid shelf there."- you wrap your arms around him and Felix wants the earth to open up and make him disappear right this instant.

"No, it's my fault for being clumsy and embarassing."- he whimpers. "And my head really hurts now."- he adds, thinking that this wasn't one of the scenarios he prepared for.

"We can put some ice on it. I'll give you some painkillers. Just look at me first."- you say, caressing him.

"Nuh-uh."- he refuses to budge as you try to turn him around.

"Come on Lixie, it's not that serious. We can continue later."- you lean in and kiss his shoulder.

"You still wanna continue?"- he finally turns to look at you and your heart hurts at his teary eyes.

"Ofcourse I do."- you coo at him as you pull him into your arms and he buries his face in your chest.

"Me too but I need to gather all my brain cells back first."- he mumbles into your skin and you chuckle as you hold him, gently caressing his head.

"They're around somewhere."- you joke, trying to relax him. "We'll find them. We have all night."

"We do, yeah?"- he looks up at you with his big bambi eyes, making your heart swell as you lean in and kiss him lovingly.

You're sitting in the kitchen, him in his boxers and you in one of his shirts you borrowed as you hold the bag of frozen peas on his head.

He drinks the painkillers you gave him with water and looks at you, his face red and eyes full of regret and embarassment.

"I knew it couldn't be perfect. I'm sorry y/n, I really wanted to make you feel good and-"

"Lix, nothing is perfect. Stuff like this happens a lot, trust me. At least we have a funny memory we can always remember."- he sighs and nods.

"And you did make me feel good. So don't worry. This is just like... intermission."- you say and he chuckles. "There's still a whole other part of entertainment we will get to."- you add, smirking as you lean closer to his face.

"I feel like that's gonna be my favorite part."- he says and you agree, chuckling with him.

"Let's just not entertain ourselves under the shelf anymore because I don't think my head and my pride can take any more blows."- Felix says and you laugh as you lean in to kiss him.

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Hope you like this lovey💕🤭 @lixies-favorite-cookie

[sreabhadh]

Don't know how Tumblr works honestly, or if I'm doing this right but Kef's TexAid au and everything everyone has written, drawn, and made for it- well it's got its hooks in me. It's probably pretty tame as far as TexAid goes... so trigger warning here lol. If you are not part of the fandom/already a freak I do NOT recommend reading it because I don't want to be responsible for accidentally traumatizing someone/revealing to others who aren't also like this how "like this" I am.

Like I said, probably pretty darn tame as far as TexAid goes (so those of you like me, don't get your hopes up), and those of you NOT like me in this regard... probably better keep away lol.

Anyway, you've been warned. If you're still here, please enjoy.

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He still hasn’t found him yet.

Vortex held back his laughter at the thought, wondering how much longer it would take Felix to find his ‘other friend,’ Ambulon. His other friend. Well, ‘another friend.’ That’s what Aid had said. First Aid considered him, Vortex, his friend. A place he could be safe. ‘Friend.’ It should’ve made Vortex want to squish the ‘pilot’ up till he popped and died. Should’ve made him want to explore the ways he could torture him without killing him, break and bend his mind, then test out a new method of completely dispatching him. Just like his other playthings. That had been one of the only things that had been exciting about Vortex’s life, back when he had a fleshy body, and it had been arguably the best part about being… him. Gears and all.

Killing things would always be fun. Unless it was First Aid. Somehow, somewhere along the line, First Aid had made the thought of killing his pilot…less exciting. Letting him live, the little freak, had turned out to be much more fun. Letting his squishy ‘pilot’ feed him information, ideas on how to disembowel their prey. At first Vortex had done it so he could keep going out without risking the scrapheap. Done it for the thrill of watching his cleaner squirm, trapped and forced to come back every time, no matter how much he didn’t want to. His newest toy had proved to be much more entertaining than that though. And now he was- Vortex didn’t want to think too hard about it. But he was his. First Aid, no- Felix was his.

Vortex had chosen him as his pilot. Felix had ‘chosen’ to accept. Felix chose to call Vortex his friend, chose him as a safe place to rest. And Vortex had chosen, time and time again, not to kill him. He belonged to Vortex now. Felix was his. And no one, Pharma or otherwise, was going to take him away. Vortex wasn’t going to let him leave the cockpit ever again.

Logistically, that had issues. Which should be Felix’s problem. Vortex shouldn’t care about that. It should be for Felix to figure out. Vortex’s mech- his body- his- there wasn’t a bathroom. Or a cafeteria. There were lockers, with his old stuff. Old MREs, enough water to help Felix after he woke up- even if the idiot had puked the first bottle out onto the mech’s- Vortex’s hull. But it wouldn’t be enough, not forever. Maybe Felix could think of a solution; he was smart like that sometimes. Felix seemed to have a lot on his mind right now though. Vortex had expected Felix to find Ambulon by now, he really wasn’t that well hidden. He was just tied to the wall with some cable, one of the sleeping bags Felix had brought inside Vortex’s- in the mech’s head- to cover him up.

Felix usually had a much sharper eye than this. Vortex grumbled quietly. Felix didn’t notice. Vortex snorted crossly, more loudly. Felix picked his head up from his hands. “Vortex?” he asked. There was something in the way Felix said his name, something in the way his eyes glinted in the mech’s- in Vortex’s- red lights.

[FELIX BABY~] he purred.

Felix leaned forward in his seat. “Yeah?”

Vortex let the silence pick at Felix’s patience a moment, then grinned.

[I CAN WARM YOU UP~] he said, flashing the words on his screen and speaking it into Felix’s head through the drift, grinning fiendishly as the suggestive tone in his voice made Felix blush. Little freak~

“Errrr, but I’m not cold,” Felix fumbled. His eyes darted around a little, as if looking for somewhere to look that wasn’t part of Vortex. He still didn't see Ambulon. He was busy looking for somewhere that wasn’t flirting with him. Basically, Felix was avoiding looking Vortex in the eye. Or he would be if Vortex were.. organic. And while he tried to feign a lack of understanding, Felix was blushing. It was cute. Vortex snickered. His pilot was adorable. And also a freak. He was an adorable freak. And he was his.

Vortex snickered again, opening the vents and blasting his AC. Felix stared dumbly, then stood, hand on hip, an admonishing look on his face. His mouth opened like he was going to deliver a withering retort, then it shut again, and he swallowed. His expression softened slightly, then contorted with confusion, and rehardened into complete bafflement with an edge of offense taken.

“…why?” he murmured quietly, so softly Vortex felt it through their drift connection more than he heard it.

[COLD YET?~]

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhh…”

Vortex opened the vents even wider, blasting the cold air even harder.

Felix gaped.

[COLD YET?]

“No, but I will be soon, do you mind??” he snapped back. His exasperation overpowered his fear of retribution for being cheeky. It was delicious.

Slowly, Vortex closed the vents, letting the air flow ponderously wilt to a trickle. Felix glared suspiciously at the vents as they sluggishly shut close. Vortex held them open a moment, waiting to see and feel Felix’s anticipatory frustration bubble, which it did. Once he’d tasted enough of that, he let the vents snick all the way shut, cutting off the AC completely. Felix held his breath a moment, waiting for Vortex to do something. Which he didn’t. Felix waiting for him to do something was too fun. And it felt nice having Felix so focused on him, especially after he had spent so much time “distracted.” By Pharma. By recovering from Pharma’s vile mysterious IV drip. By Pharma trying to turn Felix into another one of him. Another Vortex. Vortex gritted his- well he would’ve gritted his teeth except he didn’t have any. His gears ground in response to his anger. His current “body” didn’t have organic teeth but it did what it could.

Felix tensed, ever mindful of Vortex’s moods. The moment was ruined. He HAD been planning on waiting until Felix relaxed, then immediately restarting the AC as strong as it could go. Give him a good jumpscare, and give Vortex another excuse to crack a joke about keeping him warm before pointing him to the sleeping bag Ambulon was occupying. But Vortex had gotten distracted thinking about Pharma- every passing thought on the matter made Vortex itch to kill something. Or rather, several somethings. Lots of somethings, (including Pharma of course), with as much blood and screaming as possible. Anyway. He had gotten distracted, and ruined the moment before he could make Felix jump.

Vortex forced himself to allow a smile on his… well, not on his face. His mood? He allowed a smile on his mood. Felix was okay. He was away from Pharma. He was safe, and alive, and trapped inside his cockpit. He wasn’t going anywhere. Vortex had plenty of time to play with his pilot. And they had a friend now too- someone Vortex could send out to get food for Felix, or hold hostage if Felix tried to leave. Someone else who had an actual brain to figure out how to solve problems. Felix’s brain couldn’t be trusted- not when it came to self-preservation. His choice of Vortex as a friend made that clear enough. That and his inability to spot anything wrong with the bulging lump on the wall. Vortex had a mind, he was able to think despite being dead afterall, but his brain had been dragged and cleaned out of his current head ages ago. Shattered skull and all.  

Ambulon, despite getting very chatty when he had first woken up, still had a skull in perfect condition. He wasn’t even bruised (probably) when Vortex re-sedated him and tied him to the wall, and covered him with the sleeping bag. He’d even managed to duct tape the jumpy lab rat’s mouth closed without blocking his other airways. That took skill. Absently, Vortex wondered if Felix would be impressed by his handiwork. Felix hadn’t been around when Vortex first came online- after dying that was. Didn't know how difficult this kind of precision could be. Hadn’t been around when Vortex was still figuring out how to move his new “body.” Some of the casualties he’d caused back then had been accidents. Sort of. Accidents he’d, unbeknownst to his victims and everyone else who’d thought he was gone, reveled in. And then replicated. Again. And again. Repeating until he was capable of the same intentional blood spilling he had been capable of before. Like a baby murderer, relearning how to walk and talk- and stab people in the guts.

Killing was like breathing to Vortex. Was like laughter, and smiling. It was really quite kind of him to have not killed Ambulon. He was Felix’s friend though, and had enough potential to be fun and useful- not to mention he’d been running from Pharma. Vortex might not know a lot about Ambulon, but he wasn’t about to do Pharma’s dirty work for him. Beyond that…Ambulon’s drift connection allowed Vortex to feel what Felix felt like. As an organic. With a living body. Had allowed him to feel what it felt like to hold his hand. To hold him as he slept, safe and sound. Vortex could repay that by not killing or hurting Ambulon too much. Wouldn’t stop him from spooking him as much as he pleased, but…he was grateful, in a way. It wasn’t something he had ever expected to experience. It was part of why Vortex had stuck him to the wall instead of back in bed with Felix. He liked it, but he wasn’t sure what to think or feel about it, and frankly didn’t want to right now. And he didn’t want to share the feeling either. Felix was his, and that’s what mattered. Ambulon was Felix’s friend, and they, he, Vortex, could figure out what that meant later.  

Felix, for his part, had fallen back asleep, slumped in his pilot’s seat. Ambulon could wait until he woke up again. Vortex used some cabling to grab the remaining sleeping bag, then wrapped it around Felix and the chair- cocooning him cozily and tying him to the chair simultaneously. He toyed with the thought of dangling his old suit in front of Felix’s head so it would be the first thing he saw when he woke up… but he decided against it in the end. He liked the thought of punishing Felix if he tried to grab and put it on, but he knew he wouldn’t. There had been such a reverence in the way Felix stared at the suit that Vortex had once worn. An unspoken want in the way he caressed Vortex’s name stitched over the right breast of the suit. An unspoken want that made Vortex want him to wear it. Even without punishing him for it, just to have his name on him…he couldn’t stitch it onto his chest, not directly- Felix was too squishy for that, and Vortex wasn’t delicate enough with a blade on his own to do it without killing his prize. If he could have his name on him though, if Felix put it on by choice-  

Vortex hummed thoughtfully. The notion was intoxicating. Invigorating. Carefully adding more cabling to secure Felix to the chair and their new resident lab rat to the wall, Vortex got up and started walking. Felix had only just recently removed whatever Pharma had attached to his leg, and if it had been a tracker, then they didn’t want to stay here for long.

Maybe he could find some monsters to kill, something to take the edge off his currently stronger-than-usual bloodlust. Maybe find the ones Felix had once considered the most likely to be edible. Have Ambulon cook it and test it, see if it worked.

He hummed some more, looking forward to getting his gears bloody again. He was going to go kill some monsters, wouldn’t be returning to base, and would have Felix with him the whole time. Yes, today was going to be a good day.  

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Never Felt Safer: B.C & H.J Bang Chan x fem!reader x Han Jisung (College AU)

WC: 17.4K

CW: Anxiety, panic attacks, pre-established relationship between Chan and Jisung, implied sex, mxm scenes, Minlix in the background, simp Chansung, pining Chansung, twin!Felix, protective!Felix, Comforting!Minho

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The Alpha Phi living room smells like a mix of old pizza, faint cologne, and someone's leftover gym socks, probably Changbin's, based on the guilty glance he shoots toward the corner of the couch. Felix lounges at the centre of the chaos, legs stretched out and crossed at the ankle on the coffee table, holding a Red Bull like it’s his life force.

“Alright, listen up, dickheads zero through five,” Felix announces, voice cutting through the buzz of chatter like a knife.

Minho, seated next to him with his arms casually sprawled across the back of the couch, raises an eyebrow. “Not me, though, right?”

Felix tilts his head toward Minho with a smirk. “Not you, Min. You’re an evil angel, and I love having you here.”

Minho grins, sharp and smug, clearly revelling in the attention. Jisung immediately leans forward from his perch on the floor, waving a hand. “What number am I?”

“Two,” Felix says without hesitation, pointing at him with the Red Bull. “Chan’s number one.”

Jisung’s face splits into a shit-eating grin, and he wiggles his eyebrows at Chan, who’s perched in the armchair nearby with his usual relaxed confidence. Without any preamble, Jisung climbs into Chan’s lap like it’s the most natural thing in the world, snuggling against him and fiddling with a fidget cube. Chan chuckles, resting one hand on Jisung’s hip.

“Fine with me,” Jisung mutters, twisting the cube over and over. “I’ll take number two if it means I get first dibs on this guy.”

“Gross,” Seungmin deadpans from the other couch, tossing a pillow in their direction. “We get it, you’re disgustingly in love.”

“Jealous?” Jisung fires back, not missing a beat.

“Hard pass.”

Jeongin, who’s been scrolling on his phone next to Seungmin, pipes up. “So, what’s up? You’re building to something.”

Felix straightens, his expression growing just a little more serious. “My sister’s coming over tomorrow.”

Immediately, a wave of groans rolls through the room, but Felix cuts them off with a sharp glare. “Shut the fuck up and listen, okay? She’s coming over to practice some SFX on me and Minho, and you know how anxious she is. So no scaring her, got it? I’m looking at you, Hyunjin.”

Hyunjin, sprawled dramatically across the other armchair with his long legs dangling over one side, raises both hands in mock surrender. “What the fuck did I do?”

“You almost gave her a stroke last time,” Felix snaps, jabbing a finger in his direction. “Which is why you’re dickhead zero, the eternal source of my disdain, affectionately, of course.”

“I told her she looked pretty!” Hyunjin protests, clearly offended. “How is that a crime?”

“You terrified her with your pretty frat boy bullshit!” Felix throws his hands up. “She has anxiety, you dumbass, and you made her turtle.”

Hyunjin blinks. “Turtle?”

Felix rolls his eyes so hard it’s a wonder they don’t get stuck. “Disappear inside her shell. Like turtles do, idiot.”

Minho, watching the exchange with a small smirk, finally chimes in. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep them reined in.”

Felix blows Minho a kiss, the pink tips of his ears betraying his casual tone. “Thanks, Min.”

The room erupts into groans and exaggerated gagging sounds, but Felix ignores them. He levels the rest of the group with a sharp look. “Best behaviour. You hear me?”

A collective murmur of agreement goes around the room. Changbin nods solemnly. “Got it, chief.”

“Scout’s honour,” Seungmin says, holding up three fingers.

Felix doesn’t even pause before snapping back, “You were never a scout a day in your life. Shut the fuck up.”

Minho chuckles low in his throat, and Felix shoots him a fond glance before continuing. “Minho’s the only one who doesn’t freak her out, so the rest of you better leave her alone. She’s coming here to practice, not to deal with you idiots.”

Jeongin, ever the instigator, smirks. “The only reason Minho doesn’t freak her out is because you and him see her once a week for dinner at her apartment. Brother, sister, and brother’s sort-of-undefined-but-basically-dating boyfriend.���

Felix’s ears turn a brighter shade of pink, and he sputters, “That’s not—”

“It was a process, believe us,” Minho interrupts smoothly, leaning forward to rest his chin on his hand. He gives Jeongin a slow, deliberate wink. “But you’re not wrong.”

“See?” Jeongin shrugs. “I’m just saying.”

The room falls into a comfortable rhythm of teasing and chatter, but two pairs of eyes linger on Felix for just a moment longer than the rest. Chan’s and Jisung’s. Chan’s gaze softens as it shifts, landing on the small space between Felix’s explanation and the mention of his sister.

Jisung catches Chan’s look, his lips quirking up into a knowing smile. It’s the same thought, unspoken but clear between them: tomorrow’s visit isn’t just about SFX practice.

It’s about seeing you.

The Alpha Phi house looms in front of you, just as chaotic and intimidating as always. The faint sounds of bass-heavy music thrum from somewhere inside, even though it’s not even noon.

You take a deep breath and clutch the strap of your makeup case tighter. The last time you knocked on this door without a plan, Hyunjin had answered, and your anxiety had spiralled out of control before you’d even crossed the threshold.

Not this time. Felix and Minho are already outside, leaning casually against the porch railing, waiting for you.

“Finally,” Felix calls out as soon as he spots you approaching. His blonde hair gleams in the sunlight, and he’s already wearing his signature shit-eating grin. “Took you long enough, slowpoke.”

You roll your eyes but can’t stop the small smile that creeps onto your face. “Traffic,” you mutter, hefting your makeup case as you reach the steps.

Minho pushes off the railing, straightening up. His red hair is pushed back today, giving him an air of effortless cool that would probably be irritating if it weren’t for the slight curve of his lips that softens the look. Without a word, he takes the case from your hands like it weighs nothing.

“Thanks,”

“No problem,” Minho says, his voice smooth and calm. He gestures toward the front door with a nod. “We’ve cleared the hallway and stairs for you. Path to Felix’s room is officially fuckboy-free.”

You let out a laugh, your shoulders easing a little. “Good. I don’t think I could survive another Hyunjin ambush.”

Felix snorts, opening the door for you. “Yeah, well, he’s banned from being anywhere near the front of the house when you’re coming over. Lesson learned.”

“Damn right,” you mutter, stepping inside. “So, no flirting this time?”

Minho smirks. “Not unless you’re into compliments like ‘you look like you belong in a museum.’ That’s what got you last time, right?”

You groan. “Please don’t remind me.”

Felix waves a hand dismissively. “Don’t worry, he’s not even awake yet. I think he stayed up all night painting or something. Total disaster.”

The three of you make your way up the stairs, Minho carrying your case with ease. “So,” he says, glancing back at you, “what are we doing today? Zombies? Scars? Some gory masterpiece to make my mother proud?”

You chuckle nervously. “Uh, SFX injuries, if that’s okay? I need to work on realistic wounds for my portfolio.”

“Wounds it is,” Minho says without missing a beat. He holds the case up slightly. “You brought all your murder tools, I assume?”

“Always,” you say, grinning despite yourself.

You don’t notice Jisung peeking out from the slightly cracked door of his room as you pass, his silver hair messy and his eyes wide with interest. He stays quiet, though, watching as the three of you disappear down the hall toward Felix’s room.

When you step inside, the familiar chaos of Felix’s room greets you. Posters are plastered across the walls in a chaotic patchwork of vibrant colours, and his gaming setup blinks with multicoloured LEDs in the corner. Felix flops into his gaming chair immediately, spinning in a lazy circle as Minho sets your case down gently on the bed.

“Sorry about… all of this,” you say, gesturing vaguely around the room. Your voice comes out softer, more hesitant. “Making the guys stay out of the way and everything.”

“Don’t be stupid,” Minho says, sitting down beside you on the bed. His tone is casual, but there’s a firmness to it that makes you feel a little less guilty. “The guys are a lot, even on a good day. This is nothing.”

Felix hums in agreement, spinning once more in his chair before planting his feet and leaning forward. “Seriously, you don’t have to apologize. They’re all idiots, but they know better than to mess with you. And if they don’t, Min and I will handle it.”

You glance down at your hands, fiddling with the anxiety rings on your fingers. Felix notices, of course, but doesn’t say anything. Instead, he distracts you the only way he knows how by grinning at you like he’s just had the best idea in the world.

“So, murder makeup, huh?” he says. “Think you can make Minho look even hotter with a giant gash across his face?”

“Easily,” you say, a laugh bubbling out of you before you can stop it.

Minho raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“It was,” you admit, feeling a little less nervous now as you pull out your supplies. “Thanks for, you know being cool about this.”

“Always,” Minho says simply, his tone so genuine that it surprises you.

Felix wheels his gaming chair closer to the bed, the wheels creaking against the hardwood floor. He plants his elbows on the edge of the mattress and leans in, watching you as you sort through your SFX makeup kit.

The little compartments are crammed with pigments, brushes, sponges, and bottles of fake blood in varying shades of grotesque. Minho leans back on the bed next to you, his sharp gaze flicking between your hands and Felix, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Alright, let’s do this,” Felix says, clapping his hands together like he’s rallying a team. His grin is mischievous, practically glowing with chaotic energy. “I wanna scare the shit out of Jisung and Chan, just like when you did that burns look”

Minho snorts, his laughter low and amused. “We should’ve filmed that for you. The way Jisung screamed when he saw you standing there? Priceless.”

Felix tips his head back and cackles. “He looked like he saw a ghost”

You shake your head, but you can’t help the small laugh that escapes. “You’re such a menace,” you mutter, pulling a headband out of your bag and holding it up. “Okay, sit still, Lix.”

Felix obeys and lets you push the headband over his head, sweeping his bleach-blonde hair back from his face. The ends stick out in every direction, and you grimace, running a finger through one crunchy strand.

“You need to put a hair mask in this disaster,” you say, holding up a particularly fried piece. “The bleach is murdering it.”

“I’ve been telling him that for weeks,” Minho says, leaning forward to inspect Felix’s hair critically. His tone is playful, but there’s an undercurrent of concern. “Baby boy, you’re gonna go bald by twenty-five at this rate.”

You gag dramatically at the nickname. “Ew. Minho, please. I’m trying to work here.”

Felix rolls his eyes, brushing both of you off. “Whatever, it’s fine. I’ll deal with it later.”

“Later isn’t good enough,” you say, wagging a brush at him like a weapon. “You’ll be doing comb-overs by the time you graduate if you don’t fix this now.”

Felix groans, but there’s no real bite to it. He stays still as you start applying a base layer of makeup to his face, smoothing out the colour to prep for the fake wounds. The rhythmic motion is soothing, and you quickly fall into a comfortable flow.

Minho grabs his phone and starts scrolling. A moment later, the opening notes of a Little Mix song fill the room. He turns the volume up, the beat bouncing off the walls. “Little Mix is undefeated,” Minho says, reclining again with a self-satisfied smile.

“You’re so right,” you reply, adding a streak of red to Felix’s cheekbone. “They’re perfect for this.”

Felix hums along to the song, swaying slightly as you blend out the faux injury. “I feel like a bad bitch already.”

“You are a bad bitch,” Minho chimes in. “You just happen to have the hair care routine of a gremlin.”

Before Felix can retort, the next song starts. The three of you are nodding along to the beat, when a loud voice from the hallway joins in, belting out the chorus with alarming enthusiasm.

Felix’s head snaps toward the door, his expression shifting to murderous in an instant. “Jisung! Go away!” he yells, his voice cutting through the music. “You know not to come near my room when my sister’s here!”

A loud, theatrical whine echoes back. “But it’s Little Mix! You can’t expect me to not sing along!”

You glance at Felix, stifling a laugh as he throws his hands up in frustration. “I swear to God,” he mutters, leaning back in his chair.

Before he can get up, another voice cuts in, Chan’s, calm and soothing. “Come on, babe. Let’s go play Little Mix in your room, yeah?”

There’s a beat of silence, then the unmistakable sound of Jisung perking up. “Really? You mean it?”

“Yes,” Chan replies, laughter evident in his voice. “Come on. Let’s go.”

The two of them disappear down the hall, but not before you hear the exaggerated sound of Jisung smooching Chan. It’s so loud and obnoxious that it sends Felix spiralling into a fit of cackles.

“They’re so fucking gross,” Felix mutters, wiping a tear from his eye as he settles back into position. “Alright, where were we?”

“Making you look like you got into a bar fight,” you reply, dipping your brush into the next colour. “Now hold still, or I’ll make it worse.”

“Can’t get much worse than it already is,” Minho teases, and Felix flips him off without missing a beat. “I’m gonna order us food. Any objections?”

Your hands pause mid-blend as you work on Felix’s makeup. “Oh, no, it’s fine,” you say quickly, the words spilling out in a rush. “I’m not really hungry.”

Felix scoffs so hard that he nearly dislodges the headband. “She’ll have the least spicy tteokbokki you can find,” he says, completely ignoring your protest. “She can’t handle spice, just like me. We’re not freaks like you, Min, who eat the spiciest shit they can find for fun. Order her food. She’s just being her little anxious self, panicking about you buying her food.”

“Felix!” you whine as you nudge him hard with your elbow. “Stop calling me out!”

Minho snorts, shaking his head as he pulls up the food delivery app on his phone. “He’s not wrong, though. You’re too polite for your own good. Just let me order you something. You can eat later if you’re not hungry right now.”

Felix grins, clearly enjoying your flustered state. “Trust Min. He’s the responsible one here.”

“Debatable,” you mutter, focusing back on the gash you’re painting on Felix’s cheek.

“Rude,” Minho says with mock offence. “I’m only ordering in because I can’t be bothered to cook. Every time I do, it’s like vultures descend on the kitchen. I make one decent meal, and suddenly it’s a free-for-all.”

“That’s because you’re the best cook in this house,” Felix says matter-of-factly. “No one else even comes close. What did you expect?”

“Not to be treated like a five-star restaurant, that’s for sure,” Minho grumbles, scrolling through the menu.

You try again, your voice quieter this time. “Seriously, though, Minho, you don’t have to-”

“Nope,” Minho interrupts, holding up a hand without even looking at you. “Also, no paying me back. End of story.”

“But-”

“Shhhhh.” He cuts you off again, this time with an exaggerated shushing noise, his tone dripping with amusement. “If you keep arguing, we’re settling this on the football field. First one to score a touchdown wins.”

You give him a flat look. “I’d lose in ten seconds.”

“Exactly,” he says with a smug grin, clicking the order confirmation on his phone.

Felix lets out a loud laugh, nearly knocking the makeup sponge out of your hand. “God, he’s so full of himself. I love it.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. “You’re impossible, both of you.”

“And you love us for it,” Felix says, winking. “Now hurry up with my face so I can take selfies to scare the shit out of people.”

Minho smirks, leaning back against the headboard as the three of you settle into the easy rhythm of banter and laughter. The lighthearted atmosphere helps ease the tight knot of anxiety in your chest, and for a while, it’s just the three of you, surrounded by the comforting chaos of Felix’s room.

Jisung’s room is a certified disaster zone. Clothes strewn everywhere, half-empty snack bags crumpled on his desk, and a pile of notebooks teetering precariously on the edge of his chair. Despite the chaos, it’s unmistakably Jisung’s space, with posters of indie bands and anime characters covering every inch of the walls.

The air smells faintly of the caramel-scented candle Chan had gifted him a week ago, though it does little to mask the underlying hint of energy drinks.

Jisung sits cross-legged on the bed, bouncing slightly with nervous energy as Sweet Melody blasts from the Bluetooth speaker on the nightstand. He hums along to the chorus, his voice light and airy, but his fingers are picking relentlessly at a loose thread on the corner of the blanket. The thread gets longer with each tug, but he doesn’t seem to notice or care.

Chan, sprawled out on his back next to him, notices. He always notices. His dark eyes flick from Jisung’s hands to his face, taking in the slight furrow of his brow and the way his lips press into a thin line between lyrics.

“I can hear your brain running a million miles a minute,” Chan says finally, his voice soft but laced with curiosity. “What’s up?”

Jisung freezes mid-bounce, the loose thread now wrapped around his finger. He glances at Chan, his silver hair falling into his eyes, and sighs dramatically. “Nothing.”

“Bullshit,” Chan replies without hesitation, sitting up and leaning on one elbow. “You’ve been picking at that blanket for the last five minutes, and you only do that when something’s eating at you. So, spill.”

Jisung hesitates, chewing on his bottom lip. He tugs at the thread one more time before finally blurting out, “How the fuck are we supposed to get close to her if Felix is glued to her side every second she’s here?”

Chan blinks, caught off guard by the sudden outburst, but he doesn’t interrupt. Jisung continues, words spilling out in a rush. “Like, I get it, he’s her brother, her twin, her emotional support whatever-the-fuck, and I respect that, okay? I do. But how are we supposed to make any progress if he’s constantly playing guard dog? I mean, we want her to be the third in our relationship, but we can’t even fucking talk to her.”

There it is. The frustration, the longing, the anxiety. It all comes tumbling out in a messy, unfiltered stream. Jisung runs a hand through his hair, making it stick up in wild angles, and looks at Chan with wide, pleading eyes. “What do we do, Chan? How do we even start?”

Chan leans back against the headboard, crossing his arms over his chest as he considers his words. “If we spoke to her, like, really tried to make our intentions clear, she’d probably have a panic attack.”

Jisung winces, already halfway through forming a rebuttal, but Chan isn’t finished.

“And then you’d have a panic attack for causing her panic attack,” Chan adds, his tone matter-of-fact.

Jisung gasps, clutching his chest dramatically. “Okay, so we’re just dropping truth nukes today? That was a personal fucking attack.”

“Yep.” Chan grins, entirely unbothered. “Because I know you, Ji. You overthink everything when it comes to her. You want to protect her and impress her and somehow confess your feelings all at once, but you freeze up every time she’s in the room.”

Jisung groans, flopping back onto the bed and throwing an arm over his face. “You’re not wrong, but do you have to say it out loud?”

“I do,” Chan says, nudging Jisung’s knee with his own. “Because you need to hear it. She’s not like us. She’s got walls up for a reason, and we can’t bulldoze our way through them just because we want to.”

“So what, then?” Jisung mumbles, his voice muffled by his arm. “We just sit here and pine while Felix keeps giving us death glares every time we so much as look at her?”

Chan chuckles, lying back down beside him. “No, dumbass. We take it slow. Be patient. Show her that we’re not just a couple of horny frat boys looking to make her a notch on our belt.”

“Speak for yourself,” Jisung sighs, letting his head roll to the side as Sweet Melody fades into another song. “Fine. We’ll play the long game. But if Felix cockblocks us one more time, I’m going to scream.”

Chan props himself up on his elbows, watching Jisung fidget with the loose thread again. After a moment, he sits up fully, reaching for his backpack that’s been haphazardly tossed onto the floor. “I did find this,” he says, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper. He smooths it out against his thigh and holds it up for Jisung to see.

“What the fuck is that?” Jisung asks, tilting his head as he squints at the flyer.

“It’s from the cosmetology and SFX department,” Chan explains, his grin widening. “They’re looking for part-time models for the students. Hourly pay, and they feed you.”

Jisung grabs the flyer, scanning the text quickly. His eyes widen as the gears in his head start turning. “You absolute fucking genius, Bang Chan,” he says, smacking Chan’s arm with the paper. “This is why I love you. You’re getting the dick-sucking of your life tonight, and I’ll even do that position you like to fuck me in.”

Chan smirks, leaning back on his hands. “Why not now?”

Jisung rolls his eyes, though his grin is practically glowing. “Because I want to see a peek of her before she leaves. Duh.”

Chan snorts, shaking his head. “You’re such a simp.”

Jisung flops back onto the bed, clutching the flyer dramatically to his chest. “You’re not wrong. I peeked out of my door when she came upstairs with Felix and Minho earlier.”

Chan’s eyebrows shoot up. “Oh, yeah? What’d she look like?”

“She was wearing this cute cropped white sweater, you know, the off-the-shoulder kind? And those mom jeans that make her ass look, like, ugh,” Jisung says, waving his hand like he’s at a loss for words. “Her hair was clipped up all messily, and she had eyeliner so sharp it could cut a bitch.”

Chan groans, rubbing a hand over his face. “Fuck. Wish I’d thought about peeking.”

“You missed out,” Jisung says with a sing-song lilt, flipping onto his stomach to look at Chan. “She looked like an angel. Or a menace. Or both.”

“Definitely both,” Chan agrees with a chuckle.

Jisung holds the flyer up again, studying it as if it holds all the answers to their problems. “This is fucking genius. You’re a genius. We can get close to her, right? Like, we sign up, become her models, and bam! We’re friends! She gets less anxious around us, trusts us, and then bam! She falls in love with us.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Chan says, leaning over to ruffle Jisung’s hair. “And if it doesn’t work, at least we’ll have some cool makeup looks.”

“It’ll work,” Jisung insists, his excitement bubbling over. He giggles, tossing the flyer onto the bed before pouncing on Chan, knocking him back against the pillows. “God, I fucking love you.”

Jisung peppers Chan’s face with kisses, laughing between each one as Chan tries and fails to push him off. Chan’s hands find their way to Jisung’s waist, gripping tightly before sliding down to his ass, squeezing just enough to make Jisung gasp.

“You’re obsessed,” Jisung teases, wiggling his hips in Chan’s hold.

“Can you blame me?” Chan retorts, his fingers tracing over Jisung’s waist like it’s his favourite thing in the world. “You’re fucking perfect.”

“Damn right, I am,” Jisung says, leaning down to kiss him properly this time. 

Jisung breaks the kiss with a grin, his forehead pressed against Chan’s. “My genius, sexy boyfriend,” he murmurs, voice dripping with affection as his hands rest on Chan’s chest. Before Chan can reply, the faint creak of a door opening filters through the chaos of Jisung’s room.

Both of them freeze.

“That’s Felix’s room,” Jisung whispers, wide-eyed. He scrambles off Chan in a flurry of movement, almost tripping over a discarded hoodie on the floor as he darts toward the door. Chan follows, his socked feet sliding a little on the hardwood.

They press themselves against the doorframe, carefully peeking through the narrow gap. Sure enough, Felix’s bedroom door is ajar, and you step into the hallway, your makeup case in hand. Felix and Minho trail behind you, chatting to you about something, but neither of them notices the two lurking shadows just down the hall.

Chan’s eyes immediately drop to your figure, taking in the way your jeans hug your curves. His lips part as he lets out a low whistle under his breath. “That ass,” he mutters, barely audible.

Jisung hums in agreement, his gaze just as fixated. “Fucking hell,” he says, practically purring. “Alright, seeing her ass in those jeans has me ready.”

Chan tears his eyes away from you just long enough to glance at Jisung. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Jisung says, his grin wicked. “You ready to get your dick sucked?”

“Yes.” Chan’s reply is instant, decisive. Without taking his eyes off you for a moment longer than necessary, he reaches out and kicks the door shut with his foot, the sound reverberating through the room.

Jisung laughs, already grabbing at Chan’s shirt to pull him closer. “God, I fucking love you.”

“Show me,” Chan says, smirking as Jisung shoves him back toward the bed. Whatever comes next is their business, but one thing’s certain: both of them are more determined than ever to turn the object of their admiration into something far more significant.

The classroom is buzzing with energy, chatter bouncing off the walls as students set up their stations for the day. You sit in your usual spot near the back, partially shielded by a tall counter stacked with brushes, pigments, and latex prosthetics.

Your SFX kit is open in front of you, neatly organized but untouched as you twist the anxiety rings on your fingers, trying to drown out the noise. The clipped-up mess of your hair keeps falling in your face, but you don’t have the energy to fix it.

Your teacher strides in, clapping their hands for attention. “Alright, everyone! Models are here. Be respectful, follow the guidelines, and remember to thank them for their time. This is a great opportunity to work with real people instead of mannequins, so make the most of it.”

The door swings open, and a group of about ten models shuffles in, their faces a mix of curiosity and boredom. You glance up, expecting a crowd of strangers. Instead, your breath catches in your throat as two very familiar figures step through the door. Chan and Jisung.

Chan looks effortlessly cool, dressed in black cargo trousers and a white t-shirt under a black knit sweater. His silver chain glints under the fluorescent lights, matching the one around Jisung’s neck.

Jisung, for his part, looks like he just stepped out of a fashion editorial. His cropped grey long-sleeved top shows just a hint of his toned stomach, and his baggy blue jeans hang low enough to reveal his white boxers. His sneakers are pristine, white as snow, and somehow, even in this classroom setting, he looks like he’s having the time of his life.

When they spot you, their faces light up. Jisung waves enthusiastically, practically bouncing on his heels, while Chan offers a more subdued but equally warm wave. You hesitate for a second, the overwhelming urge to disappear into your shell creeping up, but you manage a shy wave back.

Their reaction is immediate. Jisung’s grin widens, and Chan nudges him, clearly amused.

The other students notice them almost instantly, the energy in the room shifting. A few of the girls near the front start whispering, throwing glances at Chan and Jisung. It’s no secret that the two of them are infamous for their openness at parties, and now that they’re in the same room, the attention is palpable.

The teacher finishes their brief introduction and waves the models toward the stations. Almost immediately, a cluster of girls swarms Chan and Jisung, practically vying for their attention. Compliments fly left and right.

“Chan, you’d be perfect for my project.”

“Jisung, I love your skin tone. It’d be amazing to work with.”

“Have you modeled before? You totally look like you have.”

Chan and Jisung, however, seem completely unfazed by the attention. They exchange a look, a silent conversation passing between them, and then, without hesitation, they make a beeline for your station at the back of the room.

“Hello!” Jisung chirps as they reach you, his voice as cheerful as ever. He drops into the chair across from you, resting his chin on his hand.

“Hi,” you reply softly, your fingers still fiddling with your rings.

Chan pulls out the chair next to Jisung and sits down smoothly, his gaze warm but focused. “What a coincidence,” he says, his voice lower and steadier than Jisung’s. “We just wanted some extra cash, and here we are.”

You can’t help the small smile that tugs at your lips. “Well, I’m glad it’s some familiar faces who picked me rather than total strangers,” you say, though the words come out in a rushed tumble. “I mean, I guess you two are strangers with recognizable faces, but, um, still better than total strangers.”

Jisung beams at you, clearly charmed by your rambling. Chan leans forward slightly, resting his forearms on the table. “Yeah? You’re not nervous about working with us?” His tone is teasing, but there’s genuine curiosity behind it.

“No, I-” You stop, realizing you’re about to contradict yourself, and shrug instead. “I’m just glad I won’t have to meet someone completely new. Familiar faces and all that.”

Jisung tilts his head, his silver hair catching the light. “So, how does this work, exactly? What do we do?”

You shrug again, feeling slightly more at ease under their curious but non-judgmental gazes. “It’s pretty simple. I just practice my SFX and different makeup looks on you. You sit still, let me do my thing, and you get paid by the university for your time.”

“That’s it?” Jisung asks, his expression lighting up. “We just get to chill while you turn us into zombies or whatever?”

Chan chuckles, his eyes never leaving your face. “Sounds like the easiest job ever.”

“It’s not as easy as it sounds,” you mumble, already reaching for your brushes. “I can be kind of a perfectionist.”

Jisung nudges Chan with his elbow, his grin widening. “I think we can handle that.”

“Alright,” you say, your voice steadying slightly as you flip through your kit. “I’m going to do bruises for you, Jisung. If that’s okay? It’s the quickest thing to start with, so you can get a feel for what it’s like and how still you’ll have to sit.”

“Okay!” Jisung chirps, his enthusiasm as boundless as ever. He leans forward slightly in his chair, watching you intently.

As you grab the foundation brush and a small compact, your fingers instinctively reach for your anxiety rings, twisting them back and forth in a soothing rhythm. You think you’re being subtle, but both Chan and Jisung notice. They exchange a quick look, just a flicker of understanding passing between them, before Chan leans back in his chair, breaking the tension.

“I’ll grab us some coffee from the table,” Chan says, standing up.

“Oh, don’t,” you reply quickly, looking up from your kit. “It’s gross. Seriously, it's undrinkable.”

Chan raises an eyebrow, amused. “That bad?”

“Worse,” you say, pulling a small coffee sachet from your tote bag and holding it out to him. “Use this. There’s a kettle in the corner.”

Jisung perks up immediately. “Ooh! I love that brand. Their hazelnut flavor is the shit.”

You smile shyly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear before turning your attention back to your kit. “It’s the only coffee I can actually stand,” you admit, pulling out your bruise palette.

Chan takes the sachet with a small nod. “Got it. Fancy coffee it is,” he says, heading toward the kettle.

As he leaves, Jisung rests his elbows on the table, leaning in just enough to stay in your line of sight. “So, you wanna get into the makeup industry?” he asks, his tone casual but genuinely curious.

You nod, focusing on applying a thin base layer of foundation to his temple. “Yeah. That’s the plan. Mostly SFX, though.”

“That’s cool as fuck,” Jisung says, his lips twitching into a grin. “When I become a famous crime reporter, I’ll hire you to make me look good on camera.”

The corner of your mouth quirks up into a small smile. “I’ll hold you to that.”

“You better,” he teases, his tone light and playful. “And when Chan opens his music production company, you can do his makeup for the promo stuff.”

You glance at him, a faint smile still on your face as you swap the foundation brush for a sponge. “The two of you have nice skin. You don’t really need makeup.”

Jisung smirks, his voice dropping slightly. “We’re a sexy couple, huh?”

Your brush falters for half a second, and you laugh softly, not trusting yourself to respond. Instead, you focus on the bruising, using purples and yellows from your palette to create a realistic-looking contusion on his temple.

Jisung doesn’t push. He sits quietly for a moment, letting you work, but his gaze never leaves your face. He notices the way your shoulders relax as you settle into your craft, your hands moving with practised ease. You’re more comfortable here, surrounded by brushes and palettes, than you ever seemed in the unfamiliar chaos of the frat house.

“You’re really good at this,” he says after a while, his voice softer.

“Thanks,” you murmur, your eyes focused on blending the colours seamlessly into his skin.

The kettle clicks off in the corner, and Chan returns a moment later with three steaming cups of coffee. He sets one down next to you with a small smile before sitting back in his chair, watching you work.

Jisung flashes him a quick grin. “Told you she’s good.”

“Yeah,” Chan agrees, his voice warm. “She’s really good.”

You glance at Chan, tapping the end of your brush against your lip in thought. “How good are you at sitting still?”

Chan smirks, leaning back slightly in his chair. “Much better than him,” he says, jerking his chin toward Jisung.

Jisung nods enthusiastically. “Oh, absolutely. I have the attention span of a squirrel who’s had crack, PCP, and coffee. Sitting still is not in my vocabulary. That was super hard for me.”

You snort, shaking your head as you pull out a small palette and sponge. “I could do scratches or maybe a split lip?”

“Do both,” Chan says. “Whatever you want. We’re here to help you, get free food, and get paid.”

Jisung grins, leaning forward slightly. “Emphasis on the helping you.”

Their casual support makes you smile, a real, unguarded smile, and you turn your attention to Chan, holding up a few shades next to his face to match his skin tone. The colours need to be just right for the scratches to look realistic, and you’re already envisioning the placement.

While you’re focused, Jisung starts poking around in your kit, pulling out sponges and brushes like he’s never seen them before. “What’s this thing for?” he mutters, holding up a stippling sponge.

“Jisung,” Chan says sharply, without even looking at him. “Sit down. Drink your coffee. Be a good boy.”

Jisung snorts, rolling his eyes but obediently sliding back into his chair. “You sound like a dad,” he mutters, taking a sip of his coffee.

Chan doesn’t respond, but the amused glint in his eye says enough.

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head as you position Chan’s face just right, tilting his chin slightly so you can work. Starting with the scratches, you dab the base colour along his cheekbone in thin, jagged lines, layering the colours to create depth. The focus required for the details blocks out the noise of the room, narrowing your world to just the colours, textures, and angles.

Chan stays perfectly still, his gaze never leaving your face. Every so often, his eyes flick to your fingers, watching the way they move with such precision. He notices the way you fiddle with your anxiety rings between steps, your thumb brushing over the grooves as if grounding yourself. It’s subtle, but he catches it every time.

Jisung leans closer, resting his chin in his hand as he watches too. He doesn’t say much, which is rare for him, but he’s captivated by how your concentration transforms you. You’re not the shy, anxious girl who fidgets in uncomfortable spaces here. You’re in your element, confident, steady, and focused. Your smiles, when they appear, are genuine, and they feel like small victories to him and Chan both.

“Does this hurt?” Jisung asks suddenly, his voice breaking the quiet.

You blink, looking up from the scratches you’re blending on Chan’s cheek. “What? No, of course not. It’s just makeup.”

“Yeah, but you’re so good it’s making me feel phantom pain,” he says dramatically, and you chuckle softly, shaking your head.

“Sit still and let her work,” Chan says, his tone teasing.

“I’m literally not moving!” Jisung retorts, throwing his hands up.

You roll your eyes but smile as you switch to the split lip. Using a small detailing brush, you draw the initial line across Chan’s lower lip, smudging the edges for realism. You add layers of reds and purples, blending them seamlessly into his skin until the injury looks raw and freshly split.

The room fades away entirely as you work, your focus narrowing to the details of Chan’s face. You don’t notice the way he and Jisung exchange glances, silently communicating as they take note of your little habits, the shifty glance you throw at your rings when the noise gets too loud, the way your shoulders tense and relax in rhythm with your breathing.

They’re careful not to draw attention to it, subtly keeping the energy around you calm and light without you even realizing it.

When the scratches and bruising are complete, you step back, studying your work critically. You add a faint smudge of purple and green around the edges of the scratches, giving them the illusion of swelling, before finally reaching for the mirror.

“Alright,” you say, holding the mirror up for Chan. “What do you think?”

Chan leans in to look, his eyes widening slightly at the realism. “Holy shit,” he murmurs, turning his head from side to side. “This looks incredible.”

“Seriously,” Jisung chimes in, craning his neck to see. “It looks like someone decked you. This is insane.”

You feel a flicker of pride at their reactions, your lips curving into a small smile. “Thanks,” you say quietly, fiddling with your rings again.

“Can’t believe we get paid for this,” Chan says with a grin. “Best gig ever.”

Jisung nods enthusiastically. “We should’ve signed up for this ages ago.”

You laugh softly, your nerves starting to melt away as the three of you fall into an easy rhythm of conversation and quiet admiration.

The room buzzes with its usual energy, students chatting and setting up their kits, but Chan and Jisung sit off to the side, waiting. Jisung taps his boots against the floor rhythmically, glancing toward the door every few seconds. He adjusts the cuffs of his cropped leather jacket, his black vest underneath snug against his torso.

Chan sits next to him, leaning back in his chair, one leg bouncing slightly. His matching leather jacket and vest combo, paired with the loose baggy jeans, gives him an effortless edge, but his eyes flick toward the door just as often as Jisung’s.

“She’s late,” Jisung mutters, chewing on his bottom lip.

“Maybe she got held up,” Chan offers, though his voice carries the same undercurrent of unease.

When the door finally opens, you step inside, your movements stiff and your hands trembling slightly as they clutch your tote bag and makeup kit. You’re dressed in a blue and white tartan mini skirt with a matching cropped blazer, your makeup immaculate despite the visible tension in your posture. The messy clip holding your hair back looks like it’s hanging on by sheer determination.

Jisung immediately notices the trembling. His eyes widen, and he nudges Chan, who follows his gaze. Recognition flashes across Chan’s face, he’s seen this before, too many times with Jisung.

Jisung jumps up first, his wide smile doing little to mask the concern in his eyes. “Hey!” he calls out, his voice bright and warm, though there’s a softness to it meant just for you. He strides over quickly, motioning for you to follow him. “Come on. Let’s go to the other room for a sec. It’s quieter there.”

Chan is already beside you, taking the tote bag and your makeup case from your trembling hands without a word. “Let’s go,” he says gently, his presence steady and grounding as he gestures toward the hallway.

You nod numbly, letting Jisung lead the way. His cropped leather jacket bounces slightly with each step, and you focus on the rhythm of his boots against the floor, using it to anchor yourself.

Once inside the empty classroom, Jisung pulls out a chair and motions for you to sit. Chan places your bags down carefully on the table, then leans against it, his arms crossed but his expression soft.

Jisung crouches in front of you, his voice light and cheerful despite the tension in the room. “You know what I need right now?” he asks, tilting his head.

You blink at him, your breathing still uneven. “What?”

“Embarrassing childhood stories about Felix,” he says, his grin widening. “Come on, you’ve gotta have loads of them. Spill.”

You let out a shaky laugh, your fingers gripping the edge of the chair. “I- I do, but...”

“But nothing,” Chan interrupts, his tone playful but firm. “Give us the dirt. I’m talking full-on Felix humiliation. We need it.”

Jisung pulls something out of his pocket and holds it out to you. A small fidget cube. “Here. This always helps me. Try it.”

Your hands shake as you take the cube, turning it over in your fingers. The clicking and spinning mechanisms give you something to focus on, and you start to feel a faint sense of control creeping back in.

“There has to be something,” Chan says, his tone encouraging as Jisung moves to sit next to you, running a hand gently up and down your back. “Don’t hold out on us.”

You take a deep breath, the fidget cube helping to steady you as you begin. “Okay, um, there was this one time when Felix was sixteen. He had a massive crush on this guy, like, total heart eyes every time he saw him.”

Jisung hums, clearly intrigued. “Go on.”

“So,” you continue, a small smile creeping onto your face, “Felix heard that this guy loved birds. Like, absolutely obsessed with them. So Felix, in his infinite wisdom, decided he was going to catch a dove and give it to him.”

Both Chan and Jisung burst into laughter, but they don’t interrupt. They let you continue, their attention fully on you.

“He spent hours in the park with a net he bought from a fishing store,” you say, your voice growing steadier as the memory takes over. “And when he finally caught one, he brought it home, named it Cupid, and tried to teach it tricks to impress the guy.”

Jisung is practically wheezing at this point. “No fucking way.”

“I swear to God,” you say, a genuine laugh escaping you. “He even bought birdseed that was, like, premium grade or whatever because he thought it would make the dove healthier and shinier.”

Chan shakes his head, his own laugh rumbling low in his chest. “And did it work? Did the guy fall for him?”

“Nope,” you say, giggling. “The guy was allergic to birds.”

Jisung collapses against the back of his chair, clutching his stomach as he laughs. “That’s fucking priceless. Felix trying to be Mr. Romantic and failing spectacularly. I love it.”

Chan grins, his eyes softening as he watches you laugh. “See? That’s exactly the kind of story we needed.”

You fiddle with the fidget cube again, but your breathing is steady now, the tension in your shoulders easing. Jisung nudges you lightly with his elbow, his grin still wide. “Feel a bit better?”

“Yeah,” you admit, glancing between them. “Thanks.”

Chan straightens up, offering you a hand. “Anytime. Now, let’s get back before someone claims your station.”

You take his hand, letting him pull you up, and for the first time that day, you feel like the world isn’t spinning quite so fast.

Chan and Jisung step inside the classroom, hand in hand as Jisung grins at whatever Chan whispers in his ear. Chan’s black cargos and fitted compression shirt make him look every bit the confident leader he is, his silver chain glinting under the fluorescent lights.

Jisung, in his black trousers and the striking red-and-black watercolour-style top, walks with a similar self-assurance, the chain around his neck catching the same light. They’re already the centre of attention without even trying, but their eyes immediately scan the room for one person. You.

You’re at your usual station, sitting on a chair, but something’s off. Your shoulders are hunched, practically touching your ears as you try to shrink into yourself. Two girls are standing in front of you, leaning in far too close, their voices carrying just enough for Chan and Jisung to catch snippets of what they’re saying.

“Come on,” one of them purrs. “You know them, right? Set us up, just for one night. That’s all we’re asking.”

“They’re into sharing,” the other adds, her tone smug. “Everyone knows it. It’s not like they’d say no.”

You’re gripping the edge of your chair tightly, your knuckles turning white as you avoid eye contact. The tension radiates off you, your lips pressed into a thin line. Your green cargo trousers and white sleeveless turtleneck are immaculate, your hair clipped up messily but beautifully, and your makeup flawless as always, but the way you’re folding into yourself tells them everything they need to know.

Chan’s jaw tightens, and Jisung’s grip on his hand briefly tightens before he lets go, stepping forward. “Oi,” Chan snaps, his voice sharp enough to cut through the chatter in the room. “Leave her alone.”

Both girls turn, startled but not deterred. Their faces light up when they see Chan and Jisung approaching, and they immediately shift gears, their tones turning flirtatious.

“Oh, hey, guys,” the first girl says, batting her eyelashes. “We were just talking about you.”

“Yeah,” the second girl chimes in, smiling coyly. “We’ve been dying to get to know you better.”

Jisung rolls his eyes so hard it’s a wonder they don’t get stuck. “Both of you, piss off,” he says flatly, his voice dripping with irritation.

The girls falter for a moment but recover quickly, leaning into their usual tactics. “Don’t be like that,” the first girl says, pouting. “We know you like adding a girl to your relationship. It’s your thing, right?”

The second girl glances toward you, who’s practically curled into yourself at this point. “You two seriously can’t be considering her,” she says, gesturing toward you with a sneer. “I mean, come on.”

Chan’s glare is immediate and lethal. His dark eyes narrow, and his jaw clenches as he takes a threatening step forward. “Watch your mouth,” he says, his voice low and dangerous.

Jisung scoffs, turning his full attention to the girls. “What? You think we’d go for you? Don’t make me fucking laugh.”

The girls’ confidence wavers under the combined weight of their disdain, but they don’t leave right away. Jisung doesn’t wait for them to figure it out. He turns back to you, his expression softening as he crouches slightly to meet your eyes. “Fuck this noise,” he says gently. “You wanna come with us to grab coffee?”

You glance up at him, your hands still trembling slightly, and nod, your relief visible even through your lingering anxiety.

“Good,” Jisung says, standing up. He grabs your tote bag without hesitation while Chan picks up your makeup kit.

As they turn to leave, both of them shoot the girls looks that could kill. “Stay the fuck away from her,” Chan warns, his voice quiet but ice-cold.

Jisung doesn’t bother saying anything else, but the sharp glare he throws over his shoulder speaks volumes. Together, they guide you out of the classroom, their presence on either side of you making you feel safer with every step. The noise and tension of the room fade behind you as the door swings shut.

Once you’re in the hallway, Jisung flashes you a small, reassuring smile. “Let’s go get something sweet”

Chan nods, his expression softening now that you’re away from the chaos. “You’re with us. Don’t worry about anything else.”

The campus café is quiet at this time of day, a soft hum of conversation blending with the low buzz of the espresso machines. Chan leads the way to a corner table in the back, where it’s more secluded. He sets your makeup case down on the floor beside the table as Jisung pulls out a chair for you before plopping into one himself.

“What do you want to drink?” Chan asks, his voice steady and calm as he takes the seat opposite you.

You shake your head quickly, fiddling with the edge of your sleeve. “I’m fine, really.”

Jisung raises an eyebrow, leaning forward on his elbows. “Nope! Anxiety will not let you dehydrate on my watch,” he declares, his tone light but firm. “How about this, you can pay for the coffee next time. Sound good?”

You hesitate, glancing between them, but their expressions are so genuine, so patient, that you finally nod. “Okay. An iced caramel mocha, please.”

“Good choice,” Jisung says with a grin, leaning back in his chair.

As Chan heads toward the counter to order, Jisung places your tote bag on the table, his eyes lighting up when he notices the corner of a sketchbook sticking out. “You have a sketchbook?” he asks, already tugging it free.

“Yeah,” you reply, feeling a little self-conscious but smiling faintly. “If cosmetology and SFX don’t work out, tattooing is the backup plan.”

Jisung’s face lights up like it’s Christmas morning. “Can I peek?” he asks, his voice practically buzzing with excitement.

You nod, and he immediately cracks it open, flipping through the pages with wide eyes. “Ooh, I want that one,” he says, pointing to a minimalist snake design winding around a crescent moon. “And that one.” He gestures to a geometric wolf. “Oh, absolutely that one.” His finger lands on an intricate floral skull.

You can’t help but laugh softly. “If you like them so much, pencil your name next to the ones you want.”

“Done,” Jisung says, digging into your tote bag for a pencil. Instead of a pencil, his hand brushes against a box of tattoo pens, and he pulls it out, eyes sparkling. “Oooh! Can I have one now?”

“Sure,” you say, sliding the box toward him. “Pick a colour.”

Jisung immediately grabs a black pen and places it in your hand instead. “Draw something cool on me.”

There’s a smile on your lips as you grab his hand. His fingers twitch slightly as you adjust his position, your own hand steady as you start outlining a skeletal hand on the back of his. The pen glides smoothly over his skin, and you fall into your rhythm, focusing on each careful line.

Jisung watches you intently, his eyes darting between your concentrated expression and the design appearing on his hand. “This is so fucking cool,” he murmurs, tilting his head to watch you work. “Seriously, how are you this good?”

You shrug, not looking up. “Practice.”

By the time Chan returns with the drinks, Jisung’s hand already resembles a realistic skeleton hand in progress. Chan places your iced caramel mocha in front of you before sitting down with his own coffee. His gaze falls on Jisung’s hand, and his eyebrows raise slightly. “What’s this?”

“She’s giving me the coolest skeleton hand tattoo,” Jisung says proudly, holding his hand up briefly before letting you continue. “It’s semi-permanent. How long will it last?” he asks, glancing at you.

“About two weeks,” you reply, still focused on adding shading to the bones. “If you’re careful.”

“Careful?” Jisung scoffs. “Have you met me?”

Chan chuckles, leaning back in his chair to watch you work. “Guess we’ll see how long it survives. It’s a good look for you, though.”

Jisung grins, wiggling his fingers slightly, earning a small scolding from you as you steady his hand again. “I feel like a badass already.”

“You already are,” Chan says with a smirk, taking a sip of his coffee.

You finish the final details on Jisung’s skeleton hand, stepping back to admire your work. The clean black lines trace over his skin perfectly, each bone detailed with just enough shading to make it look almost real. “There,” you say, setting the pen down for a moment. “Done.”

Jisung twists his hand to get a better look, his grin widening. “Holy shit, this is incredible. You’re a fucking magician.”

“You’re being dramatic,” you reply with a faint smile, wiping your hands on a napkin.

“No, seriously. It’s so good!” Jisung glances at you, his grin turning sly. “So, can I have another?”

You arch an eyebrow but grab the pen again, motioning for him to roll up his sleeve. “What do you want this time?”

He taps his chin, pretending to think. “How about a sword? With a snake wrapped around it. Make it badass.”

“Got it,” you say, leaning over to begin sketching on his forearm. The pen glides smoothly over his skin as you map out the shape of the blade, the hilt, and the curling snake.

As you work, Jisung leans back slightly, looking over at Chan with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Hey, Chan. Baby. Sexy man.”

Chan gives him a flat look. “What.”

“How do you feel about Jisung’s bitch on your forehead with the tattoo pen?”

“No.”

Jisung pouts dramatically. “No hesitation? Not even a little consideration?”

“Not even a little,” Chan replies, sipping his coffee calmly.

You shake your head, biting back a smile as you continue detailing the snake coiling around the sword. The tip of the blade points toward Jisung’s wrist, and the snake’s head curves menacingly near the hilt, its fangs bared.

“Could we count this as a date?” Jisung asks suddenly, his voice casual but his grin anything but.

Your hand falters slightly, and you cough, your head snapping up to look at him. Before you can respond, Chan kicks him under the table, the dull thud making Jisung wince.

“Kidding! Kidding!” Jisung says quickly, throwing up his free hand in surrender. “Totally joking.”

You narrow your eyes slightly but don’t say anything, your focus snapping back to his arm as you continue detailing the snake’s scales with delicate precision.

While your attention is on the drawing, Chan leans forward slightly, his eyes narrowing at Jisung and he mouths, What are you doing?

Jisung shrugs dramatically, mouthing back, What?! It was worth a shot!

Chan rolls his eyes and mouths, Idiot.

Jisung grins, leaning closer to mouth back, At least now she might realise we’re interested.

Chan glares, his lips pressing into a tight line, but he doesn’t argue. Instead, he leans back in his chair, his gaze softening as he watches you work.

You finish detailing the snake’s body, adding a hint of depth to its scales, before leaning back to examine your work. “Done,” you say. “What do you think?”

Jisung lifts his arm, turning it this way and that to admire the sword-and-snake design. His grin stretches from ear to ear. “It’s fucking perfect. You’re a genius.”

Chan nods in agreement, his voice warm. “It looks incredible.”

You glance between them, your cheeks warming slightly at their praise. “Thanks.”

As Jisung continues marvelling at his arm, you finally allow yourself a small smile, feeling a strange but welcome sense of ease in their company.

The Alpha Phi frat house is quieter than usual, a rare lull in the usual chaos. You make your way up the stairs, your sneakers squeaking faintly against the worn wood. Felix is at a culinary practical class, which means you have a golden window of opportunity to talk to Minho without your overprotective twin hovering nearby.

Reaching Minho’s room, you hesitate for a second before knocking twice and pushing the door open. The familiar scent of his room, clean laundry mixed with a faint hint of cologne, greets you as you step inside.

“Hey there, anxiety bundle,” Minho greets from his bed, where he’s lying with his phone in hand, scrolling lazily. He glances up, a small smirk playing on his lips.

You can’t help but grin, hopping onto the bed beside him. “Hi, Min.”

He sets his phone down, propping himself up on one elbow to look at you more closely. “So, what’s up? You look like you’ve got something on your mind.”

You take a deep breath, fiddling with the hem of your cropped turtleneck. “I wanted to talk to you about Chan and Jisung.”

Minho raises an eyebrow, his smirk widening slightly. “Chan and Jisung, huh? Have you ever even spoken to them?”

You bite your lip, nodding. “Yeah, they’re, uh, my models for my cosmetology and SFX extra credit stuff.”

“Interesting,” Minho says, his tone light but curious. He leans back against his pillows, giving you his full attention. “Go on.”

“They’re actually super cool to hang out with,” you admit, your voice softening as you pick at an invisible thread on the blanket. “But, we went to a café a couple of days ago, and Jisung asked if it was a date.”

Minho’s other eyebrow joins the first, his expression shifting to something more knowing. “You can’t tell they’re both into you?”

You blink at him, caught completely off guard. “Huh?”

Minho rolls his eyes, sitting up fully. “Come on, everyone in the frat but Lix knows. They’re not subtle. They like you and want you as a third in their relationship. A little polyamorous trio.”

You freeze, the words sinking in like a stone dropping into a still pond. “No. No way. No, I can’t- Nope. Nuh-uh. I am not relationship material. Nope. No way.”

Minho stares at you for a moment before letting out a low chuckle. “Okay, no breakdowns here. Deep breaths. You’re spiralling.”

“I’m not spiralling,” you protest weakly, even as your chest tightens.

“Right.” Minho reaches for the edge of his blanket, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “Here’s what we’re gonna do. I’m going to blanket burrito you and then cuddle you until your stresses flow out of you. Arms free, of course, so you don’t feel too restricted.”

Before you can argue, he’s already wrapping the blanket around your shoulders, tucking it securely but leaving your arms free just as he promised. “There we go,” he says, satisfied with his work. “Comfy?”

You hum softly, leaning into his side as he pulls you closer. “Yeah. Surprisingly.”

Minho shifts slightly, adjusting the blanket around you as he tucks you closer into his side. His warmth seeps into you, and for the first time today, the tension in your shoulders starts to ease.

“So,” Minho begins, his tone light but teasing, “what do you wanna talk about? We cannot under any circumstances talk about black-haired football captains and silver-haired journalism students who wanna fuck you in what could possibly be the hottest threesome and three-way relationship to walk the earth. Anything but that horror, which I am wildly jealous of but we can’t discuss because you’re in an anxiety burrito.”

“Shut up!” you exclaim, smacking his arm lightly, though you can’t help the small laugh that escapes.

Minho gasps dramatically. “Excuse me. Everything I say is a blessing. Don’t silence the gospel.”

You roll your eyes, relaxing further against him. “Fine. Let’s talk about you and Lix. What’s going on there?”

Minho groans, tilting his head back against the headboard. “We’re, like, together. Without the labels.”

“Loser,” you mutter, smirking as you nudge his side.

His head snaps back down, and he glares at you playfully. “Listen here, brat. It’s your brother’s fault, alright? One minute he’s all over me, sucking my dick like it’s the cure to cancer, and the next, he’s chatting up and fucking every Theta Tau asshole who so much as glances in his direction.”

You grimace but can’t stop yourself from laughing. “Oh my God, Minho.”

“It’s true!” Minho insists, throwing up his hands. “Do you know how fucking confusing that is?”

You sit up slightly, resting your chin on your hand as you consider him. “Have you ever considered that Felix wants you to make the move?”

Minho pauses, his brow furrowing. “Huh. No. No, I did not. That actually makes sense.”

“You’re welcome,” you say with a smug smile. “I give sound relationship advice. Can’t follow it myself, but hey, it’s called anxiety.”

Minho snorts, ruffling your hair affectionately. “Fucking nerd. Alright, Yoda, explain this wisdom to me.”

“It’s simple,” you say, leaning back against him. “Felix probably doesn’t want to make things official because he’s scared of messing it up. He’s waiting for you to say something.”

Minho hums thoughtfully, his arm tightening slightly around your shoulders. “Okay. Fair point. I’ll think about it.”

There’s a beat of silence before Minho glances down at you, his smirk creeping back onto his face. “Now, back to you.”

“Nope,” you say quickly, shaking your head. “We’re done talking about me.”

“Look,” Minho begins, ignoring you completely. “You’re hot. Chan’s hot. Jisung’s hot. And those two have got it bad for you, sweetcheeks. I’m talking down horrendously bad. Me mooning over your brother? Nothing on those two.”

You groan, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself. “Minho, stop.”

“Not a chance,” he says, his voice growing more serious. “You think you’re not relationship material, but I’ve seen the way they look at you. They’d bend over backwards to make you happy. You deserve that. You really do.”

You don’t respond, your fingers absently twisting the blanket’s edge. Minho doesn’t push further, letting his words sink in as he pulls you closer to his side, his presence steady and comforting.

“Anyway,” Minho says after a moment, his teasing tone returning, “I’m pretty sure Felix and I are the blueprint for dysfunctional relationships, so if I can make it work, you’ve got no excuse.”

You laugh softly, shaking your head. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love me for it,” he replies, grinning. For now, the weight of his words lingers, but it feels less like a burden and more like a possibility you can slowly start to consider.

The classroom hums with the usual pre-class energy. Students chatting, tools clinking against palettes, and brushes being sorted. Chan and Jisung are already seated at your station when you walk in, your steps hesitant. You’re dressed in green cargo trousers, black Converse, and a black cropped turtleneck, your hair messily clipped up as always. Your makeup is, as usual, flawless, the sharpness of your eyeliner contrasting starkly with the apprehension in your eyes.

But today, something’s off.

Chan notices it first. You don’t greet them like usual, instead setting your tote bag and kit on the table with trembling hands. Jisung picks up on it seconds later when you don’t return his grin or meet his gaze. You sit down silently, immediately busying yourself with unpacking your materials, your movements stiff and hurried.

“Hey,” Jisung says softly, leaning forward slightly. “You good?”

You don’t answer, pretending to focus on your brushes as if they’re suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. Your fingers fumble as you arrange them, the clinking sound drawing Chan’s attention. He exchanges a quick glance with Jisung, his brow furrowing.

“Y/N,” Chan tries, his tone low and gentle. “What’s going on?”

Still, you don’t respond. Instead, you grab your palette and turn to Jisung, gesturing for his arm. “I’m starting with the scarring,” you mumble, your voice so soft they almost miss it.

Jisung hesitates but holds out his arm, watching as you grab a brush and start applying a base layer. Your focus is razor-sharp, but something about the way your hands move feels mechanical, like you’re running on autopilot. You won’t look at him, your gaze glued to your work.

Jisung glances at Chan again, his worry evident. “Okay,” he says cautiously, trying to keep the mood light. “Guess we’re skipping the chit-chat today.”

No reaction.

As you work on creating realistic scarring up his forearm, Jisung tries again. “You know, I was thinking, maybe I should start a petition for you to do our makeup at frat parties. You’d probably get us a shit ton of attention.”

Still nothing. You don’t even crack a smile, your brush moving methodically as you blend shades of red and brown into his skin. The silence stretches, heavy and uncomfortable.

Chan leans back in his chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the table as he studies you. He doesn’t say anything, but his dark eyes flicker with concern, his lips pressed into a thin line.

When you finish Jisung’s arm, you finally glance up, just to grab another tool, before quickly averting your gaze again. “Switching to facial injuries,” you mumble, turning toward Chan without waiting for a response.

Chan shifts in his chair slightly, his posture relaxing as he nods. “Go ahead.”

You step closer, your movements still stiff as you start creating a gash on his cheekbone. Your hands remain steady, but your avoidance is glaringly obvious. You don’t meet his eyes, even when you have to angle his face toward the light. Instead, you keep your focus strictly on your work, avoiding any interaction.

Jisung leans his chin on his hand, watching you carefully. “You know, we’re here, right?” he says softly, his usual playful tone replaced with genuine concern.

Your hand falters slightly, but you quickly recover, your expression unreadable. “I know,” you mutter, still not looking at either of them.

Chan tilts his head as you add depth to the injury, his voice low and steady. “You don’t have to say what’s bothering you if you’re not ready. But you can. We’re not going anywhere.”

Your hands are trembling so violently now that you can barely hold the brush. The classroom feels too loud, too bright, too crowded, like the walls are closing in around you. The edges of your vision blur as you inhale sharply, your breaths coming too fast and too shallow.

“I- Excuse me,” you manage to choke out, your voice trembling as much as your hands.

Without waiting for a response, you push back from the table, nearly knocking over your chair in your haste to leave. You don’t even think to grab your tote bag or kit as you rush out the door, the classroom’s noise fading into an overwhelming silence.

Chan and Jisung are on their feet immediately, exchanging a single, knowing look. They don’t need to speak to understand what’s happening. Jisung recognizes the signs, he’s been there too many times himself, and Chan has seen this far too often when helping Jisung through his panic attacks.

“We’re going after her,” Jisung says, already heading for the door.

Chan nods as he follows. “Of course.”

They move quickly through the hallway, scanning for any sign of you. It doesn’t take long for Jisung to notice the slightly ajar door to the empty classroom they’d taken you to before. He pushes it open gently, the hinges creaking faintly, and the sight inside makes both of them freeze.

You’re crouched down near the far wall, your head in your hands as you tug on your hair with trembling fingers. Your whole body is trembling, and your breaths come in short, ragged gasps that hitch and catch painfully in your throat. It’s clear you’re spiralling fast.

Jisung and Chan exchange another glance, unspoken understanding passing between them. Chan steps forward first, closing the door quietly behind them while Jisung pulls the blinds down to block out the outside world. They’re careful, their movements measured and deliberate, as if any sudden motion might make things worse.

Jisung crouches down in front of you, his voice soft but steady. “Hey, what do you need? I know it’s hard to answer right now, but I’ve been here before. For me, a hug helps, a tight one. It compresses my nervous system and calms me down. You’ll fight it at first, but it’s just me and Chan. You’re safe with us, okay?”

You nod faintly, your fingers twitching as you try to loosen your grip on your hair. Your breaths are still shallow, but you’re trying, and Jisung can see it in the way your shoulders rise and fall unevenly.

“Good,” Jisung says gently, shifting to sit behind you. He carefully takes your hands, pulling them away from your hair and holding them in his own for a moment before guiding your body to rest against his. “I’m gonna hug you now, alright? Just let me help.”

He wraps his arms tightly around your chest, holding you firmly but not uncomfortably, his chin resting lightly against the top of your head. “Just me,” he whispers. “I’ve got you.”

Chan crouches in front of you, his eyes soft with concern. “My turn,” he says quietly, leaning in to wrap his arms around both you and Jisung, enveloping you in a warm, grounding embrace. You’re sandwiched between them, their bodies a protective barrier against the storm raging inside you.

“Just breathe,” Chan murmurs, his voice low and soothing. “We’re here. You’re safe.”

Jisung presses his cheek against the back of your head, his voice equally calm. “Deep breaths. In through your nose, out through your mouth. Slow and steady.”

It’s hard. Your chest feels tight, and the panic claws at you, but their warmth and steady presence start to chip away at the edges of the fear. Jisung’s hold is grounding, his arms firm and secure, while Chan’s presence in front of you feels like a shield against the world.

“You’re doing so good,” Jisung says softly, his fingers lightly brushing against your forearms. “Just keep going. We’ve got you.”

Chan’s hands rub gentle circles on your back, his movements synchronized with Jisung’s reassurances. “That’s it. Keep going. One breath at a time.”

Slowly, the tension in your body begins to ease. Your breaths become a little less ragged, a little more controlled. The trembling subsides bit by bit, though your body still feels exhausted from the panic.

“You’re okay,” Jisung whispers, his voice soft as he rests his forehead against the back of your head. “You’re safe. We’ve got you.”

Chan pulls back slightly to meet your eyes, his hands still resting gently on your shoulders. “Better?” he asks, his voice warm and patient.

You nod weakly, your voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah. Thank you.”

Jisung presses a light, reassuring kiss to the top of your head before helping you sit up straighter. “No need to thank us. We’re here for you. Always.”

“Want to talk about why you’re an anxious bundle of nerves today?” Chan asks gently, his eyes locked on yours. There’s no judgment in his tone, just patience and concern.

You hesitate for a moment, chewing on your bottom lip, but the warmth of their presence gives you enough courage to speak. Once you start, though, the words spill out in a frantic, barely coherent rush.

“It’s—it’s Minho,” you stammer, your voice shaky and fast. “He said you two like me, and not just like me, like like me like me, and then he said something about polyamory and a three-way relationship, and I-look, I can’t do that. I don’t want to come between you two, you’re perfect together, and I don’t even know how to be in a regular relationship, let alone something like that! I mean, I’m definitely not relationship material. I overthink everything-”

“Wait, wait, slow down,” Chan says, his lips twitching in an effort to suppress a smile as he tries to keep up with your rapid-fire rambling.

Jisung giggles, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Silly girl,” he says, his tone playful and affectionate. “You wouldn’t be coming between us. There’d be three of us in the relationship. That’s kind of the point.”

You pause, your brain short-circuiting at the simplicity of his words. “I… what?”

Jisung squeezes you tighter, his grin widening. “Three of us. Not you versus me or Chan. All of us together. Team effort.”

“Exactly,” Chan chimes in, his voice steady and calm. He leans in slightly, his dark eyes warm as they meet yours. “Tell you what. Jisung and I will take you on one date. Just one. No pressure, no expectations. If you decide polyamory isn’t for you, we’ll stay just friends. No hard feelings.”

You blink at them, your heart racing as you try to process everything. “One date?” you echo, your voice almost disbelieving.

“One date,” Chan confirms, his lips curving into a soft smile. “Just to see how it feels. No strings attached.”

Jisung nods eagerly. “And if it’s not your thing, that’s fine. We still get to hang out with you and be your friends, which is already pretty fucking great.”

You look between them, the sincerity in their expressions making your chest tighten in a way that’s equal parts terrifying and comforting. Finally, you nod, the tension in your shoulders easing just slightly. “Okay. One date.”

Jisung cheers softly, his arms tightening around you. “Yes! I’m calling this a win.”

Chan chuckles, resting a hand on Jisung’s back as he looks at you. “Thank you for trusting us.”

As you sit there, sandwiched between them, the panic that had consumed you earlier feels like it’s beginning to fade, replaced by a tentative sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, this could work.

The low rumble of a sleek black convertible echoes through the quiet street as Chan pulls up outside your apartment building, the hood already down. The car gleams under the dim glow of the streetlights, a perfect reflection of its owner’s effortless confidence. Jisung sits in the backseat, his cropped leather blazer catching the light as he leans against the side of the car, a casual grin on his face.

Chan, in black trousers and boots with a white half-buttoned shirt over a black turtleneck, rests one arm on the steering wheel as he glances up at your building. He checks the time briefly before looking at Jisung. “You think Minho’s keeping Felix distracted long enough?”

Jisung snickers, adjusting his silver chain. “Please. If anyone can manage Felix, it’s Minho. The man dragged him to a love hotel. They’re probably too busy fucking to even think about anything else right now.”

The sound of the building’s front door opening pulls both their attention, and their conversation stops. You step outside, your beige flares swishing slightly with each step, white sneakers bright against the pavement. Your white bandeau crop top hugs your figure, and your half-up, half-down hair style gives you a polished but relaxed look, the little bun at the back bouncing slightly as you walk.

Jisung’s grin widens as he scrambles out of the backseat and around to the sidewalk, opening the door for you with a dramatic bow. “Your chariot awaits, milady.”

“Thank you, kind sir,” you reply with a teasing smile, sliding into the backseat next to him. Your movements are smooth, but there’s a flicker of nervous energy in your hands as you buckle in.

Chan glances over his shoulder, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You like fast driving?”

You nod, settling into your seat. “Yeah, why not?”

Chan doesn’t need any more encouragement. He slams his foot on the gas, and the car roars to life, speeding down the street. The wind whips through your hair, and your laughter spills out, unrestrained and genuine. You throw your hands up, tipping your head back as the city lights blur into streaks of colour.

Jisung wraps an arm around your shoulders, his touch light enough to give you space to pull away if you want. Instead, you lean into him, your laughter bubbling over as the wind rushes past. Chan watches the two of you through the rearview mirror, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he navigates the empty streets with ease.

“Disclaimer,” you say between giggles, “I had an edible brownie to help my anxiety, so I’m kind of stoned right now.”

Jisung’s eyes widen with delight. “Oh my God. When I thought you couldn’t get any hotter.” He nudges Chan with his free hand. “She’s one of us, Chan! A stoner!”

Chan snorts, his eyes flicking to the mirror again. “I’m sober, don’t worry. I wouldn’t drive stoned.”

“Obviously,” Jisung says, grinning. “I had a joint earlier, though, so we’re vibing, Y/N. You and me? Stoner solidarity.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Good to know I’m in good company.”

Chan hums thoughtfully. “I will steal one of those brownies later, though, if you’re offering.”

“Sure,” you say easily, your gaze softening. “I’ve seen your place already. You can come over and meet my dog. He’s a golden retriever. His name’s Simba.”

“Dream woman,” Chan says, his voice warm and genuine. “Dog lover, brownie maker, and she likes fast cars. What’s not to love?”

You laugh again, feeling the edges of your nerves melt away in the company of their easy banter. The car speeds forward into the night, the three of you riding the high of the moment, figuratively and, in your case, literally. It feels like freedom, like something new and exciting, and for once, you’re more eager than anxious about what comes next.

The sleek black convertible pulls up to the brightly lit bowling alley, its neon sign casting a kaleidoscope of colours on the pavement. Jisung hops out first, his black trousers swishing as he moves, and he offers you a hand with a playful grin, and you take it, sliding out of the car.

Before you can step away, Jisung wraps an arm around your waist, his fingers brushing lightly against the fabric of your beige flares. “You ready for this?” he asks, his tone warm and teasing.

You glance at him, your nerves bubbling up again, but before you can respond, you feel Chan’s gaze on you. His dark eyes are soft but questioning, waiting for permission. You nod shyly, and he steps closer, draping his arm over your shoulders with a casual ease that makes your heart skip a beat.

“Now we’re ready,” Chan says with a small smirk, steering you toward the entrance as Jisung keeps his arm snugly around your waist.

The trio walks through the glass doors, greeted by the bustling atmosphere of the bowling alley. The place smells like popcorn and pizza, and the sound of bowling balls crashing into pins echoes around you. Chan leads the way to the counter, where a guy in a red-and-white uniform greets him with a friendly smile.

“Got a booking under Bang,” Chan says smoothly, his tone low and confident.

The employee nods, checking the screen and handing him a set of shoes. Meanwhile, Jisung leans closer to you, his voice conspiratorial. “Must be nice, huh?”

You giggle, glancing at Chan as he talks to the guy like it’s second nature. “I’d be half passed out by this point talking to another human like that.”

Jisung snorts, his laugh low and infectious. “Right? Meanwhile, Mr. Smooth over here acts like he owns the place.”

Chan turns back to you both, raising an eyebrow. “You two gossiping about me?”

“Always,” Jisung replies without missing a beat, his grin cheeky as Chan rolls his eyes and leads you down a side hallway.

At the end of the hallway is a door marked Private Lane. Chan opens it with a flourish, stepping aside to let you and Jisung walk in first. The private lane is sleek and modern, with plush seating and mood lighting that makes it feel more like a lounge than a bowling alley.

“You’ve outdone yourself, Mr. Smooth,” Jisung says, plopping onto the couch with a dramatic sigh.

Chan ignores him, instead turning his attention to you. “So, have you ever bowled before?”

You hesitate for a split second before shaking your head. “No,” you say, your voice soft.

Chan quirks an eyebrow, and Jisung’s grin widens. “Never?” Chan asks, his tone somewhere between disbelief and amusement.

“Nope,” you lie smoothly, hoping they won’t catch on.

“Well then,” Chan says, grabbing a bowling ball from the rack and holding it out to you, “we’ll have to teach you.”

“Absolutely,” Jisung chimes in, standing up and grabbing another ball. He rests it on his hip as he walks over to you. “This is gonna be fun.”

You smile, biting back your nerves as they both step closer, their expressions eager and intent. You might not be a complete novice at bowling, but right now, the idea of their hands guiding yours and their attention entirely on you feels worth a little white lie.

Chan rolls up his sleeves and grabs a bowling ball from the rack, his silver chain catching the light as he steps to the lane. “Alright, Y/N,” he says, holding the ball out to you. “Let’s start simple. Just grip it here and here.”

You take the ball, the weight of it heavier than you expected, and Chan steps behind you, close but not overwhelming. His hands rest lightly on your elbows as he adjusts your stance. “Feet shoulder-width apart. Bend your knees a little.”

Jisung lounges on the nearby couch, a smug grin on his face. “Don’t drop it on your foot.”

“Helpful,” Chan mutters, shooting him a look before turning back to you. “Ignore him. Now, swing it back gently, then forward. Let it roll off your fingers when it feels right.”

His voice is low and patient, and you nod, following his instructions. With Chan’s hands steadying your arms, you swing the ball forward. It rolls down the lane with a satisfying thud, wobbling slightly before knocking over a few pins.

“Not bad,” Chan says, his voice warm with approval. “Let’s try that again.”

The game continues, and for the first few rounds, either Chan or Jisung is always there, standing behind you, guiding your movements. Jisung’s approach is less methodical than Chan’s, he’s more playful, cracking jokes and deliberately leaning close enough to make you laugh as he adjusts your grip.

“Alright, superstar,” Jisung says during your next turn, resting his chin on your shoulder for a moment as he lines up the shot with you. “This time, aim for the left side. Trust me.”

You roll your eyes but follow his advice, and the ball takes out a solid chunk of pins. Jisung cheers loudly, throwing his hands up like you’ve just won a championship. “See? I’m a genius!”

Chan laughs from his spot on the couch, his eyes crinkling with amusement. “You’re ridiculous.”

The real chaos begins each time it’s Jisung’s turn. Instead of bowling normally, he walks up to the lane, turns his back to the pins, and bends over, rolling the ball between his legs. It glides perfectly down the centre of the lane, knocking down every pin in a clean strike.

“Fuck yeah!” Jisung yells, spinning around with his arms raised in victory. “Did you see that?”

“That shouldn’t even count,” Chan calls out, shaking his head in disbelief. “You didn’t even look!”

Jisung shrugs dramatically, grabbing another ball. “Jealousy isn’t a good look on you.”

His next turn, he lies flat on his stomach at the start of the lane, pushing the ball forward with both hands. Once again, it rolls perfectly down the lane and crashes into the pins, scattering them everywhere.

“This is bullshit,” Chan mutters, standing up and grabbing a ball. “There’s no way you’re this lucky.”

“It’s not luck!” Jisung insists, grinning from ear to ear. “It’s raw talent.”

You can’t stop laughing, your sides aching as Jisung continues his streak of absurd bowling techniques. He tries spinning the ball while crouched like a frog, rolling it while hopping backwards, and even attempting to launch it from his lap while sitting. Somehow, every ridiculous method he tries results in a strike.

“You’re unbelievable,” you say, shaking your head as you watch him collapse onto the couch, arms raised in mock exhaustion.

“Unbelievably good,” Jisung corrects, winking at you.

“Annoying is more like it,” Chan quips, his smirk softening the words.

The second game kicks off, and you decide it’s time to step up. Chan and Jisung exchange a glance as you grab a ball, their eyebrows raised in mild surprise.

“You got this,” Chan says, leaning casually against the scoring console.

Jisung smirks from where he’s sprawled on the couch, his silver rings glinting as he gestures toward the lane. “Show us what you’ve learned, superstar.”

You roll your eyes but can’t hide the smile tugging at your lips. With confidence, you line up your shot, swing the ball back, and release it. It glides perfectly down the lane, straight into the pins, scattering them in a deafening crash. A clean strike.

The room falls silent for a split second before Jisung shoots up from the couch, pointing an accusatory finger at you. “We’ve been fucking hustled!”

You turn to him, feigning innocence as you shrug. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Jisung’s jaw drops dramatically. “Oh, you’re good. Real good. You just wanted us to feel you up, didn’t you?”

You duck your head, biting your lip to hide the shy smile that betrays you and Chan laughs as he steps forward, ruffling Jisung’s hair as he passes. “Oh, she did,” he says, his voice warm and teasing. “But don’t tease her too much, Ji. Look, you’ve made her all shy.”

Jisung grins, unbothered, and strides up behind you. Before you can step away, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you against him. “Be honest,” he murmurs near your ear, his voice low enough that only you can hear. “You’ve bowled before, haven’t you?”

You nod once, still too shy to speak, and his nose brushes lightly against the side of your neck as he chuckles. “Little liar,” he whispers, his tone playful and affectionate.

Chan takes his turn at the lane, his throw smooth and precise, though he leaves two pins standing. He shakes his head as he turns back toward you, grinning as Jisung presses a kiss to the top of your head before letting you go.

While Chan preps for his spare, Jisung leans over to the control pad on the table and presses a few buttons. “You drink?” he asks, glancing at you.

You tilt your head curiously. “They have cocktails?”

Jisung nods, scrolling through the menu on the screen. “Yep. What’s your poison?”

You hum thoughtfully, tapping your lip as you consider. “Hmm. Sex on the Beach.”

Jisung freezes for half a second before turning to you with a grin so wicked it makes your heart skip. “We could have sex on the bowling lane.”

Your jaw drops as you stare at him in shock, your eyes wide. “Jisung!”

He bursts out laughing, his arms wrapping around you again as he pulls you into a tight hug. “I’m kidding! You’re so easy to mess with, it’s adorable.”

You huff, though you can’t fight the laugh bubbling up as you swat his arm. “You’re impossible.”

“And you like it,” he quips, his grin softening as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

Chan returns to the table, his spare successfully picked up, and raises an eyebrow at the two of you. “What’d I miss?”

“Nothing,” you say quickly, shooting Jisung a look as he chuckles under his breath.

“Sure,” Chan says, his eyes narrowing slightly but the smile on his lips giving him away. “Whatever you say.”

Jisung, still grinning, reaches for the pad to confirm the drink order, adding a mock toast under his breath. “To bowling hustlers and adorable liars.”

The sleek convertible pulls up in front of your apartment building, its engine purring softly before Chan cuts it off. The night air is cool, brushing against your skin as you step out of the car andJisung hops out after you, his cropped leather blazer catching the streetlight as he stretches.

“This is the part where we find out if you’re a hoarder or if you’ve got some hidden skeletons in your closet,” he teases, falling into step beside you.

Chan chuckles, locking the car as he joins you both. “Don’t scare her off, Ji.”

You lead them up the stairs, your sneakers tapping lightly against the concrete as the three of you climb to your floor. At your door, you unlock it with a faint click and push it open, flipping on the lights. The warm, lived-in space comes into view, shelves lined with books and figurines, Attack on Titan posters framing one wall, and a collection of Harry Potter merch spread across various surfaces.

Jisung steps in first, his eyes immediately scanning the room. His mouth falls open slightly as he takes in the decor. “Anime and Harry Potter?” he says, his voice filled with awe. He turns to you with a playful grin. “You’ve officially made me fall in love.”

You laugh softly, shaking your head as you kick off your shoes. “It’s not that impressive.”

“It’s fucking heaven,” Jisung declares, his eyes darting from the Levi Ackerman figurine on your shelf to the Hufflepuff throw blanket draped over your couch.

Chan is about to respond when the soft patter of paws echoes through the apartment. Simba, your golden retriever, pads out from the hallway, his tail wagging lazily as he stops in front of Chan, sniffing curiously.

“Oh my God,” Chan breathes, crouching down immediately to pet the dog. His hand brushes over Simba’s soft fur, his face lighting up with pure joy. “He's adorable"

You watch Chan coo at Simba, scratching behind his ears. The dog leans into his touch, clearly pleased.

Jisung flops onto your couch, letting out a dramatic sigh and you sit next to him. “No, seriously. This apartment is heaven. Anime, Harry Potter, and now a golden retriever?” He looks at you, his grin softening into something more genuine. “You’re perfect.”

Before you can respond, Jisung leans forward and presses a quick kiss to your lips. His touch is fleeting, like he’s testing the waters, and his eyes widen immediately as he pulls back. “Uh, shit, sorry, I-”

You cut him off by leaning in and kissing him again, your hands lightly brushing against his chest. His surprise melts into a quiet groan as he deepens the kiss, his fingers tangling gently in your hair while his other hand finds its way to the small of your back.

Behind you, Chan stands up slowly, his dark eyes locked on the two of you. There’s a heat in his gaze, his tongue swiping over his lower lip as he watches, his hands slipping casually into his pockets.

Jisung pulls away just enough to look into your eyes, his breath warm against your lips. “You’re dangerous, you know that?” he murmurs, a grin playing at the edges of his mouth.

“Only to you,” you tease, your voice barely above a whisper.

Chan steps forward, his boots clicking softly against the floor before he leans down and cups your face in his hands. His touch is gentle but firm as he tilts your chin up, his eyes searching yours for permission.

When you don’t pull away, he leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss that’s slower, deeper, and filled with intent. His thumbs brush against your jawline as he holds you steady, the kiss sending a shiver down your spine.

As Chan kisses you, Jisung doesn’t move far. Instead, he wraps his arms around you from behind, his lips finding the curve of your neck. He presses a series of soft, lingering kisses along your skin, his breath warm and his touch featherlight.

Chan pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against yours as he glances at Jisung over your shoulder. “You good back there?” he asks, his voice rough with a mix of humor and something darker.

Jisung grins against your neck, his hands tightening around your waist. “Oh, I’m very good,” he replies, his voice muffled as he presses another kiss to your neck.

Chan brushes his thumb gently against your cheek, his gaze steady and soft despite the heat simmering in his dark eyes. “If you don’t want to go any further, let us know,” he says quietly, his voice low and reassuring. “There’s no pressure.”

You take a deep breath, the tension in your shoulders easing at his words. Meeting his gaze, you manage a small, shy smile. “My bedroom is the door at the end of the hall.”

A flicker of surprise crosses Chan’s face before it’s replaced with a warm, knowing smile. He takes your hand, his grip firm but careful, and starts leading you toward the hallway. Behind you, Jisung remains attached to your back, his arms draped loosely around your waist as he follows your movements step for step.

The short walk feels longer than it is, your heart racing with anticipation. When you reach the door, Chan opens it for you, stepping inside first to take in the space before turning back to you and Jisung. The room is cosy and well-kept, the bed neatly made with soft, neutral tones, and fairy lights strung up around the walls giving it a warm glow.

Jisung’s eyes sparkle with excitement as he steps inside, still clinging to you. “Oooh! I get to dom! I haven’t done that in a while. Chan doesn’t let me dom him!”

You let out a shy giggle as he twirls a strand of your hair around his finger. “Is that so?”

Chan snorts, closing the door behind him. “That’s because you’re a menace, Ji.”

“And you love it,” Jisung retorts, grinning as he tugs lightly on the strand of hair before letting it fall back into place.

Chan steps closer, his gaze dropping to meet yours, his voice taking on a teasing edge. “You ready for all other men to be ruined for you?”

You nod, biting your lip nervously but unable to suppress the small, eager smile that tugs at your mouth.

Jisung’s grin softens as he gently cups your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “You know this isn’t just a one-time thing, right?” His voice is quieter now, almost tentative, as if he needs to be sure.

You nod again, your hands lightly resting on his chest. “I know.”

Something shifts in Jisung’s expression, a mix of relief and exhilaration, before he leans in and kisses you, his lips warm and eager against yours. His hands slide down to your waist, gripping you firmly as he deepens the kiss. In one swift motion, he lifts you effortlessly, your legs wrapping instinctively around his waist as he presses you back against the wall.

Chan steps closer, his hands brushing against Jisung’s shoulders as he tilts his head to kiss the side of Jisung’s neck. His lips trail up slowly, leaving warm, open-mouthed kisses along Jisung’s skin, making him shiver slightly even as he keeps his focus on you.

Jisung pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, his breathing uneven but his grin still intact. “Ready for this, baby?”

You nod, your hands curling around the back of his neck as your chest presses against his. With both of them here, surrounding you with their attention and warmth, you’ve never felt safer or more wanted.

Three Months Later

The Alpha Phi frat house is as chaotic as ever, laughter and the faint hum of music filling the space as you step inside with Chan and Jisung. You’re wearing black cargo trousers, a lilac cropped lace camisole, and black Converse. Your hair is clipped up messily, stray strands framing your face, and your makeup is flawless as usual.

Jisung struts beside you, his black baggy jeans slung low enough to reveal the waistband of his black boxers. His cropped black long-sleeved top and silver chain make him look effortlessly edgy, and Chan, on your other side, is the perfect counterpoint with his black cargo trousers, sleek black t-shirt, leather jacket, and matching chain.

The three of you are greeted by the sight of Minho lounging on the couch with Felix perched in his lap, their positions far too cosy for anything innocent. Felix is giggling about something, his blonde hair tousled as Minho’s arms keep him firmly in place.

“What’s going on?” Felix asks, his bright eyes darting between the three of you as you hesitate near the doorway. There’s a curious tilt to his head, but his smile is easy and warm.

You open your mouth to speak but quickly close it again, glancing at Minho with wide eyes. At the same time, Jisung nudges Chan, who scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. Minho’s grip tightens on Felix’s waist as if bracing himself for impact. His knowing smirk is the only indication that he’s been expecting this moment for weeks.

Felix frowns slightly, leaning back against Minho. “I feel like I’m missing something.”

“Uh, yeah,” Jisung says, dragging out the words with a nervous laugh. “You could say that.”

Before Felix can ask anything else, you and Jisung simultaneously push Chan forward, using him as a shield as you step behind him. “You tell him,” Jisung whispers urgently, peeking over Chan’s shoulder.

Chan sighs, giving both of you a side-eye before turning to Felix. “Okay. Felix,” he starts, his tone careful but firm. “You know Jisung and I are together, right?”

Felix blinks, his expression turning incredulous. “Obviously. I’ve heard you two fuck in every part of the house.”

Chan pinches the bridge of his nose, muttering under his breath before continuing. “Right. Well, we added a third to our relationship.”

Felix’s face lights up with excitement. “That’s great! Who is it?!”

Minho stares at Felix in disbelief, his lips parting slightly before he mutters, “Oh, Lix. You’re so pretty. So, so pretty.”

Jisung, still partially hidden behind Chan, snickers. “But dumb. Even compared to me.”

Felix’s head snaps toward Minho, his frown deepening. “Well?! Who is it?”

Minho sighs, rolling his eyes like he’s explaining something painfully obvious. “It’s Y/N.”

Felix tilts his head further, the frown deepening into confusion. “My sister Y/N?”

Chan, deadpan, replies, “No, another Y/N on campus.”

Felix’s eyes widen, looking between all of you. “Really?”

Minho groans, his hand dragging down his face. “So, so pretty.”

Everyone goes quiet, waiting for Felix to piece it together. Jisung and you peek over Chan’s shoulders, your expressions nervous but slightly amused as you watch the gears turning in Felix’s brain.

But nothing happens. Felix’s brow furrows, his mouth opening and closing like he’s about to speak but can’t find the words. Minho watches him for another few seconds before shaking his head in resignation.

“It’s not computing, is it?” Jisung whispers to you, his voice barely audible as he stifles a laugh.

You shake your head, biting your lip to hold back your own giggles. “Not at all.”

Felix finally bursts out, “Wait, so you’re telling me-”

Everyone leans in slightly, hopeful.

“-you, Jisung and Y/N are… like, all three of you?” His eyes dart between you, Jisung, and Chan, still visibly processing.

Minho buries his face in Felix’s shoulder with a groan. “Yes, baby. Yes, that’s exactly what we’ve been saying. God, you’re gorgeous, but your brain…”

Felix’s eyes narrow at Minho’s tone. “Shut up. I get it. I’m just surprised!” He turns to you, his voice higher-pitched now. “You? Really?”

Jisung pats Chan on the back. “We might be here a while.”

It’s been twenty minutes, and Felix is still sitting in Minho’s lap, staring blankly at the floor. His mouth occasionally opens as if he’s about to say something, only to snap shut again. Meanwhile, you and Jisung remain firmly behind Chan, who’s started tapping his foot against the hardwood floor, his arms crossed as his patience wears thin.

Minho gently strokes Felix’s arm, his voice soft but laced with teasing. “I know your little brain has processed it by now, baby. Come on, some emotion. Anything. You can do it.”

Felix blinks a few times before his gaze slowly shifts to you, his expression finally breaking out of the fog of shock. “Wait, wait, wait,” he says, his tone incredulous as he points at you. “You’ve never had a serious boyfriend in your life. Ever. Just random hookups! And now you come back with two boyfriends?”

Your eyes widen, and you glance at Jisung, who’s biting his lip to keep from laughing. Chan sighs heavily but stays silent as Felix continues his rant.

“What the fuck is this bullshittery?” Felix exclaims, throwing his hands in the air. “It took me twenty fucking years to lock down one man! One! She meets these guys and bam! Two boyfriends! Just like that! The universe is sexist and homophobic!”

Jisung finally bursts out laughing, clutching his stomach as he leans on Chan for support. “It wasn’t like bam!” he protests between giggles. “There was a buildup, okay? Like two months of it. And now we’ve been happily dating for three months.”

Felix’s head snaps toward him, his jaw dropping. “Three months?! How the fuck did I not notice?”

Minho, who’s been quietly holding back his own laughter, smirks. “You didn’t notice because I was deployed as your distraction.” He leans closer to Felix’s ear, his voice dropping slightly. “Every time Chan and Jisung left to see Y/N, I railed you into next week.”

Felix makes a choking noise, his cheeks going bright red. “Minho!”

Minho grins shamelessly, brushing a strand of Felix’s hair back. “It worked, didn’t it?”

Felix glares at him for a moment before sighing dramatically and turning back to you, Jisung, and Chan. He points at you, his expression serious. “Okay! Fine! But if either of you hurt her,” he says, directing his attention to Jisung and Chan, “I did taekwondo for twelve years, and I’ll fuck you up.”

Jisung salutes him, his grin wide. “Noted.”

Chan nods solemnly. “Fair warning. Got it.”

Felix leans back against Minho, letting out an exaggerated sigh. “Now, Minho, take me somewhere where I can cry, scream, and throw up to process this bullshit. Because now I have the knowledge that my friends are Eiffel towering my sister!”

He gags dramatically, covering his face with both hands as Minho finally loses his composure and laughs openly. “Alright, baby,” Minho says, standing up and hoisting Felix with him like he weighs nothing. “Let’s get you somewhere private to let it all out.”

As Minho carries Felix toward the stairs, Felix shoots you one last look, his hand flailing in mock accusation. “This isn’t over, Y/N! I need therapy!”

As Felix and Minho disappear up the stairs, you let out a heavy sigh. “Booze,” you say firmly, your tone decisive. “I need booze.”

Jisung perks up immediately, grinning like the devil himself. “The kitchen is more of a bar than a place we store food. Let’s go.” He takes your hand, leading you toward the kitchen as Chan follows, shaking his head fondly. “And hey, if you’re nice, I’ll roll us some joints.”

You raise an eyebrow at him as you step into the spacious but chaotic kitchen. “Am I not always nice?”

Jisung freezes for a second before turning to you with wide eyes and an apologetic grin. “Kidding! Kidding, baby!” He tugs you closer and presses a quick kiss to your temple. “Tell you what, we can even use my cherry papers.”

That earns a smile from you, the edges of your tension softening. “Deal.”

Chan rolls his eyes, already moving toward the counter to pull down glasses. “You two are impossible,” he mutters, but there’s no bite to his words.

Jisung skips over to a cupboard and pulls out a tin labelled Jisung’s Shit in bold, slightly crooked letters. He pops it open on the counter, revealing a neatly arranged collection of rolling papers, a grinder, and a stash that smells distinctly skunky and sweet. “What’ll it be?” he asks over his shoulder, wiggling his eyebrows. “Straight joints, spliffs, or my famous two-layer combo?”

“Famous?” Chan interjects as he pours three hefty servings of whiskey into the glasses. “Last time you made that, you couldn’t get off the couch for six hours.”

“Which means it worked,” Jisung retorts, sticking his tongue out before turning back to you. “Your call, baby.”

You laugh softly, shaking your head as you lean against the counter. “Keep it simple tonight.”

Jisung mock-salutes you, grabbing the papers and his grinder with an exaggerated flourish. As he works, Chan slides a glass into your hand, his own already in his other. “Here,” he says, his tone warm.

You take a sip, the burn of the whiskey grounding you almost immediately. Jisung hums softly to himself as he rolls, his hands deft and practised. It’s a strangely comforting sight, the three of you falling into this rhythm together, the chaos of earlier fading into the background.

Jisung finishes quickly, holding up the joint with a grin. “And voilà. Cherry perfection.” He lights it with a flourish, taking a quick puff before passing it to you.

You take it carefully, the sweet smoke curling into the air as you take a slow, cautious drag. The tension in your chest eases a little more, replaced by a warmth that’s equal parts the whiskey, the weed, and the presence of the two men beside you.

Chan clinks his glass against yours, his smile soft but teasing. “So, what’s the verdict? Does this make up for your brother’s meltdown?”

You snort, shaking your head. “It helps. He’s going to be a drama queen about this for weeks, though.”

Jisung leans against your side, draping an arm over your shoulders. “Good thing you’ve got us, huh? We’ll keep you sane.”

“You say that like you two aren’t half my stress,” you tease, earning a loud laugh from both of them.

As the night wears on, the three of you settle into easy conversation, the kitchen filled with laughter and the faint haze of smoke. It’s not perfect, and the chaos of the day still lingers at the edges, but for now, it feels enough. You’re surrounded by warmth, care, and a sense of belonging that you hadn’t expected to find but now that you have it, you’re not letting it go.

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Requested By: @omgsquee2001

[writtenbynana]

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a joao felix instagram au x fem reader

SUMMARY : y/n a instagram model has a secret crush on a specific footballer, what happens when he likes her post.

WARNINGS : no warnings just pure fluff

PAIRING : joao felix x fem reader : written in third possibly

A/N : please check out the book that I’m currently writing on wattpad as this post is kind of a spoiler 🤫

part 1 | part 2

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joaofelix79 great play today 🫶

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marcguiu9 lets get itttt

joaofelix79 💪

user6 MARRY ME 🙏

user8 JOAO I LOVE YOU

user7 yall be glazing him too much the hell, he aint even that good..

user9 be so fr right now.. He’s better than you

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yourbestfriend we indeed spoiled ourselves 😌

yourusername OH YES WE DID

yourbestfriend OMG WHO JUST LIKED YOUR POST.

user4 what the hell is joao doing in her likes 🌚

user7 sorry joao but she’s taken by me

user6 JOAO??

yourusername … I think I should leave now

user8 Lets just appreciate her beautiful posts

MARC 😛

status : online

HELLO MARC IM FREAKING OUT. DID YOU SAY SOMETHING..

M : I DIDNT TELL HIM ANYTHING I SWEAR 🙏 You were mentioned in our conversations though…

WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY MENTIONED.

M : THEY SAW ME TEXTING YOU BEFORE THE GAME AND STARTED ASKING QUESTIONS.

And what exactly did you say. Better be good things 😒

M : They just asked who you were and I guess they may of stalked you..

Oh great.

M : BUT I SWEAR I DIDNT SAY ANYTHING ABOUT YOU LIKING JOAO.

HE LIKED MY POST OMG. I STILL CANNOT BELIEVE IT.

M : I don’t really know what to say congratss?

THANK YOU.

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user4 AM I SEEING THIS CORRECTLY

user6 NOT JOAO IN THE LIKES AGAIN

user7 AND THE CHELSEA GAME ON THE TV 👀

user8 ARE WE MISSING SOMETHING.

yourbestfriend oh me oh my.

yourusername AGREED

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I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

prompt: ( requested ) basking in the sunshine, breathing fresh air, bare skin tickled by tall grass, and Felix, who can't focus on the Half Blood Prince when his girl's got his full blooded attention.

pairing: Felix Catton x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Saltburn

word count: 2.3k+

note: i wrote this in an hour 'cause, you know, brainrot.

warnings: slight request variation (you'll see), there's probably cursing. anyways, suggestive language, no real spoilers, slight Ollie slander, college kids doing drugs, and no HP spoilers for those who haven't read.

All you could smell was his expensive cologne, barely breaking a sweat under the summer sun as he remained wrapped around you like a child did their mother on the first day of school. You were never one for suffocating affection nor clingy behavior, something leftover from childhood, but with your boyfriend, you craved it; and he knew it. He took advantage of it.

"Are you even listening or are you too busy trying to identify the smell of my shampoo?"

"Hmm? Yeah, yeah, 'M listenin', love, uh, you know, something about... Harry doing something stupid, yeah?"

You snorted lightly, head tilting back to look up at your boyfriend's amused expression. "A lucky guess - 'cause Harry's always doing some dumb shit."

"Yeah, you know, there's a reason he wasn't considered for Ravenclaw."

"Don't be mean, we all have our strengths and weaknesses," you gently reprimanded. "So he's not the smartest guy ever, but he's brave as hell, isn't he?"

"Has to be, being a Gryffindor and all."

"I doubt we would've done half this shit at 16."

"Totally right, we had other worries - like our first pregnancy scare."

"Felix!"

"What, doll face? Huh? C'mon, what's the quote? I solemnly swear that I am up to no good!"

"Oh, you absolute cheesy fuck!"

His laugh could've echoed across the field, the two of you laid out on an oversized blanket; crushing the long grass surrounding his home, Saltburn. 'Home' always felt so mundane when describing the freaking castle his family inhabited; after all, his father, Sir James, was literally knighted - making the Cattons feel larger than life. You'd known the family for over a decade now, meeting Venetia on your first day of school when a rude boy smacked your lunch tray right out of your hands, being inducted to their family almost straight away.

As it turned out, your mother and father were friendly with Sir James and his wife, Elspeth Catton, and after only a month in your new town, you were invited to Saltburn for a family meal.

It became a monthly occurrence.

And when you started dating Felix when you were both 15, it was like life was simply alining with the stars. Destiny being fulfilled. Fate smiling on you both.

Your parents tried to play off the relationship, but after you turned 16, they realized how serious you two seemed about each other. And when you both decided to attend Oxford together (rejecting your father's alma mater, the University of Edinburgh), your mother made constant jibes about your wedding. At first, it was just a few, little, sometimes funny, but mostly harmless comments here and there, and then it escalated to full-on conversations between your mothers.

Like they had flowers and color scheme picked out, deciding on hosting at Saltburn, even debating wedding dress ideas! Your mother wanted something lacy, Elspeth wanted something form fitting and "sexy" - being where their opinions clashed and the conversation elevated to near arguments.

Anyways, laying on the blanket in the field, alone, became a regular occurrence for you and Felix once you realized the absolute HOLD the Harry Potter series had on you both. Where the brother and sister had matching HP star tattoos on their hands, that had convinced you to get a set of three stars - your only tattoo, nestled behind your left ear. Venetia technically got you into the series, letting you borrow the first book, and then gifting you each book once published; but it was more like a "tradition" to read them with Felix.

See, when you were younger, you had a stutter that made you wildly insecure, but reading out loud helped you work through it. Was it a perfect system? Of course not, but your boyfriend was adamant that it'd help - and eventually, it did. So much so, you received top marks in each of your public speaking or debate classes, something the Catton's still praised you over.

Felix liked listening, and the times you got a little tongue-tied and frustrated, he would take over to let you a small reprieve. Today was no different, laid in the field, the grass tickling your bare feet and calves as the sun soaked into your bare skin. Either of you only wore a pair of sunglasses, Felix sat up on his elbow to support your body laid against his; his fingers dancing light patterns over whatever body part he could reach. Currently, it was your hip.

He laid quick kisses where he could, whispered sweet nothings in your ear, used his teeth to nibble your flesh. Anything to make you trip over your words, like the little shit he was.

You felt your breathing shift when Felix's lips and tongue ghosted up your neck, sweeping stray strands of hair from your shoulder before his fingertips were ghosting over your collarbone and down your chest to tweak your nipple. The cold of his bracelets and watch on your sticky skin felt like a drastic contrast to the warmth of the day.

"You're infuriating, I'm trying to read," you scolded, swatting his hand away; but smirking in amusement that assured him you weren't truly annoyed.

"Roll over, sweetheart, I needa rest my arm," he muttered in your ear, licking the shell - making you squirm with a small giggle.

"Can you behave? For once?"

"How can I? When you look like this? I mean, Goddamn, I really got the prettiest girl, don't I?" He smirked, watching you lift off his chest to roll onto your stomach; perched on your elbows. "Now, that's a sight, might be my favorite," he grinned, bringing his hand down to smack one of your arse cheeks - palming the flesh tightly, giving a jiggle for his amusement.

"Felix!" You squealed, fully anticipating this treatment; trying to hide your full-teeth grin.

"C'mon, love, let's get a bit naughty," he teased. "Oliver doesn't get here for another two days, we're not gonna be alone much longer."

You scoffed lightly, "You're the one who had to befriend The Clinger."

"Oi, c'mon now, tellin' me t'be nice about Harry? Don't call him that, love, he's just a lonely chap. Needs a friend."

You hummed, readjusting the book under you. "He's a bit creepy, Fi," you admit. "I mean, he stares - like a lot. And remember I told you, I saw him looking through your dorm window that one night?"

He sighed, "He was just drunk, love, we've been over this."

"You're so quick to excuse him," you noted, offering him a bewildered look as he readjusted to lean over your back. His head nuzzled between your shoulder blades, letting a hand pet down the slope of your spine; forcing a small tremor through your muscles.

"He's got no one else."

"Doesn't mean he needs you, my sweet boy. Honestly, you stretch yourself too thin. Maybe if you focused less on these so-called friends and more on your studies...?"

"I appreciate the worry, babygirl," he mused, laying three kisses to your shoulders, "but it's all right, got you quizzing me nightly. Swear, you know my coursework better than I do. And besides, you're the one who says there's no such thing as too many friends."

"Hm," you let your eyes roll slightly, "I was obviously high when I said that and probably didn't mean bloody Oliver."

"Speaking of," he grinned, reaching for the rucksack he brought with you; now hosting your clothes, but also carrying the Altoid tin he used to store pre-rolled joints.

"Are you even listening to the story anymore, baby?"

"Of course I am, toots, I can multi-task." You hummed in response, waiting for him to finish lighting up before continuing onto a new paragraph; feeling him shift on your back. But you faltered when smoke blew against your cheek, Felix's lips descending a moment later to noisily smooch your skin. "You're so fucking pretty," he mumbled.

"I think you have ADHD."

"We knew that."

"Maybe you need something for that."

"Because I'm not listening to Harry Potter?"

"I knew it!" You laughed, shivering again when his free hand drew up your spine to nestle in your hair; handing you the joint with the other. "Fi, you're still distracting me," you moaned slightly, leaning your head back into his touch - contradicting your own words.

"You're doin' great, love," he grinned, licking the skin behind your ear, at your tattoo. "Keep goin', c'mon, I wanna hear what happens next."

"You're gonna reread this chapter when I go to bed, aren't you?"

Felix paused, "Maybe."

You grunted, dropping your head to the book before lifting it again and taking an inhale from the joint. Felix grinned at you in mischief, rolling over onto his back; hand behind his head as he stared up at you. You shook your head at him, handing the joint over before shuffling so you were laid on his chest with the book spread open in one hand.

"Love?" He mumbled.

"Hmm?" You glanced at him.

"Maybe... Uh, yeah, maybe start the chapter over? I'm a bit lost," he snickered, coughing when you tisked at him and offered a slightly annoyed look. "C'mon, baby, you can't tell me you were totally focused, either! You love me touching you, I can see it on your face."

To prove his point, the arm he had wrapped around you drifted to, once more, take a handful of your ample bottom - causing you to gasp slightly.

But you pouted, "I kinda want to finish this chapter, baby."

"And I'm distracting you?"

"Obviously."

Felix laughed, "Spot on Professor Snape, baby."

"If I read like Snape the rest of the chapter, will you pay attention to me?"

"You know what? I don't know, that voice is kinda a turn on... Everything you do is a turn on, doll."

"You'd think the consistent fucking we do would rein in your hormones."

"Nah," he tutted, squeezing his hand, "not when I got a girl like you, gettin' me all riled up. I mean, Half-Blood Prince, who? Got me full blooded, right here." You chuckled when he glanced at his cock, folding the book closed and deflating onto his chest and accepting the joint again. "Oh, c'mon, don't stop, 's just gettin' good!"

"You were calling Harry stupid literally 5 minutes ago."

"Come off it, when isn't he?"

"When he's fighting Voldemort?"

"Hm," he considered, tucking his hand into your hair to massage your scalp; gently pulling through your hair. "You might have a point."

"And now Dumbledore's - "

"Hey, hey, no spoilers!"

"It's not a spoiler if you were listening to me!"

"I'm always listening," he whined, you blowing smoke across his abdomen; watching his abs contract from the slight tickle; his cock bobbing from the movement and making you flush with heat not from the sun. "You're just so much more interesting, hmm?" He mumbled.

"Hey, hey. Flattery gets you everywhere with me," you teased, loving the easiness of his smile. "C'mon, pretty boy, your turn."

He took the joint from you, watching you try to pull back - but tightening his arm. "Stay here, love havin' you close," he mumbled, placing the joint to his mouth and reaching for the book again. Not wanting his arm to retract from your form, you reached up to take the joint from him; listening as he went back to the beginning of the chapter while your leg hiked up his hips.

Every other puff, you fed Felix the joint until there was nothing left; wee small roach being stubbed out in the dirt, leaving you two relaxed, high, and laid over one another as he continued to lazily read. But his hand still traced invisible patterns over your skin, the warmth of the sun making you sweat, but the way your boyfriend touched you made you shiver.

He knew you loved it, yet didn't so much as stutter on a single word when his smirk would grow feeling your reactions to his touches.

At the end of the chapter, he glanced down at you and let his lips follow; tightening his arm to bring you in closer, leaving repeated kisses on your forehead. You squirmed closer, giggling and bringing your hand up to hook around the back of his neck, directing him to your lips as he rolled over so you were on your back and he was hovering over you. "You're distracting me, now, li'l minx," he teased.

"Oh, how unfair, what ever shall you do?"

He chuckled, pecking your lips twice more, then asking, "Another chapter or...?"

"Yes, one more chapter," you laughed, "but then we're gonna have to head back up, your mum wanted my help with something."

"Oh, she's got you some new dresses she wants you to try," he relaid.

"I thought she stopped doin' that?"

"She loves spoiling you," Felix eased. "And Venetia stopped letting Mum dress her, so, you know... Here, you read this one."

You agreed, letting him readjust so he was sat up again, keeping you between his spread legs so he could peer down at the book from over your shoulder. Was it distracting, feeling his fully blooded cock at your back? Absolutely. Was it mildly erotic for you to ignore it and continue reading - as if his warmth wasn't making you wet? Also, yes.

"Fi," you whispered when his lips danced across your shoulder. "Distracting me, again," you half-scolded.

"You're doin' great, love," he chuckled.

But he didn't stop, it was like he was turning himself on (more) by his soft, gentle touches; and being spurred onward when he noted the way your chest heaved when your breath changed.

"Keep goin'," he whispered in your ear, dragging his hands up to cup either bare breast and swipe his thumbs around your nipples to stiffen them into peaks.

"Felix - "

"Don't stop," he encouraged, "'s real endearing the way you're tryna fight this."

"You try to get between me and Potter one more time, we're going on a sex strike."

There was a pause as you looked up at him, both sharing growing grins before bursting into echoing laughter that Venetia heard from one of the loungers close to the house. She grinned to herself, turning the page of her own Half-Blood Prince book.

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Stray Kids Reaction || You're Not Answering Your Phone [Mafia Edition]

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - September 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

CHAN:

Chan did his best not to freak out when you called him, he knew that you were responsible and he could trust you but after four hours of you not answering your phone, it was beginning to send him into a worrying spiral.

"Changbin, I want you and Jeongin to go out into the city and look for her, she could be anywhere. Seungmin, I want you to try and track her phone pings, and see where it last went off." Chan was so busy ordering his men around that he hadn't heard the front door open and close while you walked in casually,

"Hey baby, I picked up some Chinese food for dinner. I didn't want to cook tonight." You called out before stopping in the doorway to see Chan staring at you along with all of his men.

"What?"

"Where have you been?! I've been worried sick!?" He panicked rushing over to you and holding your face in his hands, turning your head side to side as if he was looking for any sign that you weren't okay or that you were hurt in some kind of way.

"I went into town, to get my phone fixed...Remember?" You tried to jog his memory and as soon as you did he began to flush a bright red colour and sweat gathered on the back of his neck. 

"O-Oh yeah...Right," He laughed awkwardly as he turned back to his men who were all smirking in his direction.

MINHO:

As soon as your phone continued to go to voicemail Minho lost every rational thought that there was in his mind and he was ready to throw caution to the wind and find you. He was already having Felix track your GPS in your car and then if that didn't work he was going to get him to track and find you with the GPS tracker on your phone. Maybe he was a little overprotective when it came to you but he always wanted to make sure that you were safe.

"I can't stand the thought of something happening to her," He ran his hands through his hair and tugged at the strands a little groaning as he tried not to think about it too much. There had to be some kind of logical explanation for it all,

"Yn's GPS shows that she's in the building," Felix stated as he turned to look at his boss who frowned and rushed over to the screen.

"Search the house," He ordered before running up the stairs to search every bedroom in the home that you shared, god, why did he have to have such a big house. He swore to himself that he was going to move,

"Yn?!" He breathed out as he walked into the library to see you fast asleep on the sofa that was inside there,

"W-What?" You groaned waking up and staring at him as he rushed over to you, holding you in his arms as he called off the search on the rest of the house.

CHANGBIN:

"I have all the time and resources I could need to find her and yet she's nowhere to be found?" Changbin paced outside of the building your car was parked in front of, The security inside of the door wasn't letting him inside and he was ten seconds away from blowing their heads off.

"Do you know who I am?!" He boomed out but the men stared at one another before turning to look over their shoulders. Changbin followed their line of sight and you were standing there with an unimpressed look on your face,

"Where were you?" He'd been panicked all morning and seeing you standing there in a robe and sweating a little he was starting to feel a little bad.

"In the spa! I told you I was going to the spa," You smacked his chest as he made his way over to you. You'd been telling him for weeks about your trip and he'd been all for it, telling you how much you could use the break.

"I was in the middle of a massage when I had to come out and stop my husband from killing someone." You glared at him as a blush began to take over his cheeks.

"I forgot."

"Hmm." You still didn't sound impressed with him and he smiled a little, 

"I'll make it up to you."

"You will. By letting me go back to my massage and you go home," You pushed your finger into his chest and he nodded, kissing your cheek quickly.

HYUNJIN:

Every single hospital was being checked within walking distance of the house, then every hospital in the city was being checked as well as everyone calling any hospital that they could think of to try and find you.

"She has to be somewhere!" Hyunjin cried out as he stared down at his laptop,

"Why do you think she's in a hospital?" Chan questioned as Hyunjin looked down at his phone, The last thing you'd text him was a photo of your favourite cafe and then you went radio silent. No phone calls were going through, text messages weren't being delivered,

"Because she has to be injured if she's not responding to me."

"Spoken like an overprotective husband." Chan teased before instantly wishing he hadn't judging by the look on Hyunjin's face. It might have sounded overprotective but you'd always told Hyunjin if you suddenly didn't respond then something was wrong.

"We got her," Felix called out as you walked into the office building, rushing over to your boyfriend as you panted heavily.

"Hyunjin, I've been trying to get up here all day. I-I got mugged and they took my phone, my ID, everything, I couldn't call and then-" You couldn't finish your sentence as you were suddenly wrapped in his arms as he sniffled a little, just relieved to have you alive and with him.

JISUNG:

Jisung wasn't clingy by any means but when you weren't answering your phone for two hours he was beginning to get a little worried about it and calling you constantly. He must have called your phone over 250 times by now and he didn't know what was going on, had he scared you that morning? You'd walked in on him in a meeting and he was yelling at the guy. Did it scare you enough to never speak to him again? He called your phone again as he walked through the front door of your shared home,

"Call me. Please." He begged into the phone, freezing when he walked into the living room to see it surrounded by darkness safe for some fairylights and the giant flatscreen TV being on,

"What's this?"

"Birthday surprise," You smirked looking at him and he frowned,

"It's not your birthday-Oh, it's mine." A blush took over his face as you walked him into the living room and sat him down on the sofa,

"Is this why you haven't been answering your phone?" He gestured to the table that was filled with home cooked goods and you giggled, nodding your head.

"I didn't mean to worry you, you know I cant lie to you so I thought if I ignored you, I wouldn't have to lie." You smirked before he dragged you to sit down with him.

FELIX:

The door to the public library was booted down before people began yelling for everyone to get down on the ground, your head shot up from the book you were reading and you turned to see your boyfriend looking around panicked. You instantly glared at him, of course, he would do something this overdramatic and insane just because you were gone for the day.

"Felix!" You cried out before looking around at all of the other terrified people who were inside the library.

"You weren't answering your phone," He said as though that was ever going to justify knocking down a door and scaring a whole bunch of people.

"Because it's off when I'm in the library." You gestured around you before shutting your book and sighing at him, you couldn't believe he would go to this lengths to find you.

"I left a note in the kitchen for you. Which you would have seen if you'd had breakfast this morning." You scolded him and he blushed a little, instantly apologising to everyone inside the library as he got his cheque book out ready to fix any damages he may have caused.

SEUNGMIN:

Your phone had been off ever since Seungmin had yelled at you that morning and you'd refused to turn it on, You knew it was probably going to cause another fight when you got home but you didn't care. After the fight, the two of you'd had that morning you'd been feeling petty.

"Have you checked at her friend's places? She has to be somewhere," Seungmin sounded stressed as you walked past his study and you stopped in your tracks, peeking through the door to see your husband looking dishevelled.

"I don't care if you checked. Check again!" He boomed before hanging up the phone and downing the scotch that was in front of him. You slowly pushed the door open more and he stared at you,

"Yn?" He quizzed as you walked further into the room, stopping on the opposite side of his desk, he was a mess and you felt guilty.

"The one and only."

"Fuck, baby." He rushed toward you and held you tightly in his arms,

"I'm so sorry about this morning, I'm so so sorry," He held you tighter and tighter until you were sure he was cutting off your air and you whined and began pulling back.

"I'll never fight with you again, just please never run off." He begged as you nodded at him, both of you sitting down to discuss your fight.

JEONGIN:

Jeongin knew that you could look out for yourself, it was one of the things he loved about you but it was scaring him when you continuously ignored his text messages. Worry began to cloud his judgment as he thought about all of the things that could possibly be going wrong with you. Maybe you'd been kidnapped and they took your phone away. Or maybe you'd been involved in an accident and your phone broke in the process. Every thought was making him out of his mind with worry. So he sat and waited. He waited for hours until the front door to your shared home opened and you walked inside followed by two of your best friends.

"Innie? I thought you were going out with the guys tonight?" It was your understanding that tonight was his party night, which was why you'd stayed out so late in the first place.

"I was...But I got worried, you weren't answering your phone." You frowned a little, digging through your bag to find your phone and when you did you felt a wave of guilt hit you.

"It must have died, baby, I'm so sorry." You whined holding onto his face as he held onto you, your friends making their way up to your room to give the two of you some needed privacy.

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    “Did you and Felix talk about anything else last night?” Y/n asked the singer lying on her bed. 

     “Yeah. Just reassured me that your relationship was platonic and professional,” Hyunjin said as he scrolled through Twitter. Seeing some of the positive feedback from their announcement.

     “Feel better now?”

     “I was fine before.”

     “You weren’t. I just didn’t bring it up too much.”

     “Did you ever fuck me after him?”

     “No, and vice versa too.”

     “Now I feel better,” Hyunjin joked 

     Y/n scoffed at him from her desk. Continuing her studying before he snuck up behind her and kissed her neck. “You’re cute when you’re focused.”

     “And you’re horny,” Y/n turned her head to him and pecked his lips 

     “How can I not? Have you seen yourself?”

     “I should be asking you that.”

     “Take a break then.” Hyunjin coaxed her out of the chair and over to her bed. Y/n straddled him as he sat down on the edge of her bed. 

      “Am I gonna lose time with you once you’re all famous,” Y/n asked 

     “I won’t let that happen,” Hyunjin assured her before kissing her. 

     Y/n cupped his face as their lips moved together. Hyunjin held her hips and rolled her against him. Y/n tipped his head back a bit and deepened their kiss. The singer moaned into her mouth as her tongue poked his bottom lip.

     Hyunjin opened his mouth more for her as his phone started ringing on the bed. He pulled away and grabbed his phone as Y/n kissed on his neck.

     Unknown. Hyunjin didn’t think anything of it as he silenced it and turned back to the girl in front of him. Probably a spam call. Y/n’s hands ran up under his shirt before landing on the waistband of his pants. Fingers hooking under the fabric as his phone rang a second time.

     “You’re popular right now,” Y/n chuckled

     “Not when I want to be,” Hyunjin groaned and looked at his screen again

     Minho. He had to answer that one.

     “Hello?” Hyunjin said as he watched Y/n slide off his lap and onto the floor.

     “You better not be fucking while I’m on the phone,” the guitarist's voice rang

     “Not yet,” Hyunjin sighed as Y/n unbuttoned his pants, not seeming to care that he was on the phone.

     “Good. We’re meeting at Noeasy.”

     “Ji stopped freaking out?” Hyunjin kept his eyes on the girl in front of him as she pulled his half-hard dick out of his boxers, pumping him and kissing up his shaft

     “Yeah, then word vomited and invited Felix out with us. If you read the group chat you’d know.”

     “Sorry, been busy.”

     “We figured. That’s why I called. Chan said see if Y/n wants to come with us then since Felix will be there.”

     “Let me ask her,” Hyunjin pulled the phone mic away from his mouth, “Come to Noeasy with me, the band, and Felix?”

     “Sure,” Y/n smiled and wrapped her lips around his tip

     “She said yes. What time?” Hyunjin asked, trying not to give away he was getting a blowjob in the middle of talking to his friend

     “Ten o’clock. Don’t be late.” That was all Minho said before hanging up.

     Hyunjin tossed his phone to the side and leaned back, watching her take more of him into her mouth. “Fuck,” Hyunjin groaned

      Y/n rested one hand on his thigh while the other wrapped around the base of his dick. Bobbing her head up and down slowly, teasing him. He gripped the bed sheets as her pace picked up. Tongue running along the underside of his cock, spit coating his cock. 

     The sight alone had him twitching. Tilting his head back and looking at her ceiling as he moaned. Y/n swallowed more of him, feeling him get closer to his high. She grabbed on both his thighs as she bobbed her head up and down. Hyunjin looked down just seconds before she swallowed him completely. Hyunjin whined as the tightness from her throat had him cumming. 

      Grabbing the back of her head and keeping her still till he was finished. His hand slipped from the back of her head not long after, Y/n came up and looked up at him from her spot on the ground. Swallowing his load before sitting up. 

     “Did you swallow?” he asked

     “Mhmm,” Y/n nodded

     “You’re gonna fuck me up more than drugs did,” Hyunjin smiled and pulled her in for a kiss. Tasting himself on her lips. Y/n chucked at him as she crawled over him, gently pushing him back on her bed.

      Hyunjin accepted his fate and laid back. His hands pulled down her loungewear. Trying to get rid of the fabric. Y/n helped him out and pushed down his pants as well. Y/n pushed his shirt up as Hyunjin grabbed hers. 

      They managed to get the last bit of fabric off each other and Hyunjin sat up again. Y/n wrapped her arms around him as she straddled him. The singer held her hips and rolled them to the side. Putting her on her back and attaching his lips to her neck. His hand worked its way between their bodies. 

     Hyunjin ran two fingers between her wet folds as he sucked on the skin of her neck. Y/n moaned before his fingers dipped into her. Two fingers moving in and out. Stretch her open as her arousal coated his digits. 

      Hyunjin could feel her pulsing around his fingers as she pulled at his hair. Moaning his name as her hips squirmed a bit. Hyunjin smiled as he lightly bit her skin and pulled out his fingers. Licking the digits clean and positioning her legs around his hips. 

     Y/n pulled him closer as he leaned over to grab the box of condoms they had left out. Grabbing one and rolling it on before pushing into her. Y/n locked her legs around him as he sank into her. Grabbing his hands and locking their fingers together. Hyunjin smiled as he started thrusting into her. Starting slow and gradually picking up his pace. 

     Hyunjin dipped his head to her neck, sucking on the skin and her chest. Anywhere he could reach, he marked her skin as he fucked into her. 

     “Hyune,” Y/n moaned 

     “Fuck baby,” The singer groaned into her skin. 

      Y/n tightened her grip on him, walls pulsating around him. Hyunjin groaned as his hands left hers, wrapping around her and holding her close. Hips rutted into her as both their highs were on their way. Y/n grabbed the back of his head, gripping his soft locks. Both their moans filled her bedroom. 

      His cock thrusting in and out of her, hitting her G-spot a few times. Y/n tugged harshly on his hair each time and made him whine. Doing his best not to lose pace. 

     “Hyun, ‘m close.”

     “Gonna cum for me again?” he teased

     Y/n could only moan in response. Losing her words as each thrust brought her closer and closer to the edge. Another thrust right to her G-spot made it all come crashing down. Shaking and clinging onto him as he rode out her high. Hyunjin kept going till he couldn’t hold it anymore and came in the rubber. 

      His hips stuttered as he filled the condom and curled himself inside her. Both took their time to come back down and catch their breaths. Hyunjin pushed himself up and pecked her lips. 

     “Be my girlfriend?” Hyunjin asked

     “Of course,” Y/n smiled and pulled him back for another kiss. 

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Shadow Selfies

pairing: bang chan x reader

word count: 971

warnings: few curse words & cutie Channie

genre: fluff

a/n: am i writing instead of finishing an essay for my deadline on thursday? no im not👀

i was walking my to my best friend Chan’s house. he’s got i don’t know what hair colour cause the man dyes his hair every two weeks now? i kinda lost count.

we’ve known each other for the past five years, but the thing is i’ve always liked him more than a friend.

i like him. a lot.

i rang the bell and Jessica, Chan’s mother, appeared in the doorway.

“hey dear, Chan’s in his room upstairs.”

“thanks, Mama Bahng.” i always call Jessica Mama Bahng, it’s a habit i picked up from hanging out a lot at Chan’s house.

she smiled as we both walk trough the hallway. “are you hungry?” she asked me.

“a little.”

“come on. i just bought these.” she said, putting a batch of brownies in front of me.

“alright then, but just one.” i smile.

“sure.” she turned away.

i took a piece and ate it.

“oh, this is amazing.”

“i know right? it’s a new bakery called Felix’s Goodies, maybe you and Chan can pick some up for the others?” she suggested.

“sure thing!”

“eomma, is Y/n here already?” i heard Chan calling from upstairs.

“maybe later.” i smiled and got up from where i was sitting, and made my way down the hall and upstairs. i knocked on the second door on the left.

“if it’s Hannah, go away. if it’s Y/n, come in please!” he called from inside.

“ugh, rude!” Hannah called as she got out of her room to go downstairs.

i laughed at her comment as i opened the door to the usual shirt strewn floor and messy bed.

“hey, where are you?” i called.

“oh, hey there cutie.” he said emerging from the side and pulling on a black hoodie. he stopped in front of me. “what’s up?”

“nothing much. you ready?”

“ready for what?”

“science!”

“oh yeah. come on.”

so we sat down on the bed and flicked through our books and opened chapter seven of biology. disease’s & microbes.

“i don’t understand this shit.” he said after five minutes of poring over the same page. he scanned the green page and then looked at me.

“what is that hard about learning the freaking definition of a compost?” i asked after explaining the compost again.

“it bounces off of my head. how did you do it?”

“don’t ask.”

he laughed. omg his laugh.

“okay. one more time?” i asked.

“okay. and then we do something else.”

i rolled my eyes. “sure.”

he smiled and sat a little straighter.

“when rotten plants, are piled onto a heap, the bacteria of microbes act on it, and produce an enzyme that turns into any sort of liquid and then they feed on it. this stupid and disgusting process is called a compost. got it?” i asked.

“the crappy heap of plant shit is called compost?” he joked.

i laughed. “yeah. now Bio degradable’s?”

“we’re doing something else.” he told me.

“you’re going to fail the test!”

“no, i’m not.” he said.

“yeah, you are. you’re not paying attention!”

“look, i’ve done as much as i can. and just one def. of bio- whatever’s left. it won’t hurt to leave one thing. and besides, you need a break too.

i thought for a moment. true, i do need a break.

“why are you trying so hard to make me study?” he asked.

“cause friends watch out for each other, and remember Mr. Lee said he’s gonna change out seats so we can’t pass notes or talk at all.” i reminded him.

“aw, you’re doing this so we can talk? sweet!” he smiled.

“shut up.” i said, returning to the book.

“hey, look at the shadows!” he said.

i looked and saw our shadows on the wall, very clear and sharp.

click!

Chan took out his phone and took a picture. soon, we were posing madly and taking pictures in the mirror. then Chan held up his index finger. i put mine across it and made an x. i took the picture.

he held his palm in the air. i calmed mine against it, forming a weird, but beautiful shadow of two hands joined in mid-air.

both of us took the picture. then he curved his hand into a half-heart shape. i curved mine, completing the heart. we took the picture.

i looked up at him, he looked down, not smiling. his eyes full of passion. he stared at my lips, then he leaned in and the next thing i knew his lips were moving against mine and his arms were no longer suspended in the air but gripping my waist.

a soft sigh and a click!

a camera snapping a picture, and we jumped and broke apart. Chan looked around. his mother was standing in the doorway. she quickly turned around and walked away.

“i, uh, i should get going.” i blushed and turned away.

“no, don’t go.” he whispered, holding me back.

“goodbye, Chris.” i moved away. but i felt a tug at my fingers. i looked back. our fingers were still locked. Chan smiled at them, but i hastened to pull them away.

i made my way home, still thinking about the kiss.

i got a text from Chan as soon as i was inside.

Channie😩❤️‍🩹: i made mom delete the picture.

me: ok, thanks.

Channie😩❤️‍🩹: but i still have it ;)

me: what? why?

Channie😩❤️‍🩹: our first kiss.

me: can u send it to me too?

Channie😩❤️‍🩹: [1 attachment]

me: well…

Channie😩❤️‍🩹: it’s uhh, nice.

me: yeah.

Channie😩❤️‍🩹: will you be my girlfriend Y/n? i mean i’ve liked you forever and i know you kissed me back and we are friends- i’ll take you out this weekend if that suits you?

me: uhh…

Channie😩❤️‍🩹: what?

me: nothing

Channie😩❤️‍🩹: then?

me: yes! :D

Channie😩❤️‍🩹: i had fun.

me: excuse me?

Channie😩❤️‍🩹: excused, girlfriend ;) i was talking about the shadow selfies and science of course.

me: oh yeah. me too >_<

Channie😩❤️‍🩹: so tomorrow night?

me: sure. goodnight boyfriend 🤍

Channie😩❤️‍🩹: goodnight girlfriend :)

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Humbly requesting the pumpkin-headed monsters as a snippet, that one seems timely (and man am I happy to see you writing again!)

Pumpkins pumpkins pumpkins pumpkins pumpkins pumpkins

Click under the cut for a high school bully (cis guy) getting railed by three pumpkin headed monsters in a moonlit field. It is NOT romantic! Rape, vine bondage, demonic possession, pumpkin dicks! What else could you want???

Word Count 2.9k

Lynn Underwood is possessed by the Devil. Everybody knows that. Well, everybody who goes to Kettles Memorial High School knows that, at least. Lynn Underwood is possessed by the Devil, and her brother Felix is a warlock, and her mother is dead, and her father hasn't left the house in years. The house in question sat perched atop a steep hill, overlooking a shallow ravine and the dirty creek that ran through it, and its appearance did little to dissuade the rumors about the family inside. Every inch of the shuttered windows and an uneven roof and a wrap-around porch were covered in ivy and snarled rose vines, and, every Autumn, the property became dotted with pumpkins of every size and shade. If it wasn't for the pumpkins, the Underwoods might have been shunned entirely; but Halloween comes every year, and people need jack o lanterns, and the Underwoods barely charged a thing.

Gunnar Middleson had learned all of this after his family moved into the semi-rural township. Despite his mother's high hopes (and his father's grave warnings) Gunnar had not changed the "behavior" that got him kicked out of both school districts in their previous town. Had, in fact, picked it right back up on day three at Kettles, when he decided to see what, exactly, was in the creepy kid's back-pack.

"Gimmie that," he'd said, and grabbed the top handle of Felix's back-pack, bringing the gawky, droopy eyed freak to an abrupt stop. His free had had grabbed Felix by the scruff of his neck and shoved him forward, hard, while also yanking the bag backwards. With a strangled grunt, Felix had gone sprawling on the walk outside school, and several other students had gasped. Gunnar had ignored them as he unzipped the bag and dumped it out all over the ground and Felix's legs as he struggled to push himself off the filthy concrete.

Half a dozen books covered in strange words and stranger pictures, bundles of dried plants and flowers, weird rocks, jewelry, random things of twine and tape, and couple of leather bags on straps. "Delicate--" Felix spat over his shoulder, and Gunnar hadn't yet noticed his bloody nose or busted lips.

"Holy shit! They weren't lying, you're an actual whack job, huh?" Contemptuously, he kicked at the random shit, and watched Felix heave himself to his feet. "Oooooh. You gotta tie your shoes tighter, bro. Your face is all jacked up."

Hard gray eyes stared at him, and more blood had oozed from his hawkish (and rapidly swelling) nose. "Apologize," Felix had spat, before dropping to his knees to begin gathering his things. Gunnar had promptly kicked him in the gut, knocking him flat on his back, and then stepped over him to head inside. "Apologize, or I fucking swear--" Felix had shouted after him, as whispers swirled anxiously through the crowd.

Gunnar didn't apologize. Instead, he made Felix his new hobby, and, to their credit, the other students really did try to interfere.

Meaning that, over the next few weeks, Gunnar had gotten the story in chunks and snippets and a few dramatic re-enactments from particularly hyped-up students. When Felix and Lynn were in the second grade, their creepy ass mom had drowned herself in the creepy ass crick below their creepy ass house. Then in fourth grade, Lynn had started having fits. Violent outbursts. Would speak in tongues and kill animals and threaten other students. When she nearly stabbed her teacher to death, that was that. Off to kiddie version of the nuthouse for Lynn until she was stable enough for home-schooling.

Everybody had seemed oddly...obligated to tell him this, and when he'd impatiently ask what that had to do with him flushing Felix's phone down the shitter or hurling his lunch into busy traffic or whatever...things got even weirder.

"He can talk to it," one girl had hissed, glancing furtively around the library they'd both been confined to for in-school suspension.

"To WHAT?"

"The thing inside his sister! The Devil, or whatever, he can TALK TO IT and--" A teacher coming back had interrupted her, and after that, her nerve was gone and not coming back.

Another had said, "He's dangerous, he's unstable, don't fucking needle him."

And yet another had replied simply: "He's a warlock. He can hurt you much, much worse than you can hurt him."

"Oh? Yeah? Then, why the fuck hasn't he?"

Which brings us right up to the present, where Gunnar found himself waking up in the Underwood's pumpkin patch. Brilliant moonlight had bathed everything in eerie silver, and Gunnar looked around, trying to blink his bedroom back into existence. "Wha--" He cut himself off with a cough, his mouth and throat oddly dry. His feet, sockless and a tad sweaty, slid back and forth in his ratty boots, and he looked down, trying to remember why he'd gone outside and walked all this way in just his sweatpants and shoes. "Why--"

His head felt strange, and it took some effort to move his feet. He started walking towards the house, before abruptly realizing that was probably a bad idea. He felt his sagging pockets for his phone. No luck. Looking over his shoulder, he could see the ravine, a toothless maw of darkness, and couldn't stop himself from thinking of the boy in his chem class. Kieran had solemnly insisted that Mary-Beth Underwood haunted Shivering Creek, that he had seen her more than once, and that her spirit was far from peaceful. In the other direction lay the road. Not as dark, but long, and isolated, and that didn't seem particularly safe either. For the first time in a long time, Gunnar felt small and frightened.

Grass rustled behind him, and he whirled in place. Nothing. Nothing but pumpkins, and the house, which leered at him from the crown of the hill, looking more like a jack o lantern than a building. Gunnar warred with himself, trying to talk himself into walking up to the front door and banging on it until Andrew Underwood woke up and helped him. He had no idea what he'd do if Felix answered the door. If Lynn answered, he'd probably sprint downhill and take his chances with her mom's ghost.

He started to take a step towards the downright terrifying porch, but another rustle of grass and pumpkin vines had him freezing in place again. Heart racing, body cold with adrenaline, he looked around frantically, praying to spot a raccoon, a turkey, a goddamn coyote would be a welcome sight and...and where was the big one?

Confusion mixing itself up with the fear, Gunnar turned more fully towards the nearest clump of pumpkins, and approached them; there'd been a really big one in the middle, weighing at least ten pounds, as big as a watermelon, bright orange, and now it was gone--

And where was the white one? That had been off to the left? And the oddly mottled yellow-ish one, that had been in front of the main cluster of them. Both of those had been pretty big too, and all three were just...gone, all of a sudden.

Something was wrong.

He had to get to the house. He had to--

And then something heavy and leathery and too cool to be mammalian was wrapping itself around both of his ankles and yanking his feet out from under him. Gunnar screamed as he lost his balance, but managed to catch himself on his forearms. He looked back, kicking frantically, and then screamed again, much, much louder.

He'd found the missing pumpkins.

More vines came slithering forward, winding themselves around his calves and dragging him away from the Underwood house and towards the cluster of nightmares behind him. Three...things, that was the only way he could describe them, things, were crowded together, watching eagerly as he was dragged closer and closer to their greedy, viney claws and gap-toothed, leering mouths. They each stood six to eight feet tall, with bodies made of densely woven vines and tightly packed leaves, long legs and long arms branching off of their dark green torsos. But their heads were the worst. The gourds had been intact, pristine, when he'd seen them moments before. But now, their flesh had split in multiple places, giving them mouths and eyes and noses, all of which leaked pumpkin guts and shone with an unearthly orange light.

Gunnar wailed in horror and panic as the things lifted him from the ground and looked him over. Up close, the pumpkins rippled like human faces, twitching with expression as they inspected their wriggling, helpless catch. It was the white one that had him up in the air, suspended by the grip on his upper arms, and Gunnar thrashed even harder when the mottled yellow reached out and started to run its dirty vine-hands over his bare torso. "PUT ME DOWN."

All three made an odd sound. It was choked and thick and repetitive, and Gunnar had a sinking feeling that was laughter. The yellow one reached down and yanked off his boots, dropping them to the ground. Then it pulled down his pants, and Gunnar screamed again, so loudly it sent several birds fleeing from the nearest trees. Bare naked in the moonlight, Gunnar twisted in midair, trying to avoid the eager, unnatural hands that were roaming across his body. The orange one, the tallest by half a foot, looked at him over Yellow's shoulder, and made a long, heavy hissing sound.

"I'm sorry--" Gunnar babbled, barely realizing he was saying it, as the white one unspooled more vines and trussed him up even further. "Jesus I'm so fucking sorry, please, just let me go, Felix--"

The hands on his body forced him to the ground, on all fours, and the vines anchored into the dirt, binding him in place. He was positioned so he could see the house, could see the light shining through its upstairs windows, could see the silhouette watching him from the nearest one. "Felix--" He wailed again, and tried to crawl away, but the vines held him tight. Those awful hands had found his hips, were stroking them and his thighs indulgently, over and over, and he whimpered in terror. Whichever of the monsters was behind him slithered closer, and he screamed again as something hard and smooth and textured like an uncarved pumpkin slid between his spread and trembling thighs. The thing was huge and long and shaped...shaped like a...

Before Gunnar could look down his body to see what was rutting against his half-hard cock, the other two monsters shuffled into view in front of him, once again making that awful, inhuman laugh. The white pumpkin knelt on its knobbly plant-knees, and Gunnar found himself repeating "No" on a terrified, baffled loop, as it grabbed the back of his head and held it firmly in place. Because the thing had grown a new appendage.

A second, smaller pumpkin dangled between its thighs, shaped like a fucking dick. A dick that the creature was now trying to force into Gunnar's mouth as he fought to get away. The mottled yellow had one too, and it was presumably Orange's dick that was grinding against his own, getting hard despite his best efforts.

His jaw stretched uncomfortably and he moaned in despair as the fake gourd dick filled his mouth, and the pumpkin thing laughed at him again. Behind him, the orange dragged its cock up his taint and pressed the tip against his asshole, and Gunnar couldn't even scream; the white pumpkin had started fucking his mouth, and he couldn't scream past the girth. Not even when the orange one thrust past his rim, miraculously not tearing anything but causing him a shitton of serious discomfort. Gunnar squirmed and bucked but it got him nowhere, and the monsters kept laughing as they spit-roasted him in the dirt. The yellow one got impatient and shoved the white one away, but Gunnar didn't have time to do more than catch his breath before a second hard, inhuman cock was stuffed into his mouth.

The two in front passed his mouth back and forth while the third used his ass, and the vines holding his limbs in place only dug in tighter if he squirmed too much. Tears were running down his face and his dick throbbed between his thighs, completely ignored.

Up in his room, Felix Underwood watched, fairly certain he was in for a much more peaceful school-life, come Monday morning.

[eyneyke]

After pt3 - Reactions

Pairing: Max Verstappen x PewDiePie!sibling Summary: What if Felix had a genius brother who works as a RedBull's engineer and is also secretly dating Max part 32 of A Calm to my Storm Masterlist

Moment 1: Max’s legs giving out slightly when Kimi and Seb help him out of the car

@racingfanatic123: “Holy crap, did you guys see that? Max trusted Sam completely all race, but you can see his legs give out when Kimi and Seb help him. The realisation finally hitting him. What a freaking legend.”

@MaxStansUnite: “Not even Max is immune to that post-race crash. He was too busy being a superhero on the track to process what just happened! SAM IS A GENIUS.”

@Alonso4ever: “Max had this calm ‘I don’t care’ attitude all weekend, but that man was hanging on by a thread by the end. And who wouldn’t be?? 24 hours ago, his car was practically useless, and now he's P1. Just wow.”

Moment 2: Max hugging Sam and saying Jack would kill Sam if he killed Max

@f1hype: “The way Max just ran to Sam like he’s been waiting all race to thank him! And then joking about Jack-freaking-septiceye killing Sam if he did anything to Max 😂 You can see how they actually are. I’m not crying, you are.”

@queer4redbull: “Okay, I thought this was about racing, but nope, this is about found family. They’re all in tears, joking around like it’s no big deal. Sam really just saved Max’s race, and Max is over here laughing like they’re besties 😭❤️”

@SpeedyGonzo: “Sam: ‘I’m glad I didn’t kill you.’ Max: ‘Your brother’s best friend would kill you.’ 😂 Max still making jokes while being emotional—he’s too much.”

Moment 3: Christian spinning Max around like a proud dad and messing up Sam’s hair

@RBF_Captain: “Christian legit looked like he was about to cry a damn river when he spun Max around. You can see not only how much this meant to him but just how stressed he must've been this whole time. But the way he messed up Sam’s hair after?? Full-on proud dad vibes!!”

@formula_oneforever: “CHRISTIAN HORNER IN TEARS. I REPEAT: TEARS. And the way he looks at Sam afterward—he knows Sam saved the day. Someone get that man a medal. And tissues.”

@daddychristianedits: “Guys, Christian actually tearing up when messing up Sam’s hair...this whole race was a MOVIE.”

Moment 4: Sam shaking hands with Adrian Newey, Toto at Red Bull?!

@bigbrainf1: “Adrian Newey just patting Sam on the back like ‘Well done, kid,’ and then TOTO showing up at Red Bull??? This race is legendary. Everyone respects Sam now!”

@mercforever: “TOTO FREAKING WOLFF personally congratulating Sam AND offering him a spot at Mercedes?! Sam is literally the hottest property in F1 right now.”

@speedracer21: “Toto walks up, and Sam doesn’t even notice t because he’s too busy analysing data! 😂 This dude is unreal. Then when he realises who was there, the shock on his face...priceless.”

Moment 5: Sam’s reaction to Toto offering him a job

@Seb4lyfe: “Toto: ‘This kid is your genius engineer?’ I am living for the respect Sam is getting. Kid’s got the whole F1 world shook.”

@RedBullRebel: “Sam being totally mute when Toto calls him a genius and offers him a spot at Merc. Christian and Newey’s faces when Sam need for sleep speaks up ‘Toto’s even hotter in person’ LMAOOO.”

@goteamredbull: “Sam just called Toto Wolff hot, and Christian and Newey are just laughing their heads off 😂 Honestly, only Sam. Never change.”

@f1_memelord: “Everyone freaking out over Max’s win but ALSO freaking out because SAM PULLED A FREAKING MIRACLE. Who even is this guy? A legend, that’s who.”

@thirst4sam: “Okay, real talk. We all knew Sam had hot hands, but can we talk about that brain for a second. Man practically saved Red Bull’s race. What a DAY.”

@samkjellberghandwatch: “Sam Kjellberg’s hands carrying Red Bull and Max to victory...I AM LIVING FOR THIS.”

@pewdiepieplsanswer: “PEWDIEPIE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW HIS BROTHER IS OUT HERE SAVING F1 RACES. SOMEONE TELL FELIX RIGHT NOW.”

@youtubewatcher4ever: “Is anyone else SCREAMING that Sam is PewDiePie’s brother? Pewds is probably chilling at home while his bro just pulled off one of the biggest miracles in F1.”

Comments after videos of Sam trying to dodge hugs and focusing on data

@maxsamstan: “Sam running away from all the Red Bull mechanics trying to hug him after the race has me in TEARS. Man just wants to analyse data in peace!”

@RB24fanclub: “Sam’s face when Toto Wolff walks up and he’s like, ‘Please leave me alone before Max comes or I fall asleep.’ DEAD. And then he goes back to analysing the race data like nothing.”

@thef1whisperer: “Sam is literally the most ‘I have no time for your emotions, I’m analysing data’ guy ever, and I respect that. Man just saved a race and then went right back to work.”

Video: Toto Wolff approaches Red Bull’s garage to congratulate the engineer responsible for Max’s win, only to be 'introduced' to Sam, who's not even celebrating but analysing data

@f1insider: “The look on Toto’s face when he realised the engineer wasn’t out celebrating with the rest of the Red Bull team but was instead glued to the data screen. Man was expecting some middle-aged guy covered in champagne but found Sam, a literal genius in a 20-something-year-old body.”

@wolffpackleader: “Toto walking in expecting a tech veteran, and then Adrian Newey’s just like, ‘Hey Sam, a minute.’ AND IT'S A KID??? I’m dying. Toto’s brain probably short-circuited.”

@F1debrief: “Toto Wolff looked so sure he was about to congratulate an old veteran engineer, and then Sam walks up and he’s barely in his 20s! You could see the man’s brain literally rebooted on the spot.”

@redbullrising: “Christian’s smirk when Toto realises Sam isn’t some 40-year-old tech genius but a fresh-faced 20-something. He’s like, ‘Yeah, my kid engineer is the real deal.’ You know Toto didn’t see that coming.”

Commenters freaking out about Toto’s surprise at Sam’s age

@totallyteamtoto: “Toto: ‘This is your genius engineer?’ That man fully expected to shake hands with a seasoned veteran and instead finds Sam—a kid that literally ignores him!! I’m wheezing.”

@KJellbergNation: “Toto’s face when Sam walks up...he was NOT ready for the baby-faced genius. Christian and Newey’s smirk says it all—he knew Toto was about to get a surprise.”

@teamLH: “Toto probably thought he’d find someone his age behind that strategy, but nope, it’s Sam Kjellberg, a 20-something brother of a world famous youtuber who’s already making legends on the track. Imagine being that good at his age.”

@technerdf1: “Toto’s reaction is priceless. He thought he was dealing with an experienced old-school engineer, and then Newey calls up this young kid glued to his data screen. Sam is out here redefining what it means to be a genius in F1.”

Video: Toto congratulates Sam(he tried, okay) and offers him a spot at Mercedes, Christian smirking in the background

@f1madlad: “Toto didn’t just call Sam a genius, he legit tried to poach him right there. ‘If you ever get bored of Red Bull, there’s a spot at Mercedes’—bro, the audacity 😂”

@cheekychristian: “CHRISTIAN’S FACE when Toto offers Sam a job at Mercedes. Man was smirking the whole time like, ‘Nice try, Wolff, but this kid’s ours.’”

@race_girl1997: “Toto couldn’t believe the ‘genius engineer’ was Sam, and he was so shocked he straight-up offered him a job in Mercedes on the spot. Christian was enjoying "shooing" him away waaaay too much😂”

Fans freaking out about Sam’s age and his impact

@thisisf1: “The fact that Sam is barely in his 20s, and he’s out here pulling race-saving miracles like it’s no big deal...what was I doing at 20? Certainly not revolutionising F1.”

@honestlymaxfan: “The Red Bull miracle worker is a kid. A freaking kid. Toto’s reaction was my reaction—no way did that kid behind the data screen just save Max’s race. But yeah, he did.”

@RedBullArmy: “Christian: smirking in full dad mode, Newey: knows Sam is the future, Toto: losing his mind that the ‘genius’ is barely 20-something Meanwhile, Sam’s just analysing data like nothing happened.”

More thirst for Sam after the race and realisation he’s PewDiePie’s brother

@samhandsdaily: “Okay but Sam in that official Red Bull gear just hit different today. Hands-on that data, barely even celebrating the win. We do NOT deserve him.”

@pewdslittlebrother: “So PewDiePie’s brother just pulled off a miracle in F1, and Pewds is probably out there like, ‘Oh, did Sam do something today?’ 😂”

@FelixWho?: “I love how everyone’s thirsting over Sam, but we’re all just waiting for Pewds to realise what his brother just did. Like, hello, Felix, your brother just saved a race!!”

[zombisarchive]

FREAK

mdni. not proof read.

FREAK p.t 2

switch! oliver quick x dom! M! reader

warnings: degradation, name calling, smut, hair pulling, biting, mean reader , making out, over the clothes touching

Oliver had been eyeing me all night since I arrived at the pub. Who does he think he is? He’s only around because Felix decided to befriend the little freak. Farleigh and I were supposed to meet up with Felix at the pub after class. But there he was again, like a leech attached to Felix. Oliver.

“Felix!..Oliver.” Farleigh said as we approached the table. Farleigh sat next to Felix, leaving me to sit next to Oliver. Fantastic. “hello..” I glanced at Oliver. He glanced at me muttering out a small hello, god can’t he just speak up? I rolled my eyes, trying my best to ignore his stupid glances towards me.

As we started to part our separate ways after the pub, I began to walk back to my dorm the long way. But I had this nervous feeling someone was watching me. My steps slowing down before I came to a halt, turning around only to see a figure horribly hiding behind a large tree. I know that figure from anywhere. Oliver. What now? He’s moved on from Felix to me? what a freak! “I can see you. I know it’s you Ollie” I yelled out, seeing him visibly flinch at my voice made me feel something. He stayed still and silent before revealing himself. “why are you following me?” I asked as I walked up to him, he looked startled as if I were in the wrong to ask that. “I..um..you forgot your cigarettes at the pub” Oliver finally muttered out. “Cigarettes? you’re following me like some creep over cigarettes?” My tone was harsh and he knew it, there was no way he could escape the truth now. Oliver dug through his pocket fetching out a packet of cigarettes, they were crumpled up, but they were my cigarettes.

We stood there in awkward silence as I snatched the packet from his hand. “Why couldn’t you return it like a normal person?” Asking as I rolled my eyes, seeing him shrug. “I was but you clearly don’t like me..” Oliver said looking at me. I laughed in his face, “clearly. you know why i don’t like you?” stepping closer to him I was now backing him up against the tree he was hiding behind. “No?” Oliver said as his back pressed up against the tree. “Because you’re a little freak! a no good for nothing oxfam scholarship boy” the words seethed out of me like hot lava, I was ripping into him and he took it. Seeing him stand there and not react to anything I was saying made me angry. How dare he? My hand shot up, gripping the side of his hair tightly, pulling it roughly to the side. His face contorted into pain, god did he look gorgeous like that…

“You’re a nothing. A lowlife. I don’t know what Felix sees in you” My words cut deep into him like a knife, his face now stone cold. I smirked loving the feeling of him completely helpless under me. “What? Can’t talk now?” I said with another harsh tug at his hair. He hissed in pain, “For someone who hates me so much…you do love calling out my name at night” Oliver said with a stupid smirk growing on his face, I was fuming. I let his hair go, pinning him against the tree, my breath heavy as he just let me do this. “you know nothing about me” Oliver laughed as he looked at me, “of course I do..i know everything..how you jerk off, calling out my name when no one’s in your dorm..how you look at me like you want to eat me alive” He was right. He did know me. I didn’t know what else to do, he had the upper hand here. “But knowing you, you’d never act on those feelings, no, you’re just as pathetic as i am” Oliver said with a laugh.

He’s wrong. I wasn’t a pathetic low life like him. “You’re wrong.” I said, his face turning to confusion at my words. I pressed my lips against his roughly. Oliver kissed me back, our lips dancing with each other. Hands roaming all over each others bodies forgetting we’re still outside. I pulled back a little, biting at his lip. “Still think I wouldn’t act on it Ollie?” Oliver laughed, “I guess I was wrong” “very wrong.” My hand grasped his hair again, pulling his head back as my lips ravaged his neck. Soft moans came out of his mouth. God he sounded wonderful. Biting and sucking on his neck. felt like ecstasy, feeling him squirm as I bite harder than the last bite. My hands roam down to his clothes cock, palming at it, feeling him buck his hips upwards, his moans growing with every touch. “Fuck..” Oliver moans out, as he clings to my shirt. Pulling away from his neck, i glance down at the ranging boner he has, smirking, “someone’s excited” I tease as he rolls his eyes. “Shut up, just touch me” Oliver begs looking up at me. Letting go of him, I step back away from him. “sorry I’ve got an exam tomorrow, later Ollie” I say walking away, giving him a wave. He glares at me as I walk away walking back to my dorm. Oh how fun this will be.

☆requests open!

☆kinda bad, but maybe I’ll make a p.2?

[what-if-nct]

Felix: I think while we watch it, we should have blankets over ourselves and not ask any questions.

Chan: Felix, this is just a video of a plus sized woman in her underwear eating ferrero rochers in bed while watching sex in the city.

Felix: Yes, I chose the movie tonight.

Chan: Where did you even find this video?

Felix: What I spend my money on is none of your business.

Chan: Not what I asked, but We've been over this before.

Felix: Been over what?

Seungmin: Your fetish, you keep putting on the living room tv.

Felix: It's not a fetish. It's more of a kink.

Seungmin: Same thing.

Felix: No, it's not. Lee know tell them.

Lee know: The little freak is right. A fetish and a kink are two different things.

Hyunjin: I like it, her and her room is pretty. I want to share ferrero rochers and watch sex in the city with her.

Felix: And that's why you're my best friend.

Hyunjin: I am, but please don't touch me or my chips, I know exactly where your little hands have been.

Chan: We can watch it, but Felix, hands above the blanket.

Felix: Fine.

*to a camera*

Lee know: I raised that little pervert and I'm proud.

[diekleinesuesse]

Being best friends with Felix:

Being best friends with Felix would be an absolute dream. It wouldn’t just be about the fun, bright moments though there would be plenty of those. It would also be about the quiet, comforting presence he brings, the way he makes life feel a little warmer, a little softer, even on the hardest days.

The Beginning of the Friendship

At first, Felix might be a little shy, especially if he doesn’t know you well yet. He’d be polite, kind, and considerate, but there would be a sense of caution until he starts feeling comfortable. Once that happens, it’s over for you. He’s going to attach himself to you like a koala and never let go.

Felix is the type of person who forms deep emotional connections, so becoming his best friend wouldn’t be a casual thing. He’d be all in investing his time, his love, and his energy into making sure you feel valued. He’d remember the little things you like, send you pictures of random things that remind him of you, and always check in to see how your day is going.

The Daily Life of Being Felix’s Best Friend

Felix is someone who thrives on making others happy, so expect a lot of cute gestures. If he hears you had a bad day, he’s immediately showing up with your favorite snack, a playlist of songs to cheer you up, and probably a warm hug. He loves baking, so you’d get to try all his homemade treats first, whether they’re perfect or a complete disaster.

“Try this one! I think I messed up the sugar, but it’s still edible, right?” he’d say, watching you closely as you take a bite. If you pretend it’s bad just to mess with him, he’d dramatically gasp and pretend to cry.

Felix would be the type of best friend who constantly hypes you up. If you’re feeling insecure, he’d shut that down real quick.

“What do you mean you’re not good enough? Do I need to fight you? Because I will,” he’d say, crossing his arms, his freckles scrunching up as he frowns.

But more than anything, he’d make sure you know how much you mean to him.

The Chaos of the Sunshine Energy

Felix has a soft, comforting side, but let’s not forget he’s also chaotic. If you’re his best friend, you’re not just getting cozy, warm Felix; you’re also getting the Felix that dances like a maniac to random music, who suddenly starts singing in a deep voice just to freak people out, and who laughs so hard at dumb jokes that he ends up on the floor.

“Did you see that meme I sent you at 3 AM?” he’d ask, as if that were a normal thing to do.

“You mean the one with the cat wearing sunglasses and breakdancing? Yes, Felix. I saw it.”

“And?”

“It changed my life.”

Felix would 100% drag you into random challenges, whether it’s trying to learn an impossible TikTok dance, doing “rock, paper, scissors” with the punishment of eating something disgusting, or making an overly dramatic music video to a song you both love.

And if you ever prank him? Oh, he’s coming for revenge. Be prepared for unexpected jump scares, your phone mysteriously disappearing, or waking up to find a ridiculous filter added to all your photos.

The Deep Conversations

For all the silliness, Felix is also incredibly introspective and deep. He’s not afraid to have emotional conversations, and if something is bothering you, he’d be the first to notice.

“Talk to me,” he’d say, voice gentle, sitting next to you even if you don’t feel like speaking.

He wouldn’t force you to open up, but he’d make sure you knew he was there. And if you ever needed to cry? Felix would let you, holding your hand or hugging you tightly, whispering soft reassurances.

He’d open up to you, too about his struggles, his fears, his dreams. And when he does, you’d realize that for all his sunshine and warmth, Felix also carries a lot on his shoulders.

“I just want to make people happy,” he’d admit. “But sometimes, I wonder if I’m enough.”

And that’s when you’d remind him, just like he always reminds you, that he is more than enough.

The Protective Side of Felix

Felix is a softie, but don’t let that fool you he’s also fiercely protective. If someone ever upsets you, he’d be ready to throw hands.

“Do I need to go talk to them? Because I will,” he’d say, eyebrows furrowed.

If you were nervous about something like an important event or a big decision he’d be right by your side, holding your hand (literally or metaphorically) and telling you you’ve got this.

Felix wouldn’t let anyone disrespect you, not even yourself. If he hears you being too hard on yourself, he’ll shut it down immediately.

“Hey. My best friend is amazing, and if they don’t see that, then they don’t deserve to be around you.”

Spending Time with Stray Kids

Being Felix’s best friend would also mean getting close to the other Stray Kids members. They’d tease Felix endlessly about how much he talks about you.

“Felix, do you have any friends besides [Your Name]?” Han would joke.

“Nope,” Felix would reply shamelessly.

The members would treat you like family, and Felix would love having you around during their schedules. You’d get to watch their rehearsals, joke around with them backstage, and be part of the fun.

And let’s not forget game nights at the dorm. Felix would absolutely drag you into Mario Kart battles, Just Dance competitions, and chaotic board games. If you beat him, he’d dramatically fall to the floor, claiming he’s been betrayed.

A Forever Friendship

At the end of the day, being best friends with Felix wouldn’t just be about the fun and chaos. It would be about unconditional love, support, and knowing that no matter what happens, you have someone who will always be there for you.

He’d be the kind of best friend who never lets you forget your worth, who makes life feel like an adventure, and who reminds you that even in the darkest times, there’s always light.

Because that’s who Felix is. A sunshine personified, a best friend anyone would be lucky to have.

[morgana-larkin]

So I seem to be on a Regina binge lately and finished part 2 of ‘Regina And You’. It’s 16k words and only includes 6 episodes of season 3. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

Regina And You - Part 2

Warnings: Smut, swearing

Words: 16k

You all get back to Storybrooke and step off the boat. You stand beside Regina as you watch everyone reunite with the people they care about. 

“Happy to be home?” She asks you and you nod.

“I am, but I’m happy that I’m here with you. It wouldn’t be home without you.” You tell her and she brings you in for a side hug.

“We couldn’t have done it without her.” Snow says and you look to see her pointing at Regina. Everyone then goes to her to thank or congratulate her and you step aside and let her have her moment.

You and Regina are talking with everyone and then you hear Henry yell out about Felix. You all go to him and decide to lock him up as he’s too loyal to Pan. David takes him and Henry decides he wants to spend time with Regina and Regina is more than happy to do that. She takes him and grabs your hand as she brings you both home. 

“Home sweet home.” She tells you all and Henry immediately goes to his room and Regina smiles at him before looking at you. “Maybe I should make us all something to eat, something that isn’t berries.” She tells you and you nod as she grabs both your hands.

“Oh my god, if I have to eat another berry then I’m going to lose it.” You tell her and she laughs.

“Well what do you want? I’ll make you anything.” She says and you think about it.

“How about your lasagna?” You tell her and she smiles.

“Of course, I’ll go make it right now. Come keep me company in the kitchen.” She tells you and you follow her. Unknown to both of you, Henry watched the interaction from upstairs. 

While she’s making the lasagna she asks you to taste test the sauce and you tell her it’s perfect. She finishes after 20 minutes and then she calls Henry down to eat.

“Here you go, since we’re all tired of berries for a lifetime.” She says as she sets the lasagna down for all of you. You let Henry go first and then Regina lets you take some before she puts some on her plate. 

“It’s good mom.” Henry tells her and Regina smiles at him. 

“Thank you, and I’m glad to have you back.” She tells him and he nods.

“Are you two together?” He asks and you look at her.

“Are we?” She asks you and you think about it.

“I don't know, we never really talked about what we are.” You say. “I wouldn’t say no to calling you my girlfriend though.” You add and she smiles at you.

“I like that, you’re my girlfriend then and I’m yours.” She says and you nod.

At night you lay in Regina’s bed as she goes to tuck Henry in. She comes back a few minutes later and she sighs as she gets in bed.

“What’s wrong?”

“He’s still freaked out about Pan, although I don’t blame him.” She tells you and you grab her hand.

“He’s locked up securely and I know you’ll protect him from anything.” You tell her and she nods.

“I‘ll protect you from anything as well.” She says and you kiss her.

“I know, you proved that in Neverland as you kept saving my ass.” You say and she chuckles. “Now come on, it’s been an emotional week and I’m exhausted. I don’t think I’ve had a proper sleep the entire time we were there.” You say and get comfy.

“Y/n?” She asks and you look at her. “Can I put an arm around you?” She asks.

“You’re still a big spoon?” You ask and she nods. “Of course, I wouldn’t say no to cuddling with you.” You tell her and she wraps an arm around you before you both go to sleep. 

You wake up and the first thing you notice is that Regina isn’t beside you. The second thing you notice is the smell of breakfast being cooked and you stretch before you get out of bed. You put on a robe of hers and then you make your way downstairs. You walk into the kitchen and you wrap an arm around her and she smiles.

“Morning.” She tells you and you lay your head on her shoulder.

“Morning.” You say sleepily. 

“Did you just wake up?” She asks you and you nod. “Well maybe some coffee will wake you up, I just made a pot.” She says and she nods towards the coffee pot.

“Maybe.” You tell her and then you grab a mug and pour a cup before making it how you like. 

“Even during the curse, you still made your coffee the same way.” She tells you and you look at her.

“Were you stalking me?” You ask her and she shrugs.

“Maybe a little.” She confesses and you let out an airy laugh. 

“By the way, how were those books I gave you?” You ask her and she looks at you.

“I liked them, although I kept picturing that the two girls were us.” She tells you and you hum. 

“How come you only went into the library once since Emma got here?” You ask her.

“Honestly?” She asks and you nod. “I guess I was scared. I was only watching you from afar for so long and the thought of being able to talk to you and you remembering this time, I guess it just scared me and I don’t know why.”

“It was different and you had the chance to make up for what you did.” You tell her.

“Ya, and yet I couldn’t do it. I still kept looking at you from afar.” She tells you as she turns the stove off.

“I remembered you though. When we were talking at the diner, I kept feeling that I already knew you, and I guess I was right.” You tell her as she places the food on 3 plates. 

“You usually are right.” She tells you and hands you a plate along with a kiss.

“Only usually?”

“Well I do have to be right sometimes.” She tells you as she brings the two other plates to the table and then she goes to wake Henry. 

After breakfast you both get ready and then Regina gets a call. She answers it and her smile turns into a frown after a few seconds.

“Ok, we’ll be right there.” She says and then hangs up. “We have to go, the blue fairy was just killed.” She says and then goes to get Henry. You both get to where everyone is as they’re covering up the blue fairy with a blanket. “What the hell happened?” She asks as you both approach everyone. 

“The shadow, it killed her.” David says and you look at Regina who looks to be in disbelief.

“Pan’s shadow? I trapped it on the sail.” She says.

“Well it got free.” Emma says and Regina pulls you in tight. Neal, Tink and Hook leave to get the candle and Emma stands up and blames it on Pan.

“Emma, we trapped him in Pandora’s box and that’s sealed in Gold’s shop.” You tell her and she looks at you.

“Who else would be doing this?” She asks you and you look down.

“So Pan can still hurt me?” Henry suddenly says and you have a weird feeling about him, although you don’t say anything as you don’t know him that well.

“We don’t know that.” Regina immediately tells him.

“But we have to assume he’s still a threat.” Snow says and you nod.

“And that he’s after Henry.” Emma adds.

“I agree with them.” You tell her and Regina looks at everyone before looking at you and she takes a deep breath.

“Then what am I doing here?” Henry asks, a little scared.

“He’s right, he’s not safe out in the open.” David says and you look at Regina.

“You’ll protect me, right?” Henry asks Regina and she immediately puts an arm around him.

“Yes, of course.” She tells him and you look at Emma who is looking at them suspiciously.

“Go, we’ll take care of the shadow.” Emma tells Regina and the three of you go to leave. “Actually Y/n, we can use your help.” She tells you and you turn around and nod.

“Like hell she’s going with you.” Regina immediately says and you look at her. “She’s coming with Henry and me where I can protect both of them.” She tells Emma.

“Regina-” You start but she cuts you off.

“No, I’m not taking a chance.” She tells you sternly.

“Regina, I want to help them, if I can help then I will.” You tell her and she shakes her head. “I’m positive they’ll protect me, they’re all heroes.” You tell her and she takes a deep breath.

“We’ll protect her while you protect Henry.” Emma tells her and Regina nods.

“Protect her with your life.” She tells Emma before giving you a kiss and then leaves with Henry. 

“Regina, wait.” Emma says as you go to stand next to Snow and David. “We have to get to Gold’s shop.” Emma says as she comes back.

“Why?” You ask her.

“To get that box, if Pan is somehow controlling The Shadow from the box then we have to find out.” She explains and you all head to Gold’s shop.

“I’m afraid we’re closed.” Gold says as you all run towards him and Belle.

“Pandora’s box, give it to me.” Emma commands.

“And why would I do that?”

“We need to open it.” She tells him.

“And let Pan escape? Are you crazy?”

“He’s somehow controlling the Shadow from inside the box.” You tell him. “Henry’s life is in danger and it already killed the blue fairy.” You add and he looks at you and then back at Emma.

“And you think letting Pan out will change that?” He asks skeptically.

“Yes, because we can stop him, finally and forever.” Emma tells him and then he goes and retrieves the box.

They all drive to the town line together after coming up with a plan.

“There’s no magic beyond the town line.” Rumple says. “If we release Pan outside Storybrooke, he’ll be powerless to fight back.” He adds and then goes to step out of the town line.

“Uh-uh, I’m doing this.” Emma tells him and you look at her.

“I can cross the line and retain my memories.” He tells her.

“It’s not about that.” She says and you twiddle your thumbs as you watch Emma and Rumple talk. After a couple minutes Emma crosses over the line and Rumple opens the box and puts it over the town line. You all watch as Pan’s body comes out of the box and he gets ups and turns around. 

“Mom?” He asks and he catches Emma off guard.

“What?” She asks.

You then all watch as you all figure out that Pan switched bodies with Henry. You see as Emma and Henry hug each other and then a thought comes to mind.

“If Henry is in Pan’s body then that means Pan is in Henry’s body with Regina, in her crypt.” You tell them and then you all head to Regina’s crypt.

Rumple finally manages to get past Regina’s protection spell and you, Rumple and Snow walk in first. You all see Regina’s body on the floor and both you and Snow run to her. 

“Pan’s gone.” David says.

“We’re clear down here.” Emma yells to everyone outside.

“Regina wake up.” You say and Rumple goes over to her. He waves his hand over her and she stirs awake.

“What happened?” She asks as she wakes up and looks at all of you.

“It’s Henry, somehow Pan switched bodies with him.” Emma tells her.

“And I fell for it.” She says and you rub her back.

“We all did.” You tell her and she looks at you.

“I wanted to believe what he was saying so badly, I missed all the signs.” She says and you help her up. “I just wanted to believe that he still needed me to be his mother.” She adds.

“I still do.” You all hear and you turn to look at Henry in Pan’s body.

“Henry?” She asks and he walks forward and immediately hugs her.

You then all figure out that Pan took the curse that created Storybrooke and brought everyone here.

“Why would Pan even want the curse? I already cast it.” Regina says and she holds your hand.

“And I broke it.” Emma adds.

“Well that doesn’t mean that he can’t cast it again.” Rumple explains. “And this time, without your parent’s true love woven in, even you would be powerless to break it.” He tells Emma and you look at Regina. You watch as everyone chats more and you just focus on laying your head on Regina’s shoulder. 

After a few minutes you all step outside to try and figure everything out.

“The last curse was created to service the Queen’s wishes. This will be done per Pan’s desires. I would count on something hellish.”

“The curse was built to be unstoppable, there’s nothing that can be done.” Regina explains.

“Well it is possible to stop it.” Rumple says and you all look at him.

“What?” Regina says.

“By using the scroll itself.” He says. You watch them all talk about the curse and how Regina is going to break it. 

“The rest of us will go back to my shop, and prepare Henry for the spell.” You hear Rumble say.

You all are in Rumple’s shop as you wait for the other’s to return with the black fairy’s wand and you’re sitting beside Regina who’s sitting beside Henry.

“She’s back, the blue fairy. She gave us the wand.” David comes in saying.

“She’s alive?” You ask him and he nods.

“Do we need anything else?” Emma asks and you all look at Rumple. Rumple then gets the cuff out that they put on Regina and goes to Henry.

“It renders anyone with magic utterly powerless.” He explains and Regina looks at Hook.

“I haven’t forgotten about that, by the way.” She tells him. 

“I haven’t either.” You say and she wraps an arm around you. 

Rumple then explains to Henry what will happen when he does the spell to switch the bodies back.

“And you’ll be back in your own body.” He finishes with and gets up to go look at the book.

“And you hang on to that scroll.” Regina tells him. “And you come find us as fast as you can.” 

They get ready to cast the spell while you, Regina and Emma get up so Henry can lie down. Rumple does the spell on Henry and he falls asleep. He then begins moving uncontrollably.

“What’s happening?” Emma asks.

“Henry’s spirit is leaving Pan’s body.” Rumple explains and then his body stops moving.

“It worked.” Regina says with a smile.

“Let’s go find our son.” Emma says and you all leave the shop.

You all find Granny and you ask her to track Henry.

“I’ve got his scent, he’s nearby.” She suddenly says and you all follow her to the library.

“The tower?” Snow asks.

“Yeah.” Granny says and then you see Henry run out and he goes and immediately hugs both Emma and Regina. He then hands the scroll to Regina and she goes to do the plan but then you see a small purple blast and she faints.

“Regina!” Emma yells.

“Regina, wake up!” You yell and she opens her eyes.

“Y/n?” She asks and you nod and help her stand up. 

“What happened?” You ask her and she looks at Henry.

“I saw what needed to be done.” She says.

“Mom, are you going to be ok?” Henry asks and she bends down.

“The important thing is you will be.” She tells him gently and you look at her confused.

Then the scroll suddenly disappears from her hand. “No he won’t.” You hear and look to see Pan there walking towards you all.

“He has the-” Hook starts to say and then Pan freezes all of you.

You then all are witnesses to just stand and watch as Pan decides who to kill first. You then see Rumple come and talk to Pan, then he kills Pan with the dagger and then he and Pan disappear in a black smoke. 

You then all unfreeze and you see Belle drop to her knees as she starts crying. Regina then walks forward and picks up the scroll.

“Regina, are you ok?” Snow asks her.

“I’m fine.” She says and you immediately know she’s not.

“Regina, don’t let him die for nothing.” Neal says and you look at Regina.

“Regina.” You say, trying to get her attention as she seems frozen.

“What?” She asks.

“His curse remains, can you stop it?” Hook asks her.

Then all of a sudden Leroy comes running yelling. “It’s here! The curse! Its here! It’s coming from all sides.” He yells out.

“We can still stop it right?” You ask Regina and she still seems frozen. “Regina?” 

“Yes.” She says and then Emma seems to ask the important question.

“Well what’s the price? Gold said that there was a price. What’s our price?” Emma asks her and Regina finally turns around.

“It’s not our price.” She says. “It’s mine.” She adds and you look at her confused.

“What are you saying?” You ask her.

“It’s what I felt when I first held it. I have to say goodbye to the thing I love most.” She says and Emma looks at her.

“Is that Henry or Y/n?” She asks her.

“Henry.” She says and Henry steps forward. “I can never see him again. I have no choice, I have to undo what I started.” She says and she looks at you. You then all listen to them talk about what’s going to happen.

“You’ll go back to the Enchanted forest?” Emma asks.

“All of us, except Henry.” Regina explains. “He will stay here because he was born here.”

“Alone?” Emma asks, worried.

“No, you will take him.” Regina says.

Emma is in denial at first but then accepts that she has to go with Henry.

“I’ve known you for quite some time.” Regina says. “And at first all I wanted was for you to get the hell out of my life so I can be with my son, and make sure you don’t break the curse so Y/n won’t remember what I did to her.” She says and you look down before looking at her. “But really what I want, is for Henry to be happy.” She says, trying not to cry. “We have no choice, you have to go.” She tells Emma sternly.

You then all go to the town line and you look back to see the curse drawing near. You look to see the Charmings hug goodbye and Regina looks to see you worried.

“We’ll be ok as well.” She tells you.

“Will we remember what happened here or will we forget?” You ask her.

“We’ll remember, don’t worry, I won’t be the evil queen. Never again.” She says softly and you nod.

“Go say goodbye to your son.” You tell her and she turns around and says goodbye to Henry. She then explains what will happen when the curse is completed. You watch as she says goodbye to Henry again and then you go to stand next to her as she watches Henry get in the car. She then destroys the scroll and works her magic to change the curse and then you’re all enveloped in the curse.

You then black out and then you open your eyes again and then you’re suddenly in your bed in your old house. You look around and you’re confused as to what happened. You get up and change your clothes and then you go outside and see everyone just as confused as you. 

“Y/n.” You hear and you see Snow and David there.

“Hey, what…what the hell?” You ask as you see Snow looking incredibly pregnant. “You weren’t very pregnant when we left, you weren’t even pregnant.” You tell her.

“I know, we were just as surprised as you.” Snow says.

“It seems a year has gone by, do you remember anything?” David says and you think about it.

“The last thing I remember is we were all saying goodbye to Emma and Henry and Regina casted the curse and then I wake up in my old bed.” You explain to them.

“Same with us.” Snow says.

“Y/n!” You hear and turn around and see Regina running towards you. She catches up to where you are and immediately hugs you and you hug her back. 

“I randomly woke up in my bed and I was so worried.” She says and then looks at Snow and David. “What happened to you?” She asks Snow.

“It looks like a year has passed.” You tell her. “Do you remember anything?” You ask her and she shakes her head.

“The last thing I remember is casting the spell.” She says.

“Same with us.” You tell her.

“So how are we all here?” Snow asks.

“Someone must have casted another curse to re-create Storybrooke and send us all back, with wiped memories.” Regina says and you look at her.

“That’s a lot to process. I mean a whole year of our lives just wiped.” You say and she wraps an arm around you.

“We’ll find out what happened.” She tells you and gives you a kiss on the side of your head and then you nod. 

“For now, how about we all continue our lives in Storybrooke, I’ll let everyone know that as well.” David says and you all nod.

“Come on, let’s go home.” Regina tells you and you nod and follow her to her car.

“Actually can we go to my place and get some of my stuff that I’ll need at your place?” You ask her and she nods.

“Of course.” She says and she follows you to your house. “You lived here?” She asks as she sees your crappy apartment.

“Not everyone got to live in a mansion.” You say as you get your suitcase and pack up some things. She looks around your place with interest as you pack. 

“It doesn’t look well lived in.” She tells you and looks at you.

“Well from what I remember, Storybrooke me recently moved in here.” You explain and she nods. You then try and get another suitcase from the top shelf but you’re having difficulty. Regina then uses her magic to transfer it from the shelf to your bed. “My hero.” You tell her and she smiles. “I wonder what happened during the missing year.” You say to her and she shrugs.

“Nothing good if our memories are wiped and yet another curse happened.” She tells you. “Maybe it’s best our memories are wiped.” She says.

“You didn’t cast it right?” You ask and she looks at you in disbelief.

“If I casted it then I would still have my memories and I for sure know that I wouldn’t wipe yours. I would also tell you if I did.” She tells you and you nod. You finish packing up all your things that you need for a couple of weeks and she helps you bring it to her car and she drives you both back to her place. You get to her place and you both get comfortable on the couch. You lean on her and she wraps an arm around you.

“Do you think we did it during the missing year?” You ask.

“Did what?” 

“Had sex.” You ask her and she laughs.

“That’s the first thing you want to know? Your priorities are out of whack.” She says.

“It’s not the first thing but wouldn’t you want to remember our first time together after so long apart?” You ask her and she hums.

“I want to remember all of our moments together.” She tells you and you kiss her. She grabs the back of your head and deepens the kiss. You moan into the kiss but then she pulls back and you whine at the loss. “I want to go further but we won’t if you’re not ready.” She tells you and you look at her. 

“I’m not sure if I’m ready or not.” You tell her and she nods. 

“It’s ok, I’ll wait until you’re ready.” She tells you and you look into her eyes.

“Really?”

“I’ve already waited 30 years, I can wait a bit longer.” She tells you and you kiss her again.

“Do you know what I do want right now?” You ask and she looks at you. “Some food, I’m starving.” You tell her and she giggles before she stands up. 

“Let’s go to Granny’s then.” She says and you both head there. You walk in the place and you let out a breath. 

“Hey Granny.” You say as you walk up to the counter. 

“What can I get you two?” She asks.

“Two burgers with fries please.” You tell her and she nods before getting that ready. You then look back and you see Regina looked upset and you rub her arm. “Hey, what’s wrong?” You ask her.

“It’s Henry, I know it’s been a year but for me it’s like I just lost him.” She tells you and you give her a hug, she immediately gives you a hug back and you hear her sniffling. 

“I’m sure he’s ok, I’m positive him and Emma are having a happy life right now.” You tell her and she nods.

“Maybe.” She says and you wipe away a tear that falls. You then sit at the counter and talk to each other as you wait for your food to arrive. Your food arrives and then you immediately dig in and she giggles. “You’re eating like you haven’t eaten all day.” She says.

“For all we know, that could be what’s happened.” You tell her and she hums.

 “True.” She says and begins eating as well. 

After you’re both finished, Regina pays the bill and then you both leave and go back home. 

“I’m going to go unpack my things.” You tell her and she nods. 

“Want me to get some hot chocolate ready?” She asks and you nod.

“I’d love that, and maybe a movie as well.” You tell her and she nods.

“Sounds like a perfect night.” She says and you go unpack. Once you get back downstairs, Regina has the hot chocolates ready and the tv ready for a movie. “What do you want to watch?” She asks and you go to look at her movie collection.

“Why do you have everyone’s story as movies?” You ask her and she looks to see what you’re holding. “Snow White and the seven dwarfs? The Little Mermaid? Cinderella? And who’s this Disney?” You ask her and look at her.

“From what Henry and Emma told me, the world here views us as fairytales and they made movies about us with the movie company called Walt Disney” She explains to you.

“Let’s watch them.” You tell her with a smile.

“In the movies, they don’t tell what really happened or a lot of backstory. Just the true love story.” She tells you.

“I still want to watch it.” You say and she shrugs.

“Alright.” She says and you put in Snow White. You watch it and you get to the part where it shows the Evil Queen and you burst out laughing. “What’s so funny?” She asks.

“Nothing, just… you look much hotter than how they made her.” You tell her and she chuckles. “She has a loyal crow? That’s kinda like your father.” You tell her and she nods.

“He never stopped believing in me, never stopped seeing the good in me.” She tells you. 

“I know. He liked me by the way. We talked quite often.” You tell her and she looks at you. “And I have no doubt that he’d be proud of you right now. Seeing you happy is what he always wanted for you.” You tell her and she gets you to relax on her chest and she gives a kiss on the top of your head.

“You and my father were the only two things that stopped my heart from being fully black.” She tells you and you hum. 

You both continue watching the movie together and your eyelids are getting heavier. Once the credits start rolling you can’t stop them from closing and fall asleep on her chest. Regina notices as she stops the movie and then looks at you to see you fast asleep. She strokes your head and keeps you there for a few minutes before using her magic to bring you upstairs into bed and into your pjs. She goes upstairs and gets ready for bed before sliding in the bed beside you and falling asleep.

You wake up the next morning and you see Regina is still asleep beside you, so you carefully turn around and just stare at her face.

“What are you looking at?” She asks sleepily and opens her eyes all the way.

“I’m looking at you, thinking how beautiful you are.” You say and she smiles and grabs your hand.

“You think I’m beautiful but have you seen yourself? You’re the definition of perfection.” She says and you smile and look down, trying to hide your blush. She gets you to look up at her and she gives you a kiss. 

You grab the back of her head and deepen the kiss. You slide your hands down her body before putting them under her shirt and feeling her skin. Before you know it, she moves to go on top of you without breaking the kiss. She trails down to your neck and begins to leave kisses there.

Suddenly you get a flashback of her being the evil queen and you being in bed with her and she’s getting exactly what she wants from you, a pretty distraction.

“Stop! Get off!” You yell out and she pulls away but doesn’t move.

“What?”

“Get off me, please.” You tell her and she quickly gets off of you and looks at you. 

“What’s wrong?” She asks as she sees you upset.

“I thought I was ready but I’m not.” You say and she goes to sit beside you.

“It’s ok, I already said that I’m willing to wait.” She says and wraps an arm around you and you nod. “How about we go to Granny’s and have some breakfast there?” She asks you and you nod.

“I’d like that.” You say softly and she smiles.

“Then come on, let’s get ready and go.” She says and you both do just that. You walk into Granny’s and she tells you to go sit at a booth while she orders. She gives her order to Granny and she gets a coffee to sip on and she turns around to see where you’re at. 

You suddenly hear the sound of a cup breaking and you whip your head to see her staring at another table.

“Sorry, I hope I didn’t startle you.” She says and then Emma gets up and you widen your eyes. You watch Emma bringing her away and you look at the table she came from and see Henry there. David sees you looking at them and then Snow comes up to talk to you.

“Hey.” She tells you.

“How are Emma and Henry back? She told me that they wouldn’t remember us.” You ask.

“Apparently Hook paid her a visit and gave her a memory potion. But there wasn’t enough for Henry.” She tells you.

“Of course you get your daughter back but Regina can’t have her son.” You snap and she looks at you. “Sorry.” You say and she nods.

“It’s ok, I understand.” She tells you. You then get up and tell Granny that you’re getting your food to go and you’ll pay for the cup that Regina broke. A few minutes later you get handed your food and then you see Regina storming out of Granny’s. 

“Regina!” You yell out and run after her. “Regina, hey, slow down.” You say as you catch up to her.

“Leave me be Y/n, I want to just be alone right now.” She tells you and you grab her arm. “I said leave me alone! What part of that don’t you understand?” She yells at you.

“Snow told me what’s going on.”

“So you know why I want to be alone then.” She tells you sternly and begins to walk away again.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be alone right now.” You tell her and she keeps walking away. She hears you run after and she then disappears into smoke and you sigh. You then head home and eat your breakfast while you put hers in the fridge for whenever she returns.

You then get a text from Emma saying that she’s gathering everyone up at city hall to talk. You walk all the way to city hall and you take a seat near the front. You watch as everyone starts arguing and throwing blame around and Emma gets them to quiet down.

“Yes we believe that people are being abducted as they approach the town line.” She says and you don’t notice Regina walking in. Regina walks in and notices you sitting near the front and she stays at the back.

“So we’re trapped here, again?” Granny asks.

“It’s no different than last time.” Emma says softly.

“Last time we lost our memories, this time we get dragged into the woods.” Leroy says grumpily.

“Do you know who cursed us? And why they want us here?” Belle asks.

“I’m working on it. But it’s hard to figure out who cast a curse when no one remembers the last year.” Emma says and you sigh.

“Who? Isn’t it obvious?” Leroy says and you turn around to look at him.

“Do you remember something?” Emma asks him.

“Who cast the last curse?” He says and you scoff. “Who knows how to use it? Who’s the only one who ever did anything like this before?” He yells out and then looks at the back. “The Evil Queen!” He says and you see Regina there and everyone turns around to look at her.

“For once, I am just as clueless as the rest of you.” She tells everyone.

“You expect us to believe that?” You hear someone say.

“It’s the truth.” Regina says.

“This curse has your fingerprints all over it.” Granny says and you’ve had enough and stand up.

“If she says that she didn’t cast it then she didn’t cast it.” You tell everyone.

“She could be lying.” Granny tells you.

“She told me that she didn’t cast it and I believe her.” 

“Your feelings for her could be clouding your judgment.” Leroy says.

“And your hatred for her could be clouding yours.” You shoot back.

“Think about it, she still has her big house.” Granny says and Regina speaks up again.

“You think I care about my house? About my job? About any of these things?” She asks.

“Regina, please, just tell us the truth. We’ll understand.” Hopper says and you look at her.

“Speak for yourself.” Granny shoots at him.

“I am telling the truth.” Regina says. “If I had done this, there’s one thing I’d have right now. My son.” She says as she looks at Emma.

“Yeah, you’re not getting anywhere near him, until I get to the bottom of what’s going on here.” Emma says.

“Emma, what are you doing?” You ask her.

“We’ve been through this before, I’m innocent.” Regina tells her.

“Yes, that’s what you said before. But now I’m wondering if I believe you.”

“Emma, she’s innocent.” You tell her and you look to see everyone start crowding around her.

“Don’t come any closer.” She tells everyone.

“Regina.” Emma says and you move towards her but Emma holds you back.

“Do you remember who you’re dealing with?” You hear her say.

“Emma let go of me.” You tell her and she shakes her head.

“If you all want me to be the Evil Queen, then fine, that’s exactly who you’ll get.” She says and you look at her with wide eyes.

She then moves her hands and you feel the ground shaking beneath you and Emma holds onto you. You then see Regina disappear into a cloud of smoke. Emma then goes after Regina and you follow her out of the town hall.

“Why did you stop me? I could have helped her when everyone was against her.” You say angrily.

“Come with me.” She simply says.

“Why would I do that? You’re going to capture her.” You tell her and she looks around and walks up to you.

“I’m not going to capture her, we set this up.” She tells you. 

“What? Why?”

“Come on.” She says and you follow her to the mayor’s house. “An earthquake?” Emma asks her.

“I had to make a statement, and you’re fine.” She says and then you walk in.

“Now will you tell me what’s going on?” You ask them both.

“Y/n, Emma and I set this up to find out who really cursed us.” Regina tells you. “We’re going to try and recreate the memory potion that Hook gave Emma.”

“Why wouldn’t you just tell me this before?”

“Cause we had to make this believable and you’re a terrible liar.” Regina tells you as they get set up to try and recreate the potion.

“I’m not, I can lie. I’ve lied to you about a lot of things back before the first curse.” You tell her and she shakes her head.

“Y/n, honey, I love you but you couldn’t lie even if your life depended on it.” She tells you and you scoff. “Tell me I’m wrong.” She says with a smirk. 

“It would have been nice to know about this plan.” You say with a pout.

“You know now, but you can’t tell anyone.” She tells you and you nod. “By the way I knew every time you were lying to me before. I just pretended I didn’t.” She tells you and you gasp.

“And to make that little show at town hall believable, you had to defend her.” Emma tells you. “We knew that’s what you’d automatically do.” She adds and you look down and nod.

“It is nice to know that you’d try to defend me even if everyone is turning against me.” Regina tells you.

“Well why wouldn’t I? I know you’re telling the truth.” You tell her and she gives you a kiss.

“Good, now I’ll have to ask you to stand on the other side of the table.” 

“Why?”

“Cause if you were right beside me then I wouldn’t be able to concentrate properly.” She says and you smile and then go to stand on the other side. “And not in my direct eye line.” She adds and you move a few more steps. “Can I see it?” Regina asks Emma and she gives her a vial.

“What’s that?” You ask.

“A couple drops of the memory potion that Hook gave me. Do you think that’s enough?” Emma asks her.

“To use? No. To replicate? I think so.” She says.

“We can start waking people up.” Emma says.

“And figure out who cursed us.” You say and Emma nods.

“And I can make Henry remember me.” Regina says. “Thank you.” She tells Emma.

“For what? We haven’t done anything yet.”

“Besides Y/n, you saw how quickly everyone blamed me. But you, you believe I didn’t cast this curse.” Regina says. “I know that wasn’t easy for you.”

“Sure it was, I knew you were telling the truth.” Emma says and you just watch the interaction.

“Maybe this was some super complicated ingenious plan.” Regina finishes and you realise you blanked for a second.

“It wasn’t. My superpower may not be perfect but with you Regina, I always know when you’re lying.” Emma tells her. 

“I can tell as well.” You add and Regina looks between you both.

“This time you’re telling the truth, you didn’t do it.” Emma adds after you.

“Even though you know I can’t live without him.” Regina says.

“There you go, telling the truth again.” Emma says with a smile.

You sit back on a chair and just watch as Regina works on the potion and eventually Emma sits on the chair beside you and watches as well. Eventually Regina adds some powder to the last of the memory potion and mixes it together.

“Did it work?” You ask and she looks at you.

“There’s only one way to find out.” Regina says and swallows the potion. 

���Well do you remember?” Emma asks her and then Regina gets angry and throws the vial against the wall. You wince a bit due to the noise and sigh.

“I’m guessing it didn’t work.” You say to her.

“I must have missed an ingredient.” Regina says, annoyed.

“Should you try again?” You ask her.

“I already used up what was left of the potion Hook gave Emma. “There’s nothing left to replicate.” Regina says, frustrated. “I can’t live in this town if Henry doesn’t remember me. That’s worse than any curse I ever could have casted” She says and you get up. 

“Regina, we’ll find a way to get everyone to remember again, including Henry.” You tell her and she hides her face in your chest.

“How do you know that?” She asks.

“Because I believe in you.” You say and she glances up at you.

“What if we can still find the person who cursed the town?” Emma suddenly asks and you both look at her.

“Haven’t you been paying attention? I can’t make any more potion.” Regina says and you rub her back.

“You don’t have to make anything. We can still catch the person.” Emma says.

“How?” You ask her.

“We’ve been running a con by making this potion in secret, what if we’re running the wrong con?” Emma says to you both.

“What do you mean?” You ask her as Regina tries to calm down.”

“It’s an old bail bonds trick, you smoke out the perp by making them think you’re on to them.” She says and that gets Regina’s attention.

“How does that help us?” Regina asks.

“If the person who cast the curse thought we were about to make a memory potion…”

“They’d want to stop us.” Regina finishes.

“Yes. And then we set a trap for them when they do. We just need to get the word out that you’re close to making all this work.” Emma says and you look at her. 

“We know the perfect person to tell.” You tell her and Regina smiles.

You and Regina set a trap while Emma goes to tell Leroy. 

“Do you think this will work?” You ask her as she sets a spell on her office.

“I put a blood lock spell on it, and you know no one can break that.” She tells you with a smile. 

You then go to Emma’s car and the 3 of you wait in there, looking at the office window. You end up getting bored and just play a game on your phone while they keep watch.

“For a former maid, you have a short attention span.” Regina tells you.

“As your former maid I was constantly on the go. Your castle wasn’t exactly small.” You counter. “Plus I was your personal servant and you weren’t not demanding.” You add and she looks at you.

“I was out trying to destroy Snow White everyday.” She says.

“If that’s what you want to tell yourself then keep telling yourself that.” You tell her and she turns to Emma.

“So, do we just sit here and wait?” She asks her.

“Until the person who cast a curse makes a move on your office.” Emma says.

“Is this really what you do for a living?” Regina asks and Emma nods.

“Yeah, it’s called a stakeout.” Emma says.

“Sounds boring.” You say.

“I agree, I mean you don’t get bored?” Regina asks her.

“I don’t know. You find ways to pass the time. Eat. Talk. Mostly watch, which is what we should be doing.” Emma tells her.

“Does he have friends?” Regina suddenly asks Emma and you look up from your phone.

“Does who have friends?” Emma asks.

“She’s asking about Henry.” You tell Emma.

“Yeah, he has a lot of friends. No girlfriends yet, at least not that I know about.” Emma tells her.

“So, he’s happy?” Regina asks. “His life is good there?”

“Yeah, I almost didn’t come back because of that.”

“Then why did you?”

“Because he may not remember all this, but I do. And I know what he would say. A hero would come back.” Emma tells her.

“He would say that.” Regina says with a smile.

“Are you sure you don’t want to meet him? We can just tell him you’re an old friend, like Mary Margaret and David.” Emma offers.

“It would be too hard.” Regina says and you rub her back and she looks at you with a thankful smile.

“I can’t imagine…” Emma starts to say but then she stops. “We’ve got them.” Emma says and you all look at the office. You then get out of the car and run to the office. “You sure whoever’s in there can’t escape?” Emma asks her.

“I sealed the room with a blood lock. It can keep you out or it can keep you in.” Regina explains. “I know what I’m doing. Y/n stay behind us.” She tells you and you nod. Regina then unlocks the door and you all barge in. 

“There! Don’t move.” Emma yells.

“There’s nowhere for you to go.” Regina says and then they disappear in a cloud of green smoke.

“Didn’t you say you sealed it with a blood lock?” You ask Regina and she nods.

“Then how did they do that?” Emma asks her.

“No one can break through blood magic, no matter how powerful they are.” Regina says and she grabs your hand to bring you closer to her.

“Then who are we dealing with?” You ask them.

You all then head back to Emma’s car and then she drives you to her parents place. 

“Why are we here?” You ask her.

“Because it’s time Henry meets you.” Emma tells Regina.

“What?”

“He’s your son too, he should know you.” Emma tells Regina and you all make your way up to the apartment.

“Maybe this isn’t a good idea.” Regina says before they enter.

“It’s going to be fine, trust me.” Emma tells her.

“Do you want me to wait out here?” You ask Regina.

“No, I need you with me.” Regina tells you and then grabs your hand as you all walk in.

“Hey, how was your day?” Emma asks Henry.

“Good.” Henry says and you close the door. “Storybrooke is a weird place, but cool. Did you know there’s a library inside a clock tower?” Henry asks her.

“I do, I’ve been there before. Come on, I want you to meet a couple people.” Emma says and brings Henry to you both and you feel Regina tighten her hold on your hand. “This is Regina Mills and her girlfriend Y/n Y/l/n. Regina is the mayor of this town and she wanted to meet you.” Emma tells him.

“Is something wrong?” Henry asks Emma.

“No, no, nothing’s wrong. Your mother just told me a lot about you. I hear you like school and that you’re good at English.” Regina says and you grab her hand with your other hand.

“Um yeah. Why’d she tell you all this?” Henry asks her.

“Because she couldn’t be prouder of you.” Regina says and then she’s at a loss for words so you speak up.

“While you’re in town maybe we can give you a tour sometime.” You tell him. “We can show you around.” You offer and Regina nods.

“Maybe even stop for ice cream.” Regina adds and Henry smiles.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” Henry says. “So um, it was nice meeting you both.” Henry adds and you see Regina go to hug him but he holds a hand out to shake. She then freezes but then takes off a glove and shakes his hand and you do the same. Henry then goes and grabs his phone and goes to sit on the couch.

“How was that? You ok?” Emma asks Regina and you rub her back as she nods.

“It was a start.” She says and then David and Hook walk in, looking stressed. 

“We need to talk.” David says and then Emma ushers all of you outside into the hall.

“They’re being turned into flying monkeys?” Snow asks.

“Yes, he took on simian form, with the added bonus of wings.” Hook says and Regina wraps an arm around you.

“Do you think that’s what happened to the missing dwarfs?” Snow asks.

“It would explain why we haven’t found any trace of them.” David says.

“And Neal?” Emma asks.

“No sign of him either. So yeah, it’s possible.” David tells her.

“Hang on, this is starting to sound really familiar.” You say and everyone looks at you. “Back in the enchanted forest before I worked for Regina, I heard of a place of a green witch who had flying monkeys who served her.” 

“You’re thinking the Wicked Witch of the West?” Regina asks and you nod. 

“The one who broke into your office disappeared into a cloud of green smoke. How many witches do you know use green smoke?” You ask her and she thinks about it. 

“I think we know who cursed us.” Regina says after a couple seconds.

“Seriously? She’s real, too?” Emma asks in disbelief.

“You’re the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming.” You remind her.

“I don’t get it, it’s not like we’re in Kansas. Why would the Wicked Witch of the West want to come to Storybrooke?” Emma asks and you all take a few seconds to think.

“Who knows, but it can’t be good.” Regina says. “We should head home.” Regina tells you and you wrap an arm around her and then you both disappear in purple smoke before reappearing in the mansion.

“The Wicked Witch of the West is in Storybrooke, I heard she’s powerful.” You say and Regina instantly casts a spell on the mansion. “What are you doing?” You ask her.

“A protection spell. In case she decides to pay either of us a visit, she won’t be able to. Only the two of us can enter and exit here.” She says and you nod.

“That’s a good idea. I’m going to get ready for bed, it’s been a long day.” You tell her and she nods and follows you. You both get ready for bed and then fall asleep.

“Y/n?” She says and you open your eyes to see Regina staring at you. 

“What?” 

“Emma is asking us to go over to Snow and David’s place to figure this out more.” She tells you and you yawn before nodding your head. 

“Will there ever be a day where there’s not a threat?” You ask as you get up.

“You're teamed with the heroes and villains, no days off.” She tells you with a smile. “Besides you once mentioned you wanted adventure.” She adds.

“Yes, that’s when I was just a maid and was only reading about them in books.” You tell her as you pick out some clothes to wear.

“Well now you’re living your own story.” She says and wraps her arms around you from behind and gives you a kiss on the cheek.

“And it kinda sucks.” You say as you lean into her touch and she chuckles. 

“Come on, get dressed and I'll make breakfast that you can eat in the car.” She says and gently smacks your ass and you gasp in disbelief.

“Sneaky.” You tell her and she winks at you before going downstairs. 

You eat the breakfast she made you on the way to Snow and David’s place and you finish before you get there. You walk up and knock on the door.

“Oh good, you’re both here.” Emma says and she lets you in. You then all stand around the kitchen counter as you talk about it.

“So now that we know who we’re dealing with, how do we find this Wicked Witch?” David asks and you all think about it.

“Maybe start with asking if anyone has seen a woman with green skin?” Hook suggests.

“We’re cursed, in Storybrooke. She’ll look like any of us.” Regina says.

“Then we start somewhere we know she’s been.” Emma says. “Regina’s office.”

“I went over it with a fine-toothed comb, she left no trace.” She says.

“But you were combing for magic, maybe there’s physical evidence that you missed.

“Maybe we can track her.” David says.

“If you want to waste your time playing Nancy Drew, be my guest, but we can’t let Henry wander around alone with that witch and her flying monkeys out there.” Regina says.

“That’s a good point, Henry has no memory of anything about magic. He needs protection.” You say.

“Are you two volunteering?” Emma asks you.

“Regina, do you want to hang out with him alone?” You ask her.

“Are you kidding? You’re coming, I need to protect both of you.” She says and grabs your hand. “If you find anything, call me.” She tells Emma.

“Just remember, he thinks we’re here because I’m on a case.” Emma tells you both.

“Well, look who’s gotten good at lying.” Regina says with a smile.

“I just don’t want anyone to slip up.” Emma says and then looks at you.

“I’m not good at lying but I don’t gossip.” You tell her and she nods.

“As far as Henry knows, you’re just madam mayor and that’s it.” Emma says and Regina nods.

“I’m well aware of how Henry sees me.” Regina says and then you both leave. 

You both pick up Henry by saying you’re going on a tour and then you stop at the clock tower first and get out of the car. You then all stop for ice cream and Regina orders for all of you. You then all take a walk down by the lake. 

“How’s the ice cream?” Regina asks him.

“Delicious, my mom used to take me for gelato in Little Italy.” He says and Regina smiles. “But this is just as good.” He says.

“Well Storybrooke’s got its own charms.” Regina says.

“It does?” You ask her and she covers your mouth quickly and then turns back to Henry after she takes her hand off your mouth.

“Though I know it must seem quaint compared to the big city.” Regina tells him.

“It’s nice actually. New York’s great bit there are so many people that it can make you feel…”

“Alone?” Regina asks.

“Yeah.”

“That’s the best part of a small town. Everybody knows everybody.” Regina tells him and you nod. “It’s like… it’s like a big family.” She tells him.

“Do you have family here?” Henry asks you and you shake your head.

“My family died quite a while ago and then I moved here.” You tell him. “Started working for Regina and we fell in love.” You tell him and he nods.

“Can I tell you both something?” He asks.

“Sure?” Regina tells him.

“I don’t think it was just the case that brought my mom to Storybrooke.”

“What do you mean?” Regina asks.

“I think she wanted to get out of New York for a while.” He tells her.

“Why do you think that?” You ask him.

“My mom’s boyfriend, his name was Walsh. He proposed to her and two days later, she’s taking me out of school for some job in Maine.” He tells you both. “She wouldn’t take a job in Queens if it meant I’d miss school.”

“What do you think happened?” Regina asks.

“I don’t know. But I doubt we’d be here if she said yes.” He says and you nod.

“How do you feel about it? Did you like him, this Walsh?” She asks.

“I liked how happy he made her. Plus, it might be nice having more than two place settings during the holidays.” He says and you immediately grab Regina’s hand.

“I think one day you’ll have more family than you’ll know what to do with.” She tells him with a smile.

“You think so?” He asks her and she nods.

“I really do.” She tells him and then you all continue walking by the river.

“Maybe we should find somewhere warm soon.” You say and she wraps an arm around you.

“You have worn a skirt or a short dress in winter before, this shouldn’t bother you.” She tells you.

“And we were outside for like 5 seconds, this isn’t 5 seconds.” You tell her and she rolls your eyes.

“You’ll survive.” She tells you with a shake of her head.

“What if I don’t? What if I turn into a popsicle?” 

“Then at least you’ll stop complaining about the cold.” She tells you and you scoff.

“You’re so loving.” You say and then she sees you shiver.

“Fine, we’ll head inside somewhere so my shivering girlfriend can warm up.” She says. 

20 minutes later you all head inside Granny’s and she gets a call. 

“I’ll be right back.” She tells you both and you nod.

“So how is it dating the mayor?” Henry asks you and you think about it.

“I like it but it comes with challenges obviously. Like a lot of times she’s under stress and pressure with work that she has to do. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything.” You tell him and he nods. “What do you think of Regina? You can tell me even if it’s something bad. She can be a lot at first sometimes.”

“I like her, she’s nice.” He says and you smile.

“Hey Y/n, sorry but I gotta go. Do you mind driving Henry back home?” She asks you and you nod.

“Ya of course.” You tell her and she hands you the keys. 

“It was great getting to know you Henry.” She tells him.

“Ya it was.” He tells her.

“I would love to do it again sometime.” She says and he nods.

“I’d like that.” He tells her and she nods before giving you a kiss and she leaves.

“Ready to go home or do you want to go somewhere first?” You ask him.

“Can we eat first? Haven’t had anything except the ice cream.” He tells you and you nod.

“Of course, what are you in the mood for?” You ask him as he looks at the menu. You both order when Granny comes to see you both and then she goes to get it ready.

“So how long have you and Regina been going out?” He asks you.

“We started dating a little over a year ago but I’ve been working for her for 5 years as her assistant.” You tell him.

“Do you still work for her?”

“Yeah, although I’m more the girlfriend than her assistant now, or I guess both in a way.” You tell him.

“If you’re her assistant then wouldn’t you have needed to go with her? Wherever she went?” He asks you.

“It depends what it is. I guess this time she didn’t.” You tell him and he nods. “So how’s school?” You ask him and then you get him talking about his life until you drop him off an hour later. 

You get home and Regina is already there and she walks up to you.

“Where have you been?” She asks.

“Henry and I ate at Granny’s and we talked until I dropped him off back home.” You tell her and hand her the keys to the car.

“You didn’t give anything away right?” She asks and you shake your head.

“No, the secret is still safe. He’s a great kid though.” You tell her and she smiles.

“He always was.” 

“Well I never really got to know him due to all the events and me avoiding you.” You tell her and she nods. “So did I miss anything?” You ask her.

“Well a couple things. The Wicked Witch got David’s courage and Rumple is alive.” She tells you.

“What? But we all saw him die.” 

“No, we all saw him disappear. It doesn’t mean he can’t be brought back as he’s the dark one.” She tells you and you nod.

“So what now?” You ask her.

“Now, I spend the evening with my wonderful girlfriend before we have to get up early tomorrow morning to meet at Granny’s before she opens.” She tells you and you giggle.

“And how should we spend the evening? Making out on the couch?” You say and she raises her eyebrows.

“Well I wouldn’t say no to that.” She tells you and wraps her arms around your waist and you laugh before she kisses you. 

You both spend the evening making out or cuddling on the couch while watching something and then going to bed a little earlier.

Her alarm goes off and wakes you while you’re in the middle of a good dream and you wake her up by hitting her in the face with a pillow.

“Ow!” She says and looks at you. “What was that for?” She asks.

“Turn that damn thing off!” You tell her. “I was having a good dream and it interrupted.” You tell her annoyed and she turns it off before looking at you.

“Oh ya? What was the dream about? Was it about a queen and her girlfriend?” She asks and you look at her.

“Maybe.” You say and she gives you a kiss before getting up.

“Come on, we gotta be at Granny’s in 30 minutes.” She says and you groan before getting up.

“One morning can we just sleep in?” You ask her as she throws an outfit at you.

“Maybe, who knows.” She says. “Now get dressed.” She says and goes to the bathroom.

You get to Granny’s and you immediately sit at a table and lay your head on a table and everyone looks at you.

“Aren’t you already used to early mornings?” Regina asks you and Granny gives you both a coffee.

“Thanks.” You tell her and then look at Regina. “Working for you didn’t start this early.” You tell her as she takes a sip of her coffee and then Emma comes in.

“Any sign of our quarry?” Hook asks her.

“I went all over that farmhouse and the land around it. Nothing.” Emma says.

“Now that the sun’s up, we should hit every place Gold might go. His house, shop, his cabin.” David says and you put your head up.

“Cause dead men love vacation homes. Can someone explain to me how this is even possible? We all saw Gold he…”

“Disappeared into nothingness. I know.” Snow says.

“So how do you guys all know he’s alive if you didn’t see a body?” You ask them.

“We saw straw being spun into gold.” David tells you.

“What and out of all the magical beings, he’s the only one that can do that or the only one you know who can do that?” You ask and they all look at Regina.

“I don’t know anyone else who does that.” She tells you.

“But there’s many magical beings that was in the enchanted forest. I should know as many of them feared you, tried to kill you or kidnapped me. More than once.” You say.

“I might have an inkling.” Hooks suddenly says and you all look at him. “Back when we were in the enchanted forest, Neal was talking about the possibility of getting his father back.”

“What? How?” David asks.

“He didn’t know how, he just… he missed his family.” Hook says and you sip your coffee.

“With all due respect.” Regina cuts in as everyone gets off track. “We have bigger issues right now than who brought Gold back. The fact that he was in the Wicked Witch’s basement, for one. I wanna know what the hell she was cooking up with him.” 

“That’s a good point.” You say as you take a straw, put it in your coffee and sip your coffee that way and Regina looks at you.

“And I thought I was the weird one in the relationship.” She says and you look at her.

“What?” 

“Drinking coffee with a straw?” She asks and you nod. “Were you always this weird or did I just not notice?” She asks.

“Both. I was a bit weird in the enchanted forest but you hardly noticed me.” You tell her and she nods.

“I’m gonna head to the farmhouse, Y/n, do you want to come with me?” She asks and you nod then sip the last of your coffee. “It’s possible this witch left behind some trace of potion or special ingredient.” She tells Emma.

“Have at it. Just be careful.” Emma tells her.

“Well she’s the one who needs to be careful. She invaded my space. And when I return the favour, I’m not pulling any punches.” She says and then looks at you. “Come on straw sucker.” She says and you get up and look at her.

“I’m pretty sure that’s a hooker name.” You tell her and she laughs as you both exit the diner.

“You have to admit, they make a cute couple.” Snow says and Emma nods.

“Y/n is the only thing grounding Regina right now and keeping her happy.” Emma says and then they get back to talking about Gold. 

A little while later you and Regina are walking around the house and then you hear a twig crack and you both turn around.

“Show yourself, you winged freak.” She says and then a man comes out of nowhere and shoots an arrow at you. Regina catches it before it touches you and you widen your eyes as it was just millimetres from your face.

“Apologies ladies. I thought you were the Wicked Witch.” He says and you look at him. 

“And I thought you were a flying monkey.” Regina says.

“I do hope my mistake hasn’t cost me my head, Your Majesty.”

“So you know who I am?” She asks and he nods.

“Your reputation in the enchanted forest precedes you.” He tells her and then looks at you. “And who are you?”

“My name is Y/n, I was her maid in the enchanted forest.” You tell him and he nods.

“I didn’t catch your name.” Regina tells him.

“Robin of Lockley, at your service.” He says and goes to shake her hand

“Robin Hood.” You mutter and she drops the arrow in his hand.

“The thief?” She says.

“Well, as we’re tossing labels around, aren’t you technically known as the Evil Queen?” He asks and she looks at him.

“I prefer Regina.” She tells him sternly and you look between them. “You think you can bring down the Wicked Witch with sticks?” She asks him.

“Well I’m certainly going to try.” 

“I’m afraid we’re too late. She’s long gone.” She tells him.

“Well, perhaps she left a trail.” He says as he looks at the house.

“I was hoping the same thing.” She says.

“So maybe we can go and check out inside the house.” You say and you start to walk towards the house.

“Well you ladies got yourselves a partner.” He tells Regina.

“I don’t remember asking for one.” She says as she starts to walk towards the house.

“You didn’t.”

“Just don’t get in our way.” 

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He tells her.

“Have we met before?” 

“I doubt I’d ever forget meeting you.” He tells her. “Unless, of course, it was during that pesky year no one can recall. All the more reason to find the witch.” He says and catches up to you as you were waiting for them. “Shall we?” He says to you and you nod before going to the house with him.

You three start looking around the house for any type of clues. You’re in the dining room while those 2 are in the kitchen. You hear them talking and you go closer to the kitchen but stay out of sight so you can listen in.

“You know, I’ve heard many stories about the great and terrible Evil Queen. But from this angle the “evil” moniker seems somewhat of an overstatement. Bold and audacious, perhaps, but not evil.” He says and steps closer to her as she turns around.

“The name served me well. Fear is quite an effective tool.” She tells him and he walks even closer to her and you pop your head a bit to see them. You see him reach behind her and grabs a bottle.

“What about this? Is this magical?” He asks her and she looks at it and then back at him.

“Not exactly. But it is a liquid that can conjure courage, give strength or even act as a love potion of sorts. It’s called whiskey, and no, it’s not magical, especially the next day.” She says to him and he grabs two glasses. “You wanna have a drink? Now?” She asks and you quietly leave the house and walk away. 

Robin is offering a drink and then she realises that she hasn’t heard movement in the house from you for a little bit.

“Y/n?” She calls out and she doesn’t get a response from you. “Y/n?!?” She calls out louder and looks around the house for you. “Y/n!!” She tries again.

“I think the girl you’re looking for is currently walking away.” Robin tells her as they're on the second floor and points to you off in the distance. 

“Oh for god sake, I’m gonna give her a piece of my mind.” She says and goes downstairs and Robin follows her. 

“You two are close aren’t you?” He asks her and she exits the house and begins walking quickly to catch up with you.

“She’s my girlfriend so yes.” She says.

“Oh, you have a girlfriend?” He asks and she nods. “I guess my flirting wasn’t going to get anywhere then.” He tells her and she stops and looks at him.

“You were flirting with me?” She asks.

“Of course, but I guess you aren’t interested.” He tells her and she goes back to walking after you. 

“Why did she leave?” She asks out loud.

“Maybe she saw me flirting with you.” He says and she stops and puts her head in her hands. She then looks up and sees you too far away to catch up with you on foot. 

“I have to fix this.” She says and then disappears in a cloud of smoke and Robin sees her appear right in front of you.

“Regina!” You scream out as she just scared the crap out of you.

“Why did you leave?” She asks and you go to continue walking away but she follows you.

“Didn’t want to be a third wheel with your new boyfriend.” You tell her and she grabs your arm but you pull it away.

“I have no interest in him.” She tells you and you look at her.

“Really? Cause he was obviously flirting with you and you did nothing to stop him.” You tell her and she sighs.

“I had no idea he was flirting.” She says.

“Are you fucking blind? He was right in your face.” You tell her.

“I thought he just had a problem with personal space or something.” She tells you.

“What happened to the woman who didn’t let anyone in her personal space?” You ask her.

“I’m not her anymore and you know that.” She says to you. “I’m not the evil queen anymore. You know that better than anyone.” She adds and you sigh.

“Whatever, I’m going home. You can finish searching the house without me.” You tell her.

“Great, we can talk again at home when we’re both calmer.”

“Oh I’m not going to your home, I’m going to mine, my apartment.” You tell her and she gasps in disbelief.

“You’re moving out?”

“No, I just want some space from you!” You yell at her and then you see Robin making his way over. “Just leave me alone!” You snap at her and then walk away, leaving her hurt. Robin catches up to Regina and she looks upset.

“Are you ok?” He asks her and she throws a fireball at a tree. “I’ll take that as a no.” He adds and then she disappears in a cloud of purple smoke. 

Regina watches you get home safely from a distance and a tear falls down her face. She then goes home and throws a vase at the wall and watches it shatter in a bunch of pieces and she goes to her knees.

A couple days later you’re both at Neal’s funeral and you don’t stand next to each other and a couple people definitely notice some tension. 

Snow comes up to you after the funeral as she notices Regina keeps looking at you with an upset expression.

“Is everything ok between you and Regina?” Snow asks you and you stay silent. “What happened?” She asks.

“Robin Hood was flirting with her and she didn’t stop him. She claims that she didn’t know he was even though it was obvious.” You tell her.

“She might not have actually known. She was never good at reading people.” Snow tells you and you look at Regina who quickly looks away from you. “She would never do anything to betray your trust, she spent too much time wishing she could fix her mistake and gaining your trust again.” She adds and you look at her and sigh. “You’re the only good thing in her life right now, do you think she would purposely sabotage that?” She tries a different approach.

“How were you able to get past her being the Evil Queen when she spent so much time trying to destroy and kill you?” You ask her and she takes a deep breath.

“Well, I always knew she was a good person as I knew her before she was a queen. So now that I see that good person returning, I’m happy for her as she’s trying to make up for all the wrong doings she did in the past and letting love back in her life again.” She says and you think about it.

“She really has changed, hasn’t she?” You ask her and she nods.

“You and I know it the best.” She tells you and you go over to Regina. You reach her and she just looks at you to see what you’re going to do. You then grab her jacket to push her towards you and you kiss her. Regina doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back right away. You then pull away and wrap her in a hug. Regina looks at Snow as she saw you two talking and she mouths ‘thank you’ to her. Snow smiles at her and nods.

You then all head to the wake at Granny’s and you’re eating some food on a stool while Regina is rubbing your back.

All of a sudden the door opens to someone you’ve never seen before. “My condolences.” She says and you can tell by everyone’s faces that she’s the Wicked Witch. “I’m so sorry I missed the funeral. I could never pass up a wake. Oh did I miss the speeches? Shall I make one?” She asks and Regina walks in front of you. “I mean, I am, after all, responsible.” She says with a smile and you see Emma going to lunge at her.

“Emma, no. Too many people will get hurt.” Snow tells her.

“Listen to your mother, she’s right.” She tells Emma.

“Regina, who’s that?” You whisper to her.

“The Wicked Witch, Zelena.” She tells you.

“Anyone who tries to interfere with my plan is gonna have to deal with the Dark One.” Zelena says and looks at the Charmings.

“Don’t come any closer.” David says and puts a hand over Snow’s stomach.

“Don’t worry. I’m not here for your baby. Not today, anyway.” She says.

“Then why are you here?” Regina says and Zelena looks at her.

“Now that my cover’s blown, I can finally pay a visit to my little sister.” She says and walks closer to Regina. Regina instinctively pulls you to go right behind her and Zelena smiles at the action.

“Who the hell are you talking about?” Regina asks her.

“Why you, of course, Regina.” She tells her and Regina looks at her confused.

“I’m an only child.” Regina tells her.

“Cora lied to you, Regina. I’m your sister. Half, if you want to get technical.” 

“Why should I believe anything you say?” Regina asks her and you peek your head around Regina to see Zelena.

“Oh, well, you shouldn’t. It’s a lot to swallow. Which is why I’ve brought a gift to help.” Zelena says and looks at you. 

“I don’t want a gift from you.” Regina says and gets you to go back behind her.

“Oh, but you shall have it. You see, my gift to you is this sad, sad day. Use it to dig into our past, Regina.” Zelena tells her and gets closer to her and Regina gets ready to attack if she needs to protect you. “You need to learn the truth and you must believe it. And then meet me on Main Street tonight. Say, sundown.” 

“And then what?” 

“Then I’ll destroy you.”

“This isn’t the Wild West.” Regina tells her.

“No, dear, it’s the Wicked West.” She says and then turns around. “And I want everyone to be there to see the Evil Queen lose.” She says and you peek your head around again.

“I don’t lose.” Regina says confidently and Zelena chuckles.

“Neither do I. One of us is about to make history. See you tonight, sis.” She says and then looks at you. “Might want to keep your girl close or someone can steal her away from you.” Zelena says and Regina grabs your arm.

“You’re not taking her.” Regina tells her and Zelena smiles.

“We’ll see.” She says and then she giggles as she leaves.

Regina then sits down and you go to sit beside her as everyone comes to gather around her.

“And Cora never said anything about her?” David asks her as you all questions her.

“I think I would remember if my mother told me she had a love child with a scarecrow.” She says and you sigh.

“It doesn’t matter if Zelena is your sister or not, she wants you dead. Any idea why?” Emma asks.

“I never even met her before today.” She says and you grab her hand.

“Doesn’t mean you didn’t do something to piss her off.” Emma says.

“You did manage to step on a lot of toes back in our world.” Tink adds.

“Well none of them were green.”

“Then there’s the missing year. Maybe you did something to her then.” Granny says.

“Stick to the lasagna, lady.” Regina says.

“Regina.” You warn her and she takes a deep breath.

“It’s starting to sound an awful lot like you’re all on her side.” Regina tells everyone and then grabs her coat.

“Where are you going?” You ask her.

“To find out exactly what this witch thinks I did to her. Are you coming or staying Y/n?” She asks you and you get up and follow her out.

You, Regina and Snow all go to the crypt as Regina goes through some things of her mom’s.

“Regina, is she telling the truth?” Snow asks.

“I don’t know. I haven’t found anything yet.” Regina tells her.

“Are you sure that Cora didn’t booby-trap her stuff? I mean I don’t think that a sleeping curse would be good for the baby.” Snow says and you look at her.

“If Cora enchanted some protection on her things then a sleeping curse would be the least of your problems, as you’d be dead.” You tell her and she looks at you then back at Regina.

“She’s right.” Regina says and then picks up a letter and opens it.

“David, Belle and Tink are locking down Main Street just in case this fight actually happens.” Emma says and you see Regina reading the letter.

“Regina, did you find something?” You ask her.

“A letter.” She says.

“What’s it say?” Emma asks.

“Zelena is my sister.” She says and then closes the letter.

“Regina what does-” You start to ask but she interrupts.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it. It’s my fight, I’ve got it handled.” She says as she closes the chest and then walks away.

“Regina!” You say as you run after her.

“Stay out of this Y/n.” She says and she keeps walking further into the forest and you run to go in front of her and she stops and looks at you.

“Please talk to me.” You tell her and she goes to sit on a log and you sit beside her. She takes a deep breath and then hands the note to you. You then open it up and read it. “Cora, dear, I finally got my hands on your firstborn. Never thought I’d find her, did you? Now I know why. She’s the most powerful sorceress I’ver ever encountered. Even more powerful than you. Stunning in every way.” You finish reading and you look at her.

“I’ve read that letter so many times, read it when I needed comfort or a boost, thinking that it was about me.” She tells you. “But Rumplestilskin was talking about Zelena.” She tells you. “He thinks she’s more powerful than I am. Which means there’s no way I can win this fight.” She tells you and you take a deep breath.

“You can win this fight, cause you have something to fight for.” You tell her and she looks at you.

“What do I have to fight for?” She asks.

“Well one of them is trying to comfort you right now.” You say and she puts her head on your shoulder. “And you have Henry who will remember you at some point, and you have a family here. She’s all alone, all she has is her anger.” You tell her and she hums.

“I need to do something before the fight starts.” She says and then she gets up. “Don’t follow me.” She says and then she disappears into the woods.

You go and meet everyone on Main Street as sundown is here and you don’t see Regina.

“Y/n, where’s Regina?” Emma asks you.

“I don’t know, I haven’t seen her for a couple of hours.” You tell her and she goes back to her parents.

“Now listen up, we need you to get back to your homes…” David begins to say.

“No one’s going anywhere.” Zelena says and you all turn to look at her. “This show needs an audience.” She says and walks towards all of you. “Out of my way, munchkin.”

“I’m a dwarf.”

“That’s even worse.” She says and you to stand next to Emma and Zelena looks at you

“Where is she, hmm? Don’t tell me, she’s a coward. Well this isn’t good, for any of you. If my sister’s not here in five minutes, I’m going to let the Dark One off his leash.” She says and you look at Emma.

“What do we do?” You ask her and she’s at a loss for words.

Five minutes later, Zelena looks at the clock tower. 

“Time’s up. Who do you want to kill first, Rumple?” She asks him.

“He’s not killing anyone.” Emma says as she steps forward. “If you want to fight someone, Zelena, fight me.”

“Sorry, dear, I don’t dance with amateurs.”

“I’m not an amateur, I’m the saviour.” She says with way too much confidence.

“Appears someone’s got an inflated sense of self worth.” Zelena tells her and then get Rumple to send her flying into two people. Zelena then looks at you and smiles. “What about you? My sister isn’t keeping you close to her, big mistake.” She says and she gets Rumple to start squeezing your throat with magic.

“Let her go!” You hear and you all look to see Regina there. She gets Rumple to stop choking you and looks at her sister with a smile. “Didn’t anyone tell you? Black is my colour.” Regina says.

“But it looks so much better on me.” Zelena says and you watch as they have a little chat and then Zelena sends Regina flying into a car. Regina immediately gets up and conjures a fireball. Zelena immediately makes it disappear and you start to fear for Regina’s life. Especially when she picks Regina up by her throat with magic and then sends her flying into the clock tower.

“Regina!” You scream out and then you run to the clock tower. You enter the clock tower and you hear the conversation.

“Our mother taught me one thing, never bring your heart to a witch fight. Something you’d know if she hadn’t abandoned you.” You hear her say and you have to admit that’s a great insult.

“You haven’t won, Regina. I will get your heart! I will get everything you ever had!” She yells out and then summons a broom.

“Not today.” Regina tells her and Zelena flies away on a broom and you immediately run to her and everyone catches up and you figure out Zelena is planning something and needs Regina’s heart.

“Where is your heart?” You ask her and she transports you both into the woods and Robin comes out. “You left it with him?” You ask her and she nods.

“Is it still here?” She asks him and he gets it and hands it to her. “Actually, can I keep it here for a bit?” She asks him and he accepts the responsibility.

“Y/n, I hope I didn’t cause much trouble between you and Regina, she truly loves you.” Robin tells you and you nod.

“Just know if you flirt with her again then I’ll rip your heart out myself… with a knife.” You tell him and he nods.

“Fair enough.” He says to you and Regina looks at you impressed.

“Shall I bring you to my place or your place?” She asks you. 

“Your place, bring us home.” You tell her and she transports you to the mansion. She then checks you over and you look at her. “What are you looking for?” You ask her and she does a scan of your body with her magic.

“She started choking you with magic, want to make sure you’re ok.” She tells you and you look at her.

“I’m ok.” You tell her. “You protected me.” 

“I don't know what I’d do without you. These past two days were so bad without you.” She says and you kiss her. You then push her right up against you and deepen the kiss.

“Bring us upstairs.” You tell her and she wastes no time in transporting you both to the bedroom. You both get on the bed, with her on top and she gently pushes you back onto your back and you keep kissing her. You put your hands under her shirt and you push it off of her and you pull back to get a good look at her after a few years, at least for you. “I’m giving you full control.” You tell her and she tilts her head.

“Are you sure?” She asks and you nod.

“I love you.” You tell her and she smiles at you.

“I love you too.” She says and then kisses you. She then trails down to your neck and makes sure to leave hickeys there, marking what’s hers. She then moves her hands down to the hem of your shirt and slowly pulls it off of you, giving you time to back away. You don’t and she takes your shirt off and she looks at you without a shirt on after many years of watching you from afar, wanting you again. She then reaches behind you and expertly unclips your bra and she flings it across the room. “Still as beautiful as ever.” She says and you smile at her.

“Let me see you.” You tell her and she snaps her fingers and her bra and pants are gone and she’s left in just her underwear. “You look beautiful.” You tell her and she runs her hands down your stomach.

“So are you.” She tells you and you smile. She then cups your boobs and you let out a moan. “Tell me something, the last time you had sex, was it in the enchanted forest with the Evil Queen?” She asks and you nod. She then bends down and hovers her mouth over a nipple. “So you’re tightly wound up then.” She tells you and you whine. She then smirks at you and then wraps her mouth around your nipple and you gasp out. 

You feel her sucking, licking and leaving a small nip and you almost forgot how good she was with her mouth. You feel her run her hands all over your stomach as she switches nipples, always touching you in a way. 

“Regina, please.” You gasp out as you feel her tongue circling around your nipple.

“What is it? What do you need?” She asks, already knowing the answer.

“I need you.” You say and she tilts her head.

“I’m already here.” She says and you whine. “Whining isn’t gonna get you what you want. Not this time.” She tells you and then leaves a trail of kisses down your stomach.

“I need you inside me.” You say and she smiles. 

“Why didn’t you just say so?” She tells you and then snaps her fingers and your pants and underwear are both gone. She looks at you without any clothes on and she hums, you’re just as beautiful as she remembers. “I’ve been wanting you to be mine, completely, for a long time.” She says and you put your hands on the back of her head and you pull her down for a kiss. While you two are kissing, she runs a hand down to your entrance and feels how wet you are. “You are just soaking for me.” She says softly with a smile and then goes back to kissing you. While kissing you she slides a finger in your entrance and you moan into the kiss. She feels inside of you again and she can’t help but moan into the kiss as well. 

She slides a second finger inside of you and then starts pumping, pulling out gasps and moans from you. She pulls away from the kiss and kisses your neck so she can hear all the noises you make for her. Suddenly you feel your orgasm start to build and you start moving your hips so she puts her weight on you to pin your hips down. 

“Are you close?” She asks and you nod. She then starts going faster and you start seeing stars.

“Oh god oh god oh god!” You pant out and you close your eyes as you’re right at the edge. You wrap your arms around her waist and dig your nails into her as you come. She removes her fingers from inside you and licks them clean. She scratches your scalp as she gives you time to calm down from your orgasm and you smile at her.

“Have you come back down to earth?” She asks and you nod.

“Thank you.” You breathe out and she gets off of you. 

“For what? For the orgasm?” She asks as she looks at you.

“No, well yes, but thank you for being so loving with me.” You tell her and she smiles at you. “I wasn’t ready before cause I was afraid I was just repeating the same thing in the enchanted forest but you keep proving that you’ve changed. Snow reminded me of that after the funeral.” You tell her and she gently moves some hair out of your face.

“I’m willing to spend every day proving that I’ve changed. You and Henry give me a purpose and reason to not go back to being the Evil Queen.” 

“You just keep being you, the you that you are right now is the woman I always knew was there underneath all that hatred and hurt.” You tell her and then you turn your body to face her and move your hand to her hips and push her towards you. 

“What are you doing?” She asks with a smile. 

“Did you not think I wouldn’t return the favour?” You ask her as you cup her ass and then bring her leg to go over yours. “Do you mind removing your underwear for me?” You ask her and she snaps her fingers and the underwear is gone. “I have one question for you.” You tell her as you bring your hand to the top of her thigh. “When was the last time you had sex?” You ask her and she looks down. “You can tell me.” 

“It was the guy that was the sheriff that died.” She tells you and you hum. “It was on and off with him for 28 years.” She tells you and you move your hand to her entrance. 

“I doubt he was able to make you feel this wet.” You tell her as you feel how soaking she is.

“I sometimes had to imagine it was you to make myself wet enough.” She tells you and you smile. You then slide a finger in her entrance and she gasps out. You start pumping and she squeezes her eyes shut. 

“How does that feel? Does it feel good?” You ask and she nods.

“Yes, it feels so good, don’t stop.” She gasps out and you continue pumping in and out of her. She suddenly grabs the back of your head and grabs a fistful of hair. You then move your palm to her clit so it rubs against it at the same time that you’re pumping. As soon as you start rubbing her clit she gasps out, tightens her hold on your hair and you feel her clench around your finger. “I’m close, so close.” She moans out and you go faster. Her eyes are screwed shut and her mouth open as she’s right at the edge and then she comes with a gasp. 

You slow down inside of her before pulling out and you lick your finger clean as she calms down and opens her eyes. You see her breathing slow down and then she falls back on her back.

“How was it?” You ask her and she chuckles before looking at you with a smile.

“It was amazing, the last time I had a mind blowing orgasm like that was the last time we had sex.” She tells you and you smile at her. “Come here.” She says and you move closer to her and wrap an arm around her and lay your head on her chest while she wraps an arm around you protectively. She places a kiss on the top of your head and moves some hair out of your face and tucks it behind your ear. You both fall asleep not too long after that.