#get staff that show up and be a better manager. then maybe people will be happier with their job there

[ohnoitstbskyen]

I deleted the ask, but someone wrote one basically saying "why do you post reaction videos to Helluva Boss? Don't you know the show exploits its workers and they're overworked and get burned out?"

And, I mean, I love your energy, person who asked, definitely hold on to those values and speak up about this. But also, I am afraid I might have some bad news for you about literally the whole entire animation industry.

As near as I can make out from the sparse journalistic reporting that's been done on SpindleHorse -- and as a sidebar, please for the love of god read actual reporting about these things and not just callout posts and fandom discourse -- as near as I can make out, SpindleHorse as a studio is neither all that much better nor all that much worse than basically anywhere else in the industry on their level. It seems like it is (or was? Hazbin Hotel seems to be run differently) a studio mostly run by contracting people on a project-by-project basis, which leads to a crapton of turnover, and a huge need for organizing and onboarding, which according to the reporting I have read, the producers and freelancers have struggled to balance and manage properly, which has negatively impacted a number of the workers.

Top that with the usual catty, clique-based backbiting, sniping and poorly managed conflict resolution that's just kinda endemic in creative environments mostly staffed by twentysomethings and stressed out freelancers, and you have the recipe for a workplace where a lot of people are going to have a great time and feel creatively fulfilled, and a lot of people are going to come away feeling justifiably burnt the fuck out and exploited.

All of this is... not especially unusual for the animation industry, or indeed for any creative industry. Which is not to say that it is good, or that it should be allowed to be normal, or that it shouldn't be reported on and criticized (and please for the love of god support unionization efforts because that's the only thing that will actually address these kinds of systemic problems). It's just to say that if those kinds of issues are the line in the sand you draw where you refuse to engage with a studio's output...

Then, for starters, say goodbye to basically all of anime, because the Japanese animation industry is actively in a state of crisis trying to recruit new talent because its working conditions and pay are so astonishingly abysmal. And the horror stories that escape from that industry make the issues at SpindleHorse look like summer camp at times.

But you also have to say goodbye to a lot of American and European animation. Please do not imagine that Disney and its subcontractors, or that Nickelodeon or Warner Bros, are benevolent employers. They exploit their staff brutally and are currently trying to crush the labor value of animation with threats of generative AI being used to replace jobs. But those corporations also have extremely well-funded PR departments and the ability to silence employees with NDAs and threats of blackballing, so you don't get to hear as many of the horror stories as you might from a smaller independent studio that's less able to silence criticism by holding people's careers hostage.

All of this is to say that 1) it's valid and important to have criticism of both large and small-scale animation studios, and to keep the well-being and happiness of the workers higher in your priorities than the output of Products™.

And 2) if you're going to have a principle for what kinds of problems make a studio's output morally untouchable for you, and what kinds of problems you think should make a studio's output untouchable to other people, you do need to apply that principle consistently to the entire industry, and not just to the independent animation studio that happens to be surrounded by the internet's most inflammatory fandom discourse.

If you don't apply that principle consistently, maybe don't send reproachful messages to strangers scolding them for not living up to your standards, and even if you do apply that principle consistently, maybe still don't do that, because it's mostly quite annoying, and doesn't really do anything to support animation workers struggling for better working conditions.

The Animation Guild in the US is currently in the middle of a bargaining process with their industry, and they have a social media press kit as well as relevant talking points on their website which you can use to post in solidarity with the workers. If it comes to a full industry strike, consider donating to their strike funds to help them maintain pressure. Outside of the US, try and find out what (if any) local unions exist for animation workers, and maybe sign up to their mailing lists. They will let you know what kind of support they need from you.

[entitled-fangirl]

Luck. (P2)

Cregan Stark x reader; Robb Stark x reader

Summary: the reader finds herself back with Cregan, and she's beginning to feel something for the past Wolf of the North.

Warnings: unwanted advances, talk of gore, consensual kissing that leads to the start of... some other stuff

Part 1, Part 3

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Two weeks back with Robb, and it seemed that she was beginning to forget about the interactions with Cregan entirely.

She had hit her head, after all. Maybe her mind had simply messed with her. 

Robb had noted that something was amiss with her, but he knew better than to pry. When she was ready, perhaps she'd come to him.

"The History of the Wolf. That's an ancient book, that is." Robb mused with a grin as he entered the library.

She turned her head and snapped the book shut in surprise. "Oh… I… I had no idea."

Robb's smile grows and he walks to her, "Interested in Stark history, are you?"

Her face showed a look as if she'd been caught in a crime. "I… I just wish to know more about you and your house is all." 

"That's admirable," Robb said. He leaned forward and kissed her cheek, his stubble scraping her as he did so.

"You must shave," she said instinctively with a laugh. "It is like rubbing sand across my face, Robb."

He chuckled. It was the first time in two weeks that she had jested with him like she had before that day in the Godswood. He loved her most like this. 

He brought at hand to his face, "Shave? Or perhaps I shall grow it into a great beard!"

She laughed and took his face in her hand, "Only when I am long gone will you have a beard, Stark."

He tilted his head playfully and a tint came to his eyes, "Or perhaps I will just make you watch the hairs grow by the day."

Her hands moved to his chest with a playful shove, "Don't torture me so!"

His smirk grew, "I will torture you how I see fit, my love."

"You shan't catch me then!"

Abandoning the book in her hands, she began to sprint from the library. 

Robb watched her go with a playful grin before willing his legs to run as well.

She held her skirt up in one hand, rounding each corridor half—hazardly. 

Robb had longer legs, but he had to admit she was a quick little thing.

She made the mistake of turning around once to see where he was, only to find him a few paces behind. 

She let out a surprised laugh, and quickly set herself on track again. 

Even as they ran passed the staff, the servants paid no heed.

The Lord and Lady of Winterfell were much in love, and seeing such things were common. 

Finally down one corridor, she looked over her shoulder. 

She had managed just a bit of distance from Robb.

She grinned wickedly as she rounded the corner from him.

Into a stone wall it seemed.

She fell onto the ground from the force.

"Gods, my love," a voice commented.

Cregan Stark.

He knelt down and quickly brought a hand to the back of her head. He was holding back a chuckle, "That was quite a hit. Are you alright?"

She nodded quickly, "Fine." Her hand came up to her forehead, "Just fine."

"Let's get you up then," he chuckled. "I can't have the staff whispering of why the Lord and Lady were on the dirt ridden floor of the corridor." 

He helped her up, keeping a hand under one arm to guarantee her balance. When she was indeed balanced, he let go, "Running from Brandon, I assume? A game of some sorts?"

She took a few steps back to look down the corridor she had just run down.

Robb was gone. 

"Yes," she lied. "I'm to be hiding."

"Well," he smiled. "I can't have him catching you, can I?" He held out his arm for her to take.

With one last look to the place Robb had once stood, she took Cregan's arm.

…

After an hour or two of enjoying the other's company over a light lunch, Cregan gave a light sigh and stood from the chair. "I must attend to the people. I shall come collect you-"

She reached out and grabbed his hand, "May I accompany you?"

"You wish to… accompany me out?" He was a bit shocked from her request.

"Please, my lord. I truly wish to."

That seemed to make something wash over Cregan. He blinked suddenly and nodded, "Get in something warmer. There's quite a heavy chill out there."

…

The two had journeyed out of the Winterfell walls. 

Cregan had promised to help a farmer days before, and was now making true to his promise. 

A Stark never breaks an oath, after all.

So the two on his horse, as well as some ten men behind them set out to the man's farm. 

The man was welcoming and kind, beyond grateful for the help. He was an older man and held a deep regard for the younger Stark man.

As they entered his home, Cregan grimaced, "What exactly do you believe the problem to be?"

The man shrugged, "I wanted to believe wildlings, my lord. But… wildlings do not kill as viciously as these deaths have been. No man is willing to work for me because of it."

Cregan's eyes wandered over to her, who had distracted herself with the man's dog- a long haired shepherd dog who had no idea that one of the most influential woman in the North was the one scratching behind his ears.

"You said the East side of your land?" Cregan asked.

"Yes, my lord."

"Very well." Cregan turned to his men. "Go saddle up. Have your swords at the ready." He turned to the older man, "You'll lead us there."

The man nodded, "On my honor, my lord."

She stood now, her attention lost from the dog to Cregan.

"No," he began as soon as they made eye contact. "You'll stay here. I'll not have you out in that."

"Cregan," she sighed. "I'll be with you. That's as safe as-"

"-My lady," the older man began. "If I may. I found one of my men without a throat in that field. We shan't have that for our lady."

Cregan nodded along with him, "You're to stay, my love."

She nodded, "That's fine."

"If it helps, my older son should come around soon. He'll keep you company," the older man said. 

She nodded again with a forced smile, "That sounds lovely. I shall remain."

Cregan gave a soft sigh, "Just for a few hours." He pulled her to him and placed a kiss to the crown of her head. 

…

The man's son did come after an hour or two, walking into his home sweaty and tired.

It took him a while to notice the lady's presence. 

He immediately began to apologize, "Lady Stark. Forgive me… I did not-"

She laughed lightly, "-There is nothing to forgive. I am the stranger in your home, not the other way around."

He nodded. He then took a moment to see her in front of him. "Believe me or not, I've never seen the lady of Winterfell before. And now that I have, I've not seen a pretty lady in all of the North."

His words took her by surprise. "Oh. Those are quite flattering words."

He smiled and shrugged, "I would not lie to a lady. You're lovely. Lord Stark has been blessed by the gods to have you."

"How did you know it was I if you've never seen me?" She asked with a teasing smile.

"Your cloak, my lady." He pointed to it, "Stark sigil on it."

She looked down to indeed to the pin on it with the wolf of Stark on it. "Ah. I see."

"Tell me, my lady, why you are in our home unaccompanied?"

"My husband and his men are with your father dealing with your… problem. In the east field, I believe?"

The man's eyes lit with recognition, "Is he? I had no idea he'd be here today or I would have welcomed him. And accompanied him as well. I do apologize."

She shrugged, "Cregan does not care for propriety. Do not worry yourself."

"Perhaps I may just… keep you company here then until their return?"

She smiled, "I'd like that."

…

The man, who she had learned was named Johnathan Glover, was lovely at first. Easy to converse with, and not overbearing towards her. 

But it quickly shifted. 

He had slowly moved his chair closer to her. His hands would wander. His eyes grew sultry. 

And soon, she was becoming uncomfortable. 

"Something wrong, my lady?" He asked. 

"No. Worried for Cregan, is all."

"You seem so tense." He sighed. Johnathan stood up and rounded her chair to stand behind her. His hand moved to her shoulders and she immediately tensed more. 

"You need to relax," he whispered in her ear. He began to massage her shoulder, pushing a little too harshly into her shoulder blades. 

"He… he will return at any moment," she had tried to reason. 

The man smiled, "I know."

A kiss was placed on her neck. 

She froze in place for a moment. 

This man would die at Cregan's hand. 

Robb was a merciful man, but the man's payment would have been just the same under his watch.

"Stop," she commanded.

"This is what I'm speaking of," the man continued with another kiss to her neck, "So tense."

She moved to stand, but he held her down by her shoulders.

The door swung open suddenly and Cregan stood in the doorway. 

Bloody and caked in dirt, Cregan Stark stood with a set jaw at the sight before him. 

She stood this time, managing to get away from the man's hands and goes to Cregan, "Are you hurt?"

But his eyes didn't move from Johnathan's. His voice was low, "I'm fine." His gloved hands covered in grime grabbed her wrist. "Let's go."

He pulled her from the home with no words uttered to anyone except a whisper to one of his men. The man nodded and moved into the house as the Starks left. 

…

"I leave you to slay wolves and yet I had left you in the jaws of one," Cregan huffed as he pulled off his boots. 

"It is alright. I am fine, Cregan." She tried to reason.

"No. No, do not give me pity. I left you alone there. I should have known better."

She sighed as she began to pull at her corset strings. "You could not have known that. You were tending to your people, as you should."

Cregan paused at her words, his hands gripping the bottom of his tunic. "I should be tending to you."

She pulled off her corset with a tug, "Then do so."

His eyes darkened as his eyes roamed over her body, "So I shall."

Cregan neared her, carefully and slowly pulling her various garments from her until she was left in nothing but her shift. 

He smiled and let his hands grip her waist, "You are a Stark." His thumbs traced lightly, "I can't have others believing otherwise."

She stepped a bit closer, nearing her face with his, "I will always be a Stark."

He leaned in the rest of the way, connecting their lips in a soft kiss.

But he paused for moment, "I'm filthy, my love. Perhaps we should wait-"

But she had pulled him to her, cutting him off with a kiss once more.

The kiss was everything that Cregan wasn't- soft, delicate, careful, and needy. 

He let out a soft groan when she pulled the hair at the back of his neck. 

Cregan led the two towards the bed, carefully placing her on the furs. Only then did their lips part, and his began to trace down her face. His voice was soft as he spoke, "I'll banish any trace of that man from you."

She hummed as he kissed down her neck, exactly where the man had kissed her only hours before. But unlike then, she was completely relaxed under Cregan's gaze. 

She could feel his smile against her neck. 

"May I have you tonight, my love?" He asked softly.

She paused her thoughts for a moment. 

She was stuck in time with Cregan. Her husband. 

Was it wrong to Robb?

He noted her hesitation and pushed himself up to look at her, "Don't fret about it. I won't be upset with you."

Her hesitation continued.

He nodded and one of his hands wandered down her body, "May I pleasure you, at least?"

He wanted to…

She felt herself nod before she could register why.

His smile was bright, "Thank you, my love."

Much like Cregan himself, his kisses became calculated and neat. He did nothing on a whim. The kisses began to trail down her body, over her clothing.

When they reached lower, he grabbed her thighs and pulled her legs up. 

A final look into her eyes, "You're sure?"

Another nod from her, "Please, Cregan."

His hand began to pull her thin shift up, "Of course, pretty."

With her shift stretched across her thighs, she couldn't see Cregan once he disappeared behind it. His touch on her thighs left for a moment.

She closed her eyes and waited for the feeling to begin.

But instead she felt a cold chill run down her. 

And the sound of the door opening. 

Her eyes shot open. 

Robb ran in, panting. She paused when he saw her and his jaw dropped a bit. 

His beautiful wife in nothing but her shift, legs open on the furs of their bed. 

"So, this is where you ran off to, is it?" He grinned. 

When she didn't answer from shock, he continued, "I don't know how you managed this so quickly, but you shall hear no complaint from me." He stepped toward her like a predator, "My wife just waiting for me to catch her? So eagerly waiting on me?"

Robb approached the foot of the bed. He grabbed the top of her thighs, "Well, guess what, my love?" He pulled her down the bed and to him. His voice lowered, "I've caught you."

"You have." She finally managed to pant out. 

His eyes roamed over her completely, "So pretty," he muttered. "And all mine." He caressed her face, "Who do you belong to?"

"I…" she paused, thrown off by his question. 

His voice became a heated growl, "Who do you belong to, love?"

"The… the Wolf of the North." She whispered to him.

He grinned, "Yes, you do."

But she couldn't help but remember the feeling of Cregan's hands on her not only moments ago.

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A/N: I think I'm about to start doing some Aemond x reader stuff- comment if you want on that tag list! Or the tag list for this fic since I'm guessing I'll be doing a part 3

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[barcaatthemoon]

baller || kelsey plum x reader ||

Kelsey takes you out after a game.

Kelsey made a beeline for the locker room at the sound of the final buzzer. You stayed in your courtside seat as some of her teammates gathered around you. It was always a bit of a party whenever you managed to find time to come to Kelsey's games. She swore that she played better whenever you were in the stands, something that her teammates all also agreed with. Personally, you thought Kelsey played great whether you were there or not, but you'd accept all of the extra love you got from it.

"I am sorry to delay your post-game kiss. Hopefully Becky was good company." Kelsey was panted slightly as she spoke to you. The huddle of girls around you had kept you from seeing her as she sprinted from the locker room over to where you'd been sitting.

"You say that, but I still haven't been kissed yet," you teased. Kelsey pushed past everybody to get to you. Once she was close enough, Kelsey cupped your cheeks and pressed several quick kisses to your lips before ending it on a longer one. You broke the kiss as her teammates whooped and hollered at the two of you. "Take me home now please?"

"Hold on, not yet baby. I wanna take you out," Kelsey said. She helped you out of your seat and walked you out of the arena. After a win like that and with you on her arm, Kelsey felt like she was on top of the world. Nothing could knock her down a peg, not even your potential rejection of her wanting to take you out. "If you don't want to go out, that's okay. I didn't make reservations anywhere."

"Aren't you tired after all that?" Kelsey shook her head as she grabbed your hand to kiss the back of it. "Can I pay tonight or are you wanting to show off?"

"You know me baby, I gotta show off a little. I'd take you dress shopping if it wasn't so late," Kelsey told you. You cracked a smile at her, knowing that was true. She had once kept you out all day with a game, shopping trip, and extravagant dinner before ending it at the club with her girls. "Are you sure that's okay?"

"Absolutely fine by me," you told her. Kelsey bit her lip as she turned back to the wheel. You knew that she was playing a bit, but you didn't mind. Showing off meant more than just throwing around some money with Kelsey. She would do everything she could to make sure that you had a good time, and usually, that meant being a bit over the top with her flirting and jokes.

There were seemingly hundreds of flashy restaurants all over Vegas, but Kelsey knew what you liked. It was the kind of place where you had worked before you even moved here. A hidden gem among the locals, known mainly to the people who found themselves getting off work as all of the parties died down.

Both you and Kelsey were regulars here. The staff knew you both, although they saw Kelsey as an extension of you at times. It didn't matter if the woman came in on her own, which had only happened a couple of times, they'd send her on her way with your usual order. Neither one of you had to even look at a menu, the waitresses already knowing what you'd want.

"It's not the Ritz, but I need something good. I hope to have a long night ahead of myself," Kelsey said with a wink. You rolled your eyes at her, but didn't disagree. It was likely that you and Kelsey would be up all night as soon as you got back to her place. You didn't mind that, in fact, you were already having a hard time keeping your hands completely to yourself.

You loved the pre-game outfits and all, but there was something about Kelsey's lowkey post-game outfits that got you. You loved seeing her walk around in the practice shorts and Aces t-shirt that you knew you'd be wearing in the morning. You liked seeing Kelsey comfortable, and maybe, just maybe, you were relieved that she wasn't getting stared at by strangers.

"So, and you can totally say no to this, Chelsea found this big couples' retreat thing. They did it last year, but Darren didn't want to, so I went and coupled up with one of the single girls, which was fun. Anyway, I was thinking that it would be more fun if you came with this year, but you don't have to. I know that I already ask a lot with you coming to my games and shit…" Kelsey trailed off awkwardly. You smiled at her as you leaned across the table to kiss her cheek.

"I'd really like that. Just let me know when it is, and I'll make arrangements," you told her. Kelsey perked up at your agreement, having thought it would be harder to convince you.

The two of you left the restaurant shortly after that, not wanting to go home quite so early into the night. Kelsey knew that some of the girls on the team were planning on going out, but she wanted you all to herself. You had always loved the lights, so Kelsey drove up and down the strip a few times until you started to get very obviously tired.

"Can I carry you upstairs?" Kelsey asked as she pulled into her garage. You quirked an eyebrow at her, but the longer that you looked at her, the clearer it became that she wasn't joking. "Please?"

"Are you ever scared that people think you do too much for me?" you asked. Kelsey scoffed at your question. The idea that there would ever be 'too much' was ridiculous. Kelsey knew that you were going to be the person she grew old with, and if she could make any aspect of your life easier or better, then she was determined to do so.

"Never. I get teased every practice because everybody thinks I'm whipped, but I just love you. You do so much for me that nobody sees or knows about, and I don't think that I'll ever be able to make it up to you, so I try in other ways. I know that it looks like a lot, but it's not. You love me, and you let me love you. Besides, do you know how fucking cool I look running around with you on my arm in all those fancy ass clothes?" You could tell that Kelsey was nowhere near stopping, so you climbed over the center console and into her lap. Immediately, Kelsey got quiet and started to run her hands down your sides until she got to your ass.

"I love you too," you told her. Kelsey grinned into a kiss, much sweeter than any of the others you had shared that night. Kelsey didn't try to push it further, only just pulling away before you buried your head into her shoulder to hide your yawning.

"You're so cute when you're sleepy," Kelsey whispered as she took you out of the car. She carried you upstairs first, knowing that her basketball bag would stay in the car until the morning because she wasn't leaving your side all night.

[dancinglikebutterflywings]

500 Followers = 500 Words Event: Hongjoong

Let Them Look | Kim Hongjoong

-> Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Photographer!Reader -> Requested by: @staytiny2000 -> Prompt:  Prompt 19: “People are looking at us.” “Let them look.”  -> Warnings: a little anxiousness and self-doubt. Hongjoong being readers no.1 fan and supporter. Kisses. -> Word Count: 543 -> Request: Closed.

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Feeling Hongjoong’s presence nearby calms the nerves in Y/N's stomach as she anxiously adjusts the settings on her camera. She takes a deep breath, focusing on the rhythmic click of her camera as she fine-tunes the aperture and shutter speed, trying to find the perfect balance for the lighting outside. Her assistants are all around her ensuring that everything else is running smoothly, arranging props, and coordinating with the stylists and ATEEZ’s managers and staff.  

The lively chatter and laughter create an energetic atmosphere, yet Y/N remains in her own focused bubble, navigating her anxious thoughts. This is her first time photographing idols. It’s an opportunity she never expected to have but is eternally grateful for. 

She glances over at Hongjoong, who is talking with one of his managers. She lifts her camera and takes a quick snapshot of her boyfriend. 

As if he can sense her attention on him, he excuses himself from the conversation he's having and makes his way over to her. 

“Hey,” he says, his voice warm, his eyes showing concern knowing how nervous she’s been leading up to today, “how’s it going?” 

She flashes him a smile, trying to mask her anxiety, but she knows he can see right through her. He knows her better than anyone else. “It’s going well, just trying to get everything set up before they stylists finish doing what they need to do.”  

Hongjoong leans in slightly, his presence grounding her amidst the whirlwind of activity around them. “You’ve got this,” he encourages, his confidence in her and her abilities shining through. 

“Thanks, baby,” she says, her voice softening. “I just want to do a good job.” 

He steps even closer, resting his hands on her waist, “They love your work. They wouldn’t have picked you if they didn’t believe you could do an amazing job,” he assures her. “You’re an incredible photographer, my love.” 

“You’re just saying that because you’re my boyfriend,” she says, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. 

“Maybe,” he chuckles, his eyes sparkling with mischief, “but I’m also saying it because it’s true.” 

His reassurance washes over her like a warm wave, calming her racing heart. She takes a deep breath, letting his words sink in. “You always know what to say to make me feel better,” she admits, her smile growing more genuine.  

“Of course,” he replies, his voice sincere as he closes the gap between them. “I’m your biggest fan. I’ll always be here to cheer you on, no matter what,” he continues and plants a kiss to her cheek before moving to her lips. 

She tries to hide her smile as lips leaves hers, feeling everyone’s eyes on them. Glancing around, she notices some quickly looking away from the couple as if they got caught staring. “People are looking at us.”  

“Let them look,” he replies casually, his confidence unwavering as he gives her another kiss on the lips. This kiss ends when they hear his name being called by one of the stylists. “You’ve got this, okay?” he reminds her. “I love you.” 

She nods, now feeling encouraged, her anxiousness almost non-existent. “I love you, too,” she says pecking his lips one last time before he walks away leaving her to finish getting everything ready. 

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[oracle-of-dream]

idk if i can do requests 😭😭 but can i ask for sungchan x male reader you could pick the prompt

Mr. Trainer

Minors DNI

Summary: Your personal trainer, Sungchan, is helping you lift weights. But he's got his eyes on more than just your workout progress.

Warnings: Male reader, Trainer Sungchan, Dry fucking, Orgasm denial, Riding, Shower sex, Semi-public sex, Rough sex, Unprotected sex, Creampie, Trainer & Student roleplay, Muscle Massages

Wordcount: 3.3k

It was late, the moon high in the sky as the cool air hit your face. Your gym bag with your clothes, in one hand as you approached the building.

You only had time between school and work to work out at the end of the day, but your trainer was always willing to work late with you. You'd met Sungchan while at the gym, a few weeks ago. He saw your form while weightlifting and corrected your posture, politely fixing you into the right position. Before he started helping you, you'd spend your day after the gym in misery from how sore you were. But Sungchan managed to help you so that wasn't a worry anymore. Later he introduced himself as a new trainer looking for clients, offering himself to you, and you accepted his help.

In the locker room, you changed into your workout clothes and hit the gym floor, stretching while you waited for Sungchan to arrive. He lived far away, so he'd arrive ten minutes after you. He's always late, but you never complained since he was the one helping you.

The gym was usually empty except for the staff, maybe a janitor. But you always felt like you were being watched while you stretched. Your head would turn around often–looking for anyone watching you, but you never saw anyone.

Sungchan arrived right as you finished stretching. You saw him approaching in the mirror, so you waved at him. He waved back with a smile, his eyes locked onto your body.

"Finished stretching?"

You nodded, "Yep, just finished."

"Really? Everything?" Sungchan poked at your chest, "You didn't skip legs?"

"Nope."

"Why don't you stretch your legs with me? I gotta stretch too," Sungchan set down his bag nearby and sat on the floor, slapping the ground.

You groaned as you sat down where he directed. Sungchan's stretches were always more extreme than yours, and you'd end up stretching more than him anyway. Maybe you weren't stretching right and he could tell.

He spread his legs and held his hands out, and you matched him. He leaned down as you leaned back, gently pulling him toward you. You switched, leaning down as he pulled you. But Sungchan was much stronger than you, pulling hard, which made your back arch not get torn in two.

You moaned slightly as you felt the pain in the stretch.

"That's right, baby, lemme hear you," Sungchan teased. He told you a while ago that people make noise at the gym to show their passion and that their body is exerting itself. But you couldn't help but feel embarrassed by the soft moans and speaks that came out of you. Sungchan pulled harder, "Really get in there, touch your nose to the ground if you can."

You felt your ribs poke into you as you folded lower.

"Your flexibility is getting much better, let's see about those legs."

He yanked on your arms, pulling your whole body closer as his legs held yours open. Your legs were pulled forward like a split and you couldn't help but squeak at the pain.

"5 more seconds," Sungchan said as he slowly counted down from five.

As soon as the 5 seconds ended, he slowly let you rise from the stretch. Your back and thighs burned from the tension.

"Good stretch! You seem pretty warmed up, so let's get to lifting. It's squats today." Sungchan took some weights out of his bag and brought them over while you took a short break to massage your legs. He took notice, "Was I too rough on you?"

You shook your head, "No! It's just a little sore."

"I have some medicine for that after we wrap up here, so don't let me forget."

You nodded happily at the thought of Sungchan looking out for you. He set you up, telling you to hold the weight to your chest in a squat position. Demonstrating twice, he motioned to you, "Okay, now you do it." You squat down, holding it for a moment and then slowly rising like he taught you. But the expression on his face told you he saw something wrong. He walked around you, "Do it again?"

You squat a second time, Sungchan's large hand landed on your lower back and pushed your spine straight. The squat got harder with your straight back and the weight pulling on you. It was difficult to keep your balance as your legs shook softly. Sungchan slid his hands down your legs as he positioned himself behind you, squatting with you, as he supported your lift. "If it's too much, you can lean on me a little," He cautioned.

You tried to focus on the stretch but couldn't help but blush as Sungchan held you up. His bulging arms slightly compressed you as his long legs were positioned outside yours.

"Come closer, you're slipping," Sungchan directed as he pulled you more into him.

Warmth shot through you as he easily dragged you to him. His chest was pressed against your back, and your reflection in the mirror was too much for you. You couldn't look, and Sungchan noticed.

"No, you need to look at yourself to see the progress," Sungchan's voice was now in your ear. The warmth brushed against your neck as he breathed. Sungchan turned you to face the mirror, forcing you to look at your reflection. Your body slotted into his larger one, and you couldn't stop thinking about how it looked like you were–

Sungchan's eyes met with yours in the mirror. He smiled, "It's okay, you're doing great. No need to be shy." His praise made your head swirl, and you stopped thinking. You were daydreaming about this situation. You didn't realize you were leaning on him so heavily until he cleared his throat. "Maybe we should change to the next position?"

You snapped back to reality. You weren't even moving anymore, Sungchan was doing all the work. Holding your arms with the weight and supporting your body as you put your weight against him. You could even feel his bulge rubbing against your ass.

"Yes! Sorry, I got distracted," You stood up as Sungchan took the weight from you.

"That's alright. Why don't we do lunges next? Real simple."

Sungchan walked to one end of the room. "Just here and back a few times," He gave an example with his hands behind his head as he lunged forward slowly.

You started at the opposite end of the room, doing the lunges as he watched you.

"Try to keep your back straight, no slouching!"

You strained to keep your back straight as you lunged, your knees hitting the floor with each one. You pushed through the exercise until you reached Sungchan, your face level with his bulge. You looked up at him, and he looked down at you with a smirk.

"You're getting it, but make sure your hands are like this," He leaned forward to fix your hands behind your head, pushing your head and his bulge close together. You could lean forward and kiss it–

"Hey, are you okay?" Sungchan looked at your face with concern.

"Huh?" You blinked.

"You have to go back now."

You'd started fantasizing again and now Sungchan was thinking you were an airhead... You turned around and lunged to the other end of the room.

Sungchan clapped to get your attention, "Why don't we call it early?"

You stood from your lunge, your thighs and knees burning, "What? W-Why?"

"I think you're overworking yourself a bit. You're in pain, aren't you?" Sungchan studied your face as he grabbed your body, squeezing gently to find any sore spots.

You winced as he pinched and poked at you.

"See? We should call it. If you're in too much pain, your body will give out on you," Sungchan frowned.

You nodded sullenly, "O-Okay."

Sungchan put away the weights and took you by the hand into the locker room. He sat you down on a bench, "Shirt off," He commanded.

You hesitated. 

Sungchan chuckled, "I can't apply the medicine with your shirt on." He pulled a cream from his bag, shaking the bottle, "Shirt off, now."

You slipped your shirt over your head.

"Back first," Sungchan commanded as he switched you away from him. Sungchan hummed softly as he massaged the cream onto your back, which made you shiver at how cold it was. The soft sting of the medicine changed into a relaxing warmth as Sungchan worked over your skin. He pressed hard into the center of your back, earning a moan from you.

"Sorry, was I too hard?"

You shook your head, "No, it felt good. I'll stay quiet."

"It's alright, go ahead and make noise. Remember, it just means your muscles are cheering for you." Sungchan chuckled as you moaned again with his permission. He turned you around to face him, "Lay down, I'll get your front too."

"I can do that–"

He hushed you, "It's okay, let me take care of you. You worked hard already, so I'll take care of it." He pushed you gently, cradling your neck as he lay you on your back. "Just close your eyes and relax, it's just us here."

The bench felt cold on your skin as Sungchan's warm fingers dragged across your body, spreading a thin layer of cream. He worked his way from your neck to your chest, roughly applying pressure to your chest. You could feel your dick twitch as his palms guided over your nipples. Your whole body flinched as his hands pressed into your sides, as they worked their way down your torso. Upon reaching your stomach, Sungchan shifted and pulled you closer to him. He set your legs onto his thighs to be closer, you could feel his dick rubbing against you–moving back and forth as he moved.

He gripped your waist, pulling you into him more. The way he held you and pulled you, felt more like thrusting. Your weight shifted as he pushed you and then pulled you into him, his cock getting harder as you tried to keep quiet. But when you heard him groan you peeked an eye open to see.

Sungchan's eyes were heavy-lidded with his mouth open, breathing heavily as his hips thrust into yours.

You closed your eyes, pretending not to know.

"Y/n, don't close them, I want you to look at me," Sungchan's voice was deep and gentle.

You opened your eyes to see Sungchan holding your gaze. Nervously you squirmed under his touch, trying to escape. Sungchan gave a strong thrust–shaking your body on the bench, "Don't act like you don't want me to. I've seen the way you look at me and the way you put your ass out hoping I'd stare."

"That's not true–"

"It isn't?" Sungchan touched your cock over your pants, squeezing moans out of you. "You seem to like it," He said as he stripped off his shirt with one hand, the other pressed on your stomach to hold you in place as he dry fucked you.

His muscles flexed and pulsed as his body moved, his veins showed in his hands and arms as he planted both on your sides again. You didn't know where to touch, or what to do, your head was getting too dizzy.

"Come on, baby. Let's work out a little more," Sungchan teased as he scooped you into his arms. He carried you into the showers. He tossed aside his clothes as he turned on the water. As he was about to enter, he noticed you weren't getting undressed.

"Are you nervous?"

You nodded silently.

"It's okay, I'm your trainer remember? I'll make sure you're stretched perfectly before our cardio session." Sungchan took your arm and pulled you into the shower with him, your clothes clung to your skin as the water seeped into the fabric.

Sungchan kissed you as he pulled your clothes off in a rush, the kiss was sloppy and fast as he rubbed his body against yours. His hands skillfully slipped down your waist and a finger inside you as he kept you busy with kisses.

You whined impatiently as Sungchan took his time stretching you.

"You're not seriously getting mad at me for being polite, right? If you want, we can skip stretches. Just ask." Sungchan's eyes had a hint of irritation but he loved the thought of you asking him for sex when you'd been so shy a moment ago.

"Sungchan–"

"Mr. Trainer. I'm still technically working right now."

You grit your teeth, "Mr. Trainer, can we skip stretches today? I really want your help with cardio." You tried not to cringe at Sungchan's forced roleplay but he seemed to enjoy it.

"Of course. Wrap your arms around my neck and your legs around my waist, jump for me, baby."

You jumped onto him, his arms holding you as your legs affixed you to him.

"Good boy. Now, let's start with a sprint," Sungchan winked as he lined his cock with your hole and pushed you onto him while raising his cock to meet your hips.

The feeling of him forcing you apart made you swallow deep breaths as your trainer watched joyfully. Sungchan didn't give you much time to accept him inside you, as he immediately started moving. The sting of pain bit at you, contorting your face.

"Work through that pain," Sungchan commanded ask he fucked you against the wall of the shower. The water ran down your bodies and splashed as your hips met, but nothing was louder than your moans of pleasure. "That's right, let me hear you!" Sungchan went harder, making your eyes roll back as your neck relaxed. Your head bounced uncontrollably as Sungchan bit your neck, leaving several marks.

Just as you were about to cum, your moans peaking and body tensing, Sungchan pulled out of you completely.

You groaned in irritation, "What the fuck?"

"Fast and slow, that's how we do cardio. We're resting. Did you forget that already, babe?" Sungchan teased as he placed you down, turning you to face the wall with your ass out. His rest period was about thirty seconds, pulling you away from your climax. When you'd calmed down, Sungchan pushed on your back to arch it as he pushed back into you.

He filled you to the max. You felt his body pressed against you but he was still trying to push deeper, squished against the wall you were forced to arch your back more and allow him deeper inside you.

Sungchan held your hips, "Hands on the wall, don't slip." You followed his instructions, and he lifted you to the point only the tips of your feet were still touching the ground. Sungchan somehow managed to get even deeper inside you. "Your flexibility is unbelievable," He moaned as he fucked you fast and hard again.

You couldn't give an intelligent response, the folding stopped you from taking full breaths and Sungchan's cock thrusting into you so hard knocked the breath out of you. Your whole body shook as your climax started creeping up again, you silently begged for mercy from Sungchan. Your body tensed up again, right before your climax, and Sungchan pulled out again.

"Sungchan–"

"Mr. Trainer."

"Mr. Trainer. I wanna finish the session."

"Finish? We're only halfway there," Sungchan chuckled as he turned the shower off. He shook his head, letting water fly off him, and pushed his hair back. "But if my student asks me to take it easy, we'll just have to put the rest of the session all in this last push." Sungchan led you out of the bathroom, bringing you to the sauna. "If we want to finish this workout, we need to sweat it all out. If you can handle it," He raised an eyebrow.

"Just fuck me already–"

"That's not a good way to talk to me, y/n." Sungchan laid a small towel on the bench and sat on it. "Ride me."

Your legs were already weak from the exercise earlier, but you knew he wouldn't budge on this. There was a look in his eye that said, Come on. I know you want to.

You moved to straddle him, but he turned you around to face away from him.

"Show me you know how to do the squat I taught you."

You rolled your eyes as you slid yourself down onto him. Your legs shook harshly as you slowly lowered yourself. It wasn't long before your legs felt like they were giving out.

"Sungchan, I can't–"

"Can't? Do you need me to spot you?"

You nodded, "Please."

Sungchan held your thighs, "Okay. Lean on me, I'll help you."

You leaned onto him, as he held your legs tightly to help control them. He was big, it was easier for him to fuck you than for you to fuck yourself on him. You wanted to move faster, but Sungchan forced you to go slow.

"Sungchan!"

He sharply cleared his throat.

"Mr. Trainer, please. Fuck me. I–" Your begging was cut off as Sungchan let you go completely. Your body landed fully on his cock, impaling itself. Your head fell back on his shoulder as your body twitched.

Sungchan watched you in awe, "Are you, okay?" He chuckled at your fucked out facial expression. "You look like a complete slut, you're almost drooling."

You moaned back in response as you rolled your hips back. You reveled in the feeling of being full again. His cock fit you perfectly, and the way he held you–it was only a matter of time.

"You wanna cum, babe?" He whispered in your ear.

Sweat dripped from your face, your bodies stuck together, and the room stank of sex. It was so hot and you'd never felt better. You needed to cum.

"P-Please, Mr. Trainer. I want you to cum in me," You whined.

Sungchan's cock twitched as he watched your face. You were so cute, so soft and squishy in his hands. You moaned at every touch, even when you twitched. You couldn't raise your head and your hands shook like leaves in the wind. He'd broken you by accident...

"Okay. I'll handle everything else. You focus on you."

He lifted your legs, leaning you against him, as he thrust up into you. He was faster and more brutal than ever, it felt like the final race in a marathon. Sungchan poured all his energy into fucking you as he chased his climax.

You came first, almost screaming as your body tensed. Your legs curled inward, but Sungchan held them apart as your cum shot out of you. You cock spitting out ropes of cum onto the sauna's floor. Sungchan came shortly after but he fucked you through his entire high, fast and hard, completely wild and out of pace.

By the end of it, Sungchan's cum was warm inside you and he let you lay in the sauna while he gathered your change of clothes for you. He helped you change, dressing you like a doll as you couldn't stand without his support. You held his massive shoulders as you raised your legs and slipped on your day clothes.

Once you were both dressed, Sungchan rubbed your head. "Do you think you'll book another session with me?"

You nodded, "But, maybe we can work out at your place? I don't think the staff want us here." You glanced at the janitor who glared at you as he went inside the sauna to clean it.

"That's a deal, babe. Tomorrow morning at my place."

You groaned, your legs barely able to work as is.

Sungchan didn't give you the right to refuse as he helped you into his car to take you to his home.

[nyuoqi]

            — SO I MARRIED MY ANTI-FAN     ౨ৎ     SES

OO3.    congratulations on your marriage!

✸ SYNOPSIS !  : congratulations! you have been invited to korea's #1 romance reality show 'We Got Married' where you will be living with your co-star like a married couple. but what will you do when you find out that your husband is actually your anti-fan?

595 word count, not proofread

warm lightings, cozy sofas and a welcoming aura.

those are the three things you first realise when you arrive at the restaurant where you will be meeting riize at— along with the heartwarming staffs who never fail to serve the customers without a huge smile.

the restaurant's address is exactly the same as the one given by your manager further confirming you that this is the correct restaurant.

however for some reason, none of these are able to move your feet as you remain hidden in your van. you don't know why but for some reason your hands are sweating ferociously as your body jitters.

"you can't just remain yourself hidden in the van for the rest of the day, yn. " your manager calls you out as she fixes her rear mirror to get a clear view of your face. "riize's manager has texted me saying that all the members have arrived including the directing team. "

you nod silently as you bring your finger to your lips and start nibbling on them, a bad habit you develop when you are a child every time you become nervous. this doesn't go unnoticed by your manager who told you to stop biting your freshly manicured nails.

"are you not gonna go out? " she asks while unbuckling her belt. "If this will make you feel any better, EUNSEOK is not gonna be here today since this is only a meeting between you and the whole group aside from your husband.

tou know all about this but it doesn't make you feel less nervous. In fact, it makes you feel worse.

what if i trip on my scarf and ended up falling face first in front of them? what if my voice cracks in the middle of talking and they all starts laughing at me? what if i talk to them without realising that there is a lipstick stain on my lips—

you don't have enough time to overthink the situation further because your manager exits the car before making her way to the door beside you, opening it without hesitation. "come on princess, we both know that all of us don't have all day to wait for you to get out of the car. get out. "

"by the way, congratulations on your marriage. "

"congratulations on your marriage! " is not what you expect to hear when you arrive at the table after getting practically dragged by your manager.

you spot an awkward smile and thank all of them for the wishes. "thank you for the wishes, i'm not sure if I would make a good wife, though. " you partially joke as an icebreaker.

it has come to your attention that all cameras are rolling as you frantically search for your camera, ears falling deaf at whatever shotaro (if you're not mistaken) is saying at this point.

"i'm sorry but are you even listening to me? " he asks and you laugh awkwardly, your left hand rubbing at the skin behind your neck, "i'm sorry i was just looking for my camera since i couldn't find it. do you mind repeating what you were saying? "

the staffs laugh at how cute you look like apologising for not paying attention making the members laugh along too.

maybe i was right about overthinking.

"oh i was just congratulating you again on your marriage! don't worry about it. " he smiles, his eyes turning into two crescents.

your head is starting to get dizzy with the amount of people congratulating you on your marriage. you might as well just actually get married at this point.

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TTANG | OS

bang chan x m!reader

gun wounds + injury + violence + crying + death threats + coping mechanisms

a/n: i have another req. similar so stay tuned

security is on high alert. it’s been a week or so since the death threats have begun. maybe they should have expected it… as many people love you, there is always a few that hate you. it’s the blessing and curse of being famous.

ilogical, you’d say. super stupid. people that have nothing better to do and rile things up.

many (true) fans are defensive.

you and chan have talked about it. how good it feels to know the fans are taking care of them however they can. chan himself always makes sure things go right. he’s checking in with security, with managers. everything.

there is that slight worry. the members don’t exactly talk about it, but you yourself know they think the same as you. what if?

the concert starts and your enjoying yourself. you make contact with jeongin and grin. you fist bump with felix and laugh with minho when jisung makes a mistake. you talk to your fans and simply end up feeling at ease. you put your trust in security and management.

you check up on chan during outfit change.

“see, all good.” you say softly, rubbing his arm.

he nods. he’s pretty serious but you don’t put much mind to it. you trust that at the end of the night he’ll lighten up for real.

sadly, at the end of the night is when everything goes south. felix is talking as the show almost comes to an end. you casually look around at the hundreds of fans watching them- when you here a gunshot. everyone naturally ducks. the fans scream. security runs around. your in ear is suddenly ringing a noise in your ear.

your managers are screaming at all of you to run to backstage. you spin around and run, catching up to chan who, despite the situation, makes sure the other kids are backstage first.

“go!” you shove him, spinning him around at the entrance when the second gunshot is fired.

your bodyguards are barely getting on the platform to guard you and change whatever outcome could happen.

yet, at the third gunshot, you cover chan. your guards don’t make it in time to prevent the situation. your eyes widen when a pain shoots from your upper back. the impact itself sends you forward, stumbling down the flight of stairs. chan screams, so do the kids and staff waiting at the bottom.

a hiss and groan escape your lips when you hit the floor. you force your eyes to open, watching chan run down the stairs to reach for you. it’s so noisy- screams, orders and crying. yet, your ears muffle it out when you finally take your hand away from your chest. you had blood dripping between your fingers. your eyes flit to chan’s wide eyes, his hands grabbing your bloody one.

the pain subsides into numbness. you’re bleeding out on the floor, breathing is hard- then you’re on a stretcher. then you feel yourself drifting in and out of consciousness.

then everything goes black. you can hear for a bit. you wish you could’ve heard chan’s voice instead of the EMT’s yelling out codes and whatnot. soon though, you truly black out.

it’s not a very comfortable sleep. literally felt like you were in a sleep paralysis. by the time you come to some awareness, that’s all you feel. you hear people talk. you feel when you’re moved to a bed. you knew when the lights were on or off. you felt cold sometimes and hot other times.

after who knows how long you actually were out for, you finally open your eyes. your manager gasps and sits up.

not even a few minutes later you’re popular by a couple nurses and a doctor. turns out the bullet hit your from the back breaking a rib and shot through. fatal, apparently.

you beg and ask for them not to tell the members. they already know you’re recovering, just not awake yet. you don’t want visitors.

it’s an agonizing few days. your manager keeps updating you on things. all you want is to be in chan’s arms, really. your body is still sore from the aftermath, but all you really care about is how chan is doing.

you know he’s strong. but you also know how much he can take. this isn’t something light. sometimes you close your eyes and remember how scared he was.

you miss him.

“what’s with that face?” chan sits up and whips his head around to look at you.

he opens his mouth but nothing comes out. he can’t even stand without stumbling. “y-y/n!”

“you’re supposed to be at the hospital-“ he falls silent when your fingers brush the side of his face.

“i got discharged an hour ago,” you say casually, sitting next to him on the bed. “so, what’s with that face?”

“i was just…” he stares at you. he knows you, so as much as he wants to pry and ask, he knows you’re not up for it. he shrugs, swallowing down his emotions while looking away. “thinking.”

“about me?”

“who else?” he chuckles dryly, “but about everything… i never thought anyone would actually go through with a threat…”

you watch him, “i mean we had talked about it, but experiencing it is different. i’m okay and that’s what matters.”

“but the bullet was for me-“

“it was for any of us.” he looks at you, “okay maybe it was for you. i don’t even know how but i just felt the need to be blocking you and then that happened. jyp already released a statement and like i said, what matter is…” you swallow when you see him wipe away his tears, “is that i’m fine. i’m alive. i’m here.”

there’s a silence that engulfs you. then, you pull him into a hug. “i’m here, chan.”

and he sobs into your chest. after days of holding everything in— his worry, his anger… his love. his fear of you not coming back. of something probably going wrong last minute and you don’t make it- “i love you so much,” he cries.

“i love you just as much,” you tighten your arms around him. “i think me taking that bullet proves it.” you pause when his arms twitch around you, “okay my bad, i shouldn’t joke about it.”

chan sighs, sniffling after. “that’s what i love about you… it makes me happy to know that you’re still you.”

“of course,” you wince a bit as you try to get him onto your lap to cuddle him better. “this is good. i have something to flex during interviews.”

chan snorts, shaking his head. he looks up at you, tears still glimmering in his eyes. you eye him, taking every detail of him. he’s so fragile now. you remember the look of absolute mortification when you were bleeding out on the floor. you lean in and kiss his lips before hugging him again. you bury your face into his neck.

“we’re fine, chan.” you whisper.

he nods, embracing you and closing his eyes.

[saltnsugarbear]

congrats on 200 cas!! im so so so so proud of you!! and i hope people continue to see how iconic you are hehe

was thinking may i suggest "cute gifts as 'apologies' after silly fights" from the grumpy/sunshine prompts with carmy? it feels lip-coded too but i feel like carmy is not good with words and would see it as a way to bring you joy and show his love without having to verbalise what he's feeling??

hi ruby! muah muah!!

word count: 0.4k

content warnings: none, i think! maybe just mentions of bickering back and forth <3

come celebrate!

Money isn't an issue for Carmen. Not that he has it coming out of his ears but he just.... Never really buys anything for himself so he has an excess amount.

Whenever he did buy himself something, it was always the best. It didn't matter how much it cost, it would be the best so he didn't have to buy something again. He vetted anything before he bought it.

However this sentiment couldn't be taken into account when he was buying gifts. Sure, he could buy you what you wanted or something that was better than what you originally wanted. But sometimes you didn't want the best, sometimes you just wanted something that was okay.

So after a day of bickering over menu and floor changes in The Bear, Carmy knows this gift doesn't have to be perfect.

Sugar had brought you in during renovation to help her manage and eventually you took over managing the wait staff with Richie. Being brought in introduced you to Carmen, you had heard small stories about him from Natalie but none of them did justice to the man himself.

Some of the bickering got sharper than either of you intended, you voicing Richie and the staffs frustrations over the constantly changing menu and the impossible nonnegotiable's Carmy was trying to push on everyone. So it's safe to say tensions between the both of you were higher than usual.

A perfect gift would further piss you off.

So that's how he ended up scouring the farmers market for the best imperfect bouquet he could find. He told Tina he'd take care of all the produce today and she could come in later than usual, she negotiated him into getting some paid training instead. However he's getting increasingly frustrated because none of them are good enough.

Each one is beautiful, don't get him wrong. They just don't communicate everything he's trying to say. He's sorry but he loves you so deeply, he wants to apologize for all the drama he's putting you through.

Nothing says that, which is driving him up the wall.

Carmy is about to give up when he spots a pastry booth down a couple spots.

It says everything and more.

The bread knot is extravagant. Perfectly manipulated in the shape of a heart. The sight of it on the desk sets your heart a flutter. It sets next to a short vase of bright flowers, orange and pink jumping out at you.

Baby's breathe placed neatly against lilies and tulips, a rose here and there.

There's no note and you don't need one.

Carmy's the only one who could have left it and you're the only one it belongs to.

You stopped being frustrated hours after the bickering, had gone home to your own apartment and mulled over how you can productively move forward.

Carmy never liked you leaving upset. It stressed him out. You didn't like leaving upset either, but someone has to remove themselves before it gets messy.

Carmy's learned to understand that. It's better if you both breathe before coming back to each other.

It's healthy.

And that's something Carmy never knew he needed.

[peenisblog]

hey baaabe, can you maybe write tae or jimin falling for oc whos also an idol but they cant really show it to anyone? 🥹

A/N: I will write Tae with a proper secret relationship but for now I present to you……

IDYLLIC

IDOL!JIMIN X IDOL!GN!READER

Synopsis: Jimin has a rule. A code if you will. Under no circumstances will he ever date another idol. He's lived by it for many years. Not once has he ever been close to breaking it. Until he met you that is.

W/C: 2.2k

WARNING: Jimin struggling with his feelings slight angst

REQUESTS: OPEN

It wasn't ideal. In an industry like Jimins you don't have time for relationships. A lot of the time you don't even have the mental energy. There was too much to work around.

You don't want to date a fan. They already have a version of you built up in their head. One that would quickly prove itself untrue.

If you do manage to find someone who doesn't know who you are that too can become a disaster. Paparazzi lurk behind every corner. The whole relationship is forced into secrecy. It could ruin your career, it could ruin your partner's life. It isn't good for a relationship. Most people need more. They want to go out on dates. They want normalcy, not to be hidden deep in a closet like dirty laundry.

There were other idols… one look at an idol of the opposite sex and the media would be pumping out articles about a secret love affair. Every week someone would come up to Jimin asking about an idol he hadn't even spoken to.

That was only part of it. Companies would clash. Some companies would push a narrative to try and profit off it.

In the Idol industry, two idols dating was taboo. Some sort of curse that ran rampant through the industry. People would talk behind their backs. Send sympathetic looks to the poor souls that fell victim to it. It was hard as an idol not to fall for another. Idols ended up being around other idols quite a bit. People have needs and when you're surrounded by attractive people it's hard not to go seeking comfort.

Another idol would know what you're going through. They could understand things regular people never could.

But it always ended badly. The media loved it. It was a drama that kept people clicking. So the cameras kept flashing.

So Jimin did the sensible thing. He swore off dating. Of course, every now and then he would find himself in someone's bed. But it never was more than that.

He would risk his and his members career on a scandal. Jimin knew he wouldn't be able to balance a relationship and everything else like Namjoon does. He would slip up when he knew he would. It was easier to just not even try. It was better this way.

For a long time it worked. Jimin managed. He wasn't tempted. He was good.

Until you waltzed into his life. It was at a photoshoot. You were also set to get photographed by the same photographer.

Your shot was before his. As luck would have it, Jimin had arrived early and the staff invited him back.

He had seen you before. Your face was plastered over posters and billboards all across Seoul. None of it could compare to you in real life. None of them, not even the best photos that got the front page of magazines, came close to capturing all of you.

Jimin couldn't tear his eyes away from you as you posed. Your eyes strayed from the camera and settled on him for one brief flickering moment and that's all it took for Jimin to know he was a goner.

Then as if you hadn't even seen him at all your eyes settled back on the camera. Jimin hightailed it out of there and into the break room.

Water. He needed water. That's it, he was probably just dehydrated. Jin was always getting on his case about drinking more water. Something to drink and he would be just fine.

He had just cracked open the bottle and was about to take a sip when he heard you.

“Hey it's Jimin right?”

Slowly almost like a scene out of a movie Jimin turned. Only a few feet behind him there you were. Still in all the glam required for the photoshoot, obviously you had just finished. Jimin swallowed dryly, wishing he had drunk the water already. His tongue was sticking to the rook of his mouth. He managed one shaky nod.

“I'm Y/N.”

“I know.” Great, he had finally managed to say something and he sounded like an asshole.

You took it in stride, or maybe you just hadn't noticed

“Sorry for making you wait. Had some wardrobe issues so we went a little over time,” You said sheepishly.

Then as if it was the most natural thing in the world you reached around him and grabbed one of the water bottles on the counter.

Instantly your scent surrounded Jimin. His breath hitched before he settled on just holding his breath. This close he could see the rise and fall of your chest with each breath. He could see the smallest crease in your eye makeup, probably from laughing.

You leaned back like nothing had happened at all. Like you hadn't just thrown Jimin's code and way of life out the window. You hadn't noticed a thing at all.

Jimin's photo shoot didn't go as well as they usually did. His mind was elsewhere, his poses a little sloppy as he tried to listen to the staff. But everything just felt like static noise.

Ever since then you seemed to be everywhere. Or maybe Jimin was just now noticing your presence.

You were at every party. Every formal event. Always dressed exquisitely. Always looking perfect. Always distracting him.

The rest of his members took notice. They would cast each other looks every time Jimin's eyes strayed back to you.

Jimin tried his hardest not to think of you. To cast every thought of you from his mind. He would turn off the T.V if you came on screen. He would turn off his phone every time you were trending.

Yet everywhere he went. You were there. When he got seated next to you in a fashion stone all he could do was sit stone still. He listened to you gush about the pieces with your friend and it just made everything ten times worse.

Occasionally you would turn to Jimin and try to make small talk. Everytime you two were in the vicinity of him you tried to talk to him. Maybe you were just being polite but Jimin couldn't help but relish in it.

It was so unnatural for him. Jimin was used to making others flustered, not the other way around. He just had that effect, yet this time all of it was turned around on him.

All of it came to its peak on New Year's eve. Hoseok had insisted on throwing a party. Only certain people were invited. Mostly other Idols the group trusted and some personal friends.

You made an appearance. Something Jungkook who had made the guest list failed to mention.

You were beautifully done up and hanging off the arm of one of your friends. The two of you looked so comfortable together. You fit into that spot so perfectly Jimin started to wonder if the two of you were dating.

The thought made him so uncomfortable that he had to turn away. Jimin just missed the look Jungkook gave him.

Jimin poured himself a drink, the first one of the night.

“You alright man?” Jungkook asked.

“Yeah why?” Jimin took a sip and winced at the sharp taste of alcohol and way to sweet juice. Damn Taehyung and his strange drink concoctions.

“I dunno. Lately you've seemed…” Jungkook paused, not sure how to put it, “Strange. You know you can talk to me right? Any of us?”

He wanted to. So badly. He wanted to ramble endlessly about you. How you always managed to look so perfect. How you helped the staff that one time you spilt a drink. How you always kept a calm composure when something clearly ticked you off. How he thought about you every waking hour.

But he couldn't. They all knew about his code. How he felt about dating, especially dating another idol.

Jimin was afraid that he would agree. They would tell him it wasn't a good idea. Not worth the trouble. And then he wouldn't. Because he respected the options of his members, even if it killed him inside.

Yet he was also afraid they would tell him to stop being stupid. To go for it. That even if it ends horribly at least he had you. Even if it was for a little bit. If they held that opinion… Jimin didn't know what he would do.

So he settled on “I'm fine, just stressed about this next album.”

Jimin could tell Jungkook didn't buy it. Not even for a second. Not wanting to be questioned, Jimin slinked off to go find Jin and to avoid you.

He managed well. Jin was in the kitchen over seeing Taehyung's new drink ideas.

You were easy to avoid. Jimin could easily spot your form in the crowd. Pick out your laugh in the cacophony of voices.

Halfway through the party Namjoon came and found him, “Hey Min can you go grab the bottle of tequila I left out on the balcony? My hands are kind of full.”

Namjoon gestured with an arm full of coats. Jimin didn't even notice that most of the coats were the groups, which had already been started away in their respective closets.

“Oh so it's a tequila kind of party?” Jimin said with a smirk before he pushed himself away from the counter.

He worked his way through the crowd before he reached the glass doors leading out to the balcony. Jimin spotted the bottle, sitting on the patio table. He slipped out to quickly grab it.

But what he failed to notice was you, arms crossed and leaning over the balcony. Gazing up at the stars.

Jimin noticed you only a split second before you turned around.

“Oh hey Jimin,” you greeted. It was too late now for him to scamper back into the party.

“Hey. What are you doing out here?”

“Oh you know. Just needed a break from the party.”

Jimin hummed in acknowledgement.

“Care to join me?” You turned back around to look at the night sky once more.

“Well Namjoon asked me to-” Jimin looked over his shoulder back at the glass doors. What he saw cut his sentence short.

Yoongi was staring at him with a devious little smirk. When their eyes met Yoongi reached forward and turned the lock on the door.

God damn him. Jimin gestured widely at Yoongi, willing him to unlock the door. It's not like he could yell out and demand him to. Not with you standing there.

With a cheeky smile and wave Yoongi slinked off into the crowd. Leaving Jimin stranded on the patio with you.

“Do I bother you?” You asked.

Jimin swung back around so quickly he almost gave himself whiplash. You hadn't turned back around but there was a noticeable tension in your shoulders.

“What?” Jimin said bewildered, “No? What makes you say that?”

“It just seems like you've made it your life mission to avoid me.”

Jimin was starting to wish he had accepted the third drink Tae tried to shove into his hands. He could really use the extra liquid courage right now.

Damnit. Jimin thought to himself. Get it together. You're a grown man. Jimin Park.

Jimin breathed out a deep breath and came to rest against the railing with you. His eyes focused on the cityscape in front of you two. He couldn't trust himself to look directly at you. He might jump onto you and never let you go.

“I don't…. Dislike you.”

“Well it sure seems like you do.” You said quietly.

Jimins heart panged. This wasn't what he wanted.

“I'm sorry…”

“Listen. I know we don't know each other. And we don't have to. Let's just be civil? It's hard in this industry.”

No no no. This is NOT what he wanted. Not how he planned this to be. Jimin didn't want to be civil, he wanted to be yours.

“I want to… know you.”

“You don't have to spare my feelings Jimin.”

Jimins head whipped around. You still hadn't looked at him. Your jaw was clenched and your bottom lip was quivering as if you were about to cry.

“I'm not! I'm really not, Y/N I-” Jimin took a deep breathe “I like you. I really do.”

You were silent.

“I don't date…” Jimin said after a moment.

“Oh….Jimin…I really think I like you too… But I don't do hookups.” You said slowly.

“That's not what I meant… I mean usually I don't date. But I can't stop thinking about you. You make me want to throw that rule away and never look back.”

There were some cheers from the party. Then the countdown started.

You turned to face Jimin head on. Your eyes met his for the first time since he came out to the patio.

“Three!”

Jimin swallowed and his eyes flickered down to your lips.

“Two!”

“Jimin. Will you kiss me?”

“One!”

He pressed his lips to yours as cheers echoed out from the party.

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Ghost - Oscar Piastri x UnknownDriver! Reader Part 5

Plot: Reader is the first female F1 driver of the century, however no-one knows that as you are a ghost on the grid. You started in 2022, coming in P12 in the championship. You get moved to Red Bull Racing in 2023 with the off year for Sergio Perez.

Staring the 2024 season was nerve wracking. You’d only come to Red Bull on a 2 year deal of 2023 and 2024 until Sergio was supposed to come back.

So at the start of the season, this could have been your final year racing full stop.

The only people who had confirmed contracts past 2024 were Max (till 2028), Lando (till 2025), Oscar (till 2026) Valtteri (till 2025), Lewis (till 2025) and Lance because everyone knew that he’d keep his seat all the time his dad is bank-rolling Aston Martin.

Some people, like Logan weren’t confirmed to be driving in 2024 until the very last minute. Everyone was stressed.

Fast forward after the winter break and you’d had no talks with Christian about your seat.

Then the new on the 25th of January came.

Charles Leclerc Extends Ferrari Contract

And then again on the 26th of January …

Lando Norris Extends McLaren Contract.

But the worst, the one that caused you the most panic was the 1st of February.

Lewis Hamilton to Leave Mercedes

Lewis Hamilton to Join Ferrari in 2025.

And now you were panicking big time, with all these contract renewals, of team principles desperately trying to keep their drivers.

And yes, there was now a Mercedes seat free, but Lewis left for a reason and Lewis is the most loyal person let alone driver that you know. So there must have been a reason as to why he left. You just didn’t know what it was yet.

It also meant that a great driver like Carlos Sainz was now gunning for a seat … maybe even your seat.

And you couldn’t help but think that’s why Christian was holding out on renewing your contract.

But with the allegations against Christian, and everything else going on, there were no conversations being held on your behalf.

Nobody was reaching out to you, so you’d have to show the whose boss. You were going to prove that you could be the number 1 driver and you were going to prove you deserve your seat.

Testing came around and you were fast, faster than Max. You also had learnt after last season better tyre management. So your tyres were holding up well. And everyone could tell you were a better driver now than you were last season.

But again, you couldn’t tell right no who was and wasn’t pushing themselves while you were sandbagging and starting to doubt yourself as a driver. You ended up throwing yourself into training, and it was basically all you did. Sim Racing, Working Out, Diet planning. You hadn’t gone out with friends or family in months nervous for your first race in Bahrain.

All of your friends, specifically the ones on the grid were worried about you, knowing the pressures that came with their sport.

Lando Mando

Hey Y/N, haven’t heard from you in a while. Hoping you’re all okay! <3

Dutch Lion 🦁

Hey, what’s going on. You were quiet at testing :(?

AlbonO

Lily said you seemed of the other day … I agreed with her. You okay? 🫶🏼

No text from Oscar…

Bahrain came around far to quickly. And you were quiet. Thankful you weren’t on the media panel, you were just being asked by the Red Bull Social Media staff to do track walks, but they could all tell that you weren’t off highest spirits, and tired more with Max who had stopped pestering you.

Everyone was more worried at the fact you hadn’t replied but you were in fact at the races and actively on your phone.

They couldn’t help but think you were ignoring them, but little did they know, the ball of anxiety that sat in your chest and stomach got a little bit worse every-time you even thought if replying.

So you ignored them.

FP1 came and you were overthinking everything. You didn’t have to be insanely quick here, you just had to see how the car felt in Bahrain, and get comfortable with the track again. You hadn’t raced here in nearly a year now.

You ended it on P12.

The Sky Sports commentators assumed you were still sandbagging, which you and Max both had been in Pre Season Testing.

FP2 was later that day and you gained two places, feeling better when the guy in P2 in FP1 (Lando) was now all the way down in P20. That’s was the thing with Free Practices you could be anywhere on the board and I didn’t really until FP3 prove anything.

“Y/N can we have a minute of your time please!” An interviewer smiles kindly and you just nod, no words.

“How is the car feeling after today?” She asks and you nod.

“Good” you say.

“Yeah? Thats unsurprising with the year Red Bull had last year with not only a fantastic car but fantastic drivers. Do you feel as though that hardcore dominance you guys had last year is tightening up this year? ” she smiles and you nod.

“Yeah, I think it’s obvious who the top constructors are right now, and I think there will be teams out there to give us a run for our money” you admit with a shrug and the interviewer tenses a little at your blunt and very forefront replies.

“And is there any talks of any contract negotiations with you and any team on the grid” she asks and you freeze up a little before looking up at her.

“No there isn’t, thank you for your time” you say before walking away and back to the Red Bull Motorhome.

You slept awfully on the Thursday night, going into the Friday. FP3 came and again you improved coming in P8, however you could see Horners shake of ‘disapproval’ and you couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

Qualifying, which is as later in on the day came and with Max setting pole, you’d hoped to be quicker. And you weren’t, you ended up starting in P5.

Which in hindsight wasn't bad, but you were starting behind George and Carlos with Fernando next to you and Lando and Oscar behind you. You could see HIM in when you were getting into the car and in your rear view mirror as you did the formation lap.

"Now, before this race starts. It's important to note that today is very very important for so many drivers!" David says as the helicopter camera follows the cars on the formation lap.

"Mmmm yeah and why's that Crofty?" Ted asks.

"Well Ted, with that Mercedes seat open... and with so many contracts ending everyone, and I mean everyone will be looking to prove themselves in this race" David advises as they watch them come round one of the last corners.

"Yeah, particularly Y/N and Carlos. Obviously there's been no confirmation of either of there seats its just a waiting game really" he nods and then they wait for the lights to go out.

You have an insanely good get away, coming up right behind George and overtaking Carlos on the straight, getting onto the right side of turn 1, meaning you kept P4.

Over halfway through the race, you were now up to P2, having kept your tyres longer than most, and being able to keep up with softs for the end laps of the race.

You kept a steady flow behind Max with a small time gap. You were on fresher tyres and you were on the softs meaning you were statistically driving quicker than Max.

"Overtake?" you asked into the radio, you were basically riding Max's bumper at the point and you could tell that the tyres were starting to degrade more than they should have been.

"Horner doesn't want to loose a 1-2, he needs you to defend for Max. Plan C" he says and you huff. You understoof the team orders. If you overtook now, you were risking Charles taking over Max and splitting a 1-2. You fell back away from Max, attempting to create a DRS train behind you to give Max some lee-way ahead.

"You know, Y/N is such a fantastic driver. Team orders, basically make it so that she isn't going to get this win to help Max, but she knows it's helping the team in the long run. She's honestly one of the most loyal drivers I've ever seen. She's never fought against team orders..." one of the commentators admits as they watch Charles not be able to get round you and Carlos pulling up behind him going down the grid.

You ended up on the podium, next to Max and Charles on the otherside of him as you each lifted up your trophies and sprayed champagne at each other.

For people viewing it was the first time you looked genuinely happy since the start of the season laughing and messing with Charles and Max.

You hoped it was a feeling that would last throughout the rest of the season, especially if it was your last.

Oscar was there, at the podium despite coming P8. He watched as he was genuinely concerned for you after reports from his friends suggesting that you might not be okay.

He wanted to see, and despite everyone seeing that you were happy messing around, there was a moment when most eyes were probably on Charles and Max goofing around where you looked down wiping the champagne of your face and your eyes went back to the dull and unhappy look.

He was hurt by what you did, but he also hurt you back as a stupid and petty way of revenge and he didn't know how to fix that.

He needed to enlist the help of his closest confidents.

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𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 • 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐦

Jude noticing you in the crowd and makes a move

Genre: fluff

Warning: reader who isn't into football, Jude flirting (?)

Word count: 600

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x f reader

Author note: thanks for 15k followers. I'll try my best to write more tho

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Enjoy

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You weren’t really into football as others were. Your friends has managed to dragged you with them to see their favorite team real Madrid play against some other team they didn’t tell you about. You couldn’t even pretend you were interested as they were that’s why you were sitting in the crowd, nose deep in your phone while everyone else buzzed as they waited for the game to start.

“I’m so excited.” Your friend Tessa said beside you. Her legs bounced up and down as she looked out at the field.

“ I’m not excited.” You sighed, tucking your phone into your pocket. “I should have stayed home and studied.”

“Oh my gosh lighten up y/n!” your friend groaned, rolling her eyes. “you’re about to watch a bunch of men chase a ball. That’s way better than studying.” Your friend wrapped her arm around your shoulder. “maybe you’ll find some of them attractive. Like Eduardo Camavinga or Jude Bellingham. Oh here they come.”

Your friend squealed as a bunch of men ran on the field. You eyed them as they ran out to do some warming up.

You were about to look away until one caught your eye. “who’s that?” you pointed at one on the field.

“Oh that’s Jude Bellingham. Hot right?” she turned away to engage in conversation with your other friend. All you could do is nod.

He was extremely attractive. More attractive than any man you’ve ever laid your eyes on.

You tried to tear your eyes away from him, but you couldn’t. You stared at him for what felt like forever. That was until his eyes met yours.

Instantly you looked away, heat growing on your cheek. When you looked back at him after a few seconds his eyes were still on you.

You had to be dreaming. Was he looking at someone else? You turned around noticing nobody else barely filled the section you were in.

You turned back to the field to realize Jude was no longer in the spot he was in before. Your attention turned back to your phone, trying to distract yourself. Before long the game started. You watched the players run back and forth, kicking the ball between each other. Everyone around you grew excited and nervous every time the ball got closer to each goal.

What you did know was the ball needed to go in the net and that’s what happened around the 30th minute of the game when Jude kicked it in.

The crowd interrupted in cheers at their Starboy. You smiled watching all his team mates crowd him. He then did his famous celebration and grabbed his shirt showing off the Madrid badge. He found himself pointing in your direction, winking at you as he did so.

You weren’t sure if it was directed at you or not. Soon you found out.

The score was 3-1 when the game was over. Everyone flooded out of the stadium but you and your friends lingered for a bit.

“ma’am you heard from behind you.” You turned around to see a guy you assumed was staff by the real Madrid badge on his suit.

“can you come with us. Someone would like to see you.”

You were confused but you told your friends to get going and you’ll meet them later before following the man.

He took you out of the stands in down through the tunnel. You followed him into a long hallway that was full of people.

“stay right here.” You stopped as he said. You watched him walk away, disappear into a room then emerging with the 6ft tall footballer Jude Bellingham.

He smiled when he saw you standing there. Your breath hitched when he walks towards you. He was walking towards you!!

“ I’m sure you saw me staring and pointing at you like a weirdo.” Jude leaned up against the wall beside you. “ I’m Jude.” He stuck out his hand waiting for you to shake it.

You laughed slightly. “yeah I noticed. I’m y/n.”

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I know cliff hanger. Im not sorry

[eirakairos]

Leader of Onychinus 2

A/N: The sequel to the first L&Ds fic I wrote but in Sylus' waking up and most are his POV

Previous Chapter

Words: 2,702

Tags: Hurt/comfort, Sylus being grumpy but for good reason this time, MC being stubborn, minor violence and injury

Sylus hears things and sees dreams when he is in that deep sleep. He hears your voice, being worried, crying, all of your hopes and distresses. He sees you in his dreams, you being in his arms, holding your hand and smiling at him. He wanted to wake up so bad just to quell your sadness. He wondered… You should’ve been in Linkon, but maybe he doesn’t know time as he only has consciousness.

Bright lights almost blind Sylus as he can open his eyes, the beeps in the vitals get more active as the nurse sees him being conscious. His sight was blurry, adjusting to the light, then seeing doctors and staff rushing to him. They saw the doctor order to send a message afterward before he went to take another rest.

He heard your voice again, being so relieved. He did wonder why you are still here, by his orders in situations like this, you should be back in Linkon. Maybe you are as stubborn as he expected, maybe you insisted on checking on him. He heard Luke and Kieran bantering with you, that you should prioritize yourself first, to which he agrees. He wanted to see and hold you so badly.

Sylus finally woke up and was checked on again. He hates being bedridden this long after a battle. Sylus was already back at work but on his bed, checking his emails and transactions about what happened when he was gone. He hummed, seeing that Onychinus didn’t fall or explode.

“Boss!” He heard Luke and Kiera rush in after opening the door. He raised his eyebrow at seeing them panting and wearing more casual clothing yet their masks were still on. They also show a lot of bandages on their arms and faces.

“It seemed you two went to such a fun party,”

“The transactions went well in the past days, we tried to calm down the investors and reassured them you are well. Not that they want to take it over or anything,” Kieran said. “We already have stations in this area,” Luke followed as he pointed to the map of N109 Zone, which shows their expansion. They have been struggling to take it over due to disputes but they finally managed to do so. Sylus hummed, a bit impressed by this circumstance. He is glad that on the surface level, there’s not much going on.

“I assumed many people wanted to sabotage the base and conquer since I’m… Away,” Sylus said. “Yes, boss, but we are two steps ahead. Since you prepared a plan for this with us,” Luke confirmed. 

“Tomorrow I was advised I’m well enough to be discharged, but no physical activities as they say,” Sylus said. “Get ready, we have a lot of things to settle,”

“Yes, boss,”

He closed his tablet and finished the report meeting.

“How is she?” Sylus asked. He was worried and wanted to see you, but not like this. He wanted to be well enough to do normal things with you and not be a liability.

“She is well. She is in Linkon, as you ordered,” the twins answered.

Sylus was relieved internally. “Good,”

Sylus has to make sure that the N109 Zone is relatively safe enough for you to travel. He has to make sure of where the “loyalties” lie and if are on his side. He missed you dearly, hence why he is taking it against the other rival groups that might be involved in the ambush. He was only checking on them, the leader and its underlings were surprised to see Sylus.

“Onychinus really are bastards,” the leader said spitting out blood after being beaten up. “At least this is better than the previous one,” he dared say. Sylus raised his eyebrow. “Previous?”

“You appointed someone else, right? He is much more gruesome, as I heard,” the boss coughed. Sylus gripped him harder using his energy manipulation. “That was not a previous, but let’s say a temporary… Replacement, now everything is dealt with… The real one returns,” he said before his hand turned into a fist, finishing the man. The man’s statement did pique his curiosity.

As he went to multiple groups, his eyes squinted more and more. He is hearing about the person who was the boss of Onychinus. He heard of him being more cruel and punishing, his methods were more violent and had no mercy. Fear envelopes them when he questions them, either through eyewitness accounts or rumors. He learned that he is wearing a crow mask with his black cloak with red streaks as he often wears to his business deals. He was a lot shorter and his voice was in a deeper pitch.

As he is in his room, looking at his emails and Mephisto roaming around Linkon to check on you. You were getting ready for bed, sat down, and put ointment on your arm. Sylus hummed as he called Mephisto back to base.

Mephisto cawed and flew to his arm when he arrived. He was checking the previous recordings on the days he was out and he noticed there were a lot of jumps in the timestamps. Mephisto sent his report to him daily, expecting that in those days, many activities were going on but he felt something happened.

“Mephisto, Alpha access 04-18,” he said clearly. Mephisto’s wing revealed a silver metal feather underneath. Sylus plucked it from Mephisto and placed his thumb on the thumbnail scanner. After it scanned, something clicked and a memory card was opened.

He placed the card on his laptop and looked at the files.

“You will, if you want Onychinus to survive,” You said.

“We gave our word to our Boss, same as yours,” Kieran said.

“He doesn’t need to know. I just need your promise on this,” you said.

The video showed Mephisto flying towards your shoulder.

“We are at your service… Boss,”

Sylus exhaled, his face showing he was unhappy about this discovery but was interested in prying more.

“Okay, so we created this mask for you… And tailored this coat based on Boss’ design,” Kieran said. Kieran gave you the mask and coat. “Do you remember the training course we did about being the boss?” Luke asked. “Who knew that would go handy,” Kieran said. You nodded and smiled at the memory of Sylus arranging a scenario of you being a boss in disguise. You remembered going to that fancy mall and wearing sunglasses with him.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Luke asked. Sylus sees your determined face and wears the mask and coat. “Yes,” you said, the voice already activated to change to a deep voice. The twins looked nervous but they assisted you anyway.

In the next video, there is a lot of screaming and gunshots. Mephisto is near the window seeing the carnage.

“Who are you?! Sylus is already gone!” One of the rival leaders screamed. You stepped on his shoulder. “You are one of the leaders who orchestrated the ambush,” You said. Despite the voice changer, Sylus can tell you are definitely pissed off. You pulled the hammer of your gun and it clicked, then pointed it at his head. “Wait! Wait! I’ll exchange it! Please, don’t!” he screamed. You stopped. “The Silvanus, I’ll give it to Onychinus!” You tilted your head and looked at Luke and Kieran. “It’s the area Boss wanted to conquer but wasn’t able to, it's been in a dispute for years,” Luke whispered, it's low but was able to be picked up by Mephisto. You looked back and thought about it. You retracted your gun and motioned your fingers as you left the room, ordering the twins to “beat the hell out of him and clean the place up”.

The following videos show more violence. You are asserting dominance at a fast pace, finishing them off one by one. From you being feeble in the boss training to exceeding expectations in controlling Onychinus, you sometimes go with his business meetings and was either in trouble (him) or in trouble. You sometimes act as his arsenal or aid or tangled in the mess. But this time, you intentionally bring the trouble.

The next one shows the complete opposite. You were in the room, watching Sylus recovering. Mephisto was on your shoulder, most likely just coming from a mission.

“Sylus, my beloved, how are you doing?” You asked. You hold his still hand. “You know I realized being a boss is hard… But I’m doing my best, Mephisto is not recording this anyways so you’ll not know,” you chuckled. “So please wake up soon, I’m happier if you are leading this than I am… I’m going to the last group in my list,” you spoke softly. “After this, I’ll return to Linkon, just there waiting for you…” you sighed as you teared up. “If you are seeing what is happening, you're probably not going to believe it. But I… I’ll burn the world for you,” You said. You kiss his forehead before the video cuts off.

Sylus stopped for a bit, feeling something at the lengths you did for him. He played the next video, supposed to be the last group in your list. It was all loud and all over the place. You screamed in pain as you were down before the twins covered you. Sylus was alerted, eyes glued to the screen. You three did survive but didn’t stay long as you ran to the car back to the base. Even Mephisto was cawing as if he would report to Sylus, seeing you bloodied and pale. He saw you holding to your side as the twins panicked that you needed to be prioritized otherwise, hell would fall on everyone.

“Luke! Kieran!” He yelled as he returned the memory card and the feather to Mephisto.

“I need a truthful answer… Is she well?” Sylus asked, glaring at the twins and crossing his arms.

The two are kneeled and their heads down. Sylus is not that angry at them, as he knows you are behind all of this and takes no for an answer. They also did their best to protect you, they are the only thing you got if Sylus is not available.

“Boss, she is well now… But before, she nearly…” Luke said. Sylus’ eyes narrowed, intensely staring at them. “We were able to bring her for medical attention, she insisted on seeing you as you were awake that time,” he followed. “Boss, she really was stubborn, yet… She did the boss thing well. She returned to Linkon after seeing you resting. We did monitor her healing progress,” Sylus walked back and forth, remembering the time you were putting ointment when he saw you through Mephisto, realizing it was ointment for your minor injuries.

“Pick her up after I call her in an hour,”

“Yes, sir!”

Sylus is carrying you to his chambers. You remain quiet as you still feel guilty and Sylus is angry at you. He calmed down but his glare was intense whenever his eyes were directed at you.

He laid you down and lifted your shirt. “Hey!” you were alarmed but stopped realizing he was checking on your bandage. Satisfied it is healing well, he lifted down your shirt. “Sylus- I-” Before you could respond, he embraced your hips, his head on your chest, and buried his face there. “Sylus…” You heard him sigh deeply. “I’d rather see Onychinus be in danger than see you hurt,” his breathing shuddered, savoring the beats of your heart. Your hand went to his head and patted it gently. “You figured it all out,” you sighed. “I told you… You can’t escape my influence in the N109 Zone, alive or dead. So you intend to hide this from me all the way?” He asked and looked at you, the tone of his voice had a hint of anger but his face had sadness. “I don’t do secrets well, sweetie, especially if it's being hidden from me,”

“I do intend to tell you… But not this soon…” You answered. He hummed. “If you weren’t able to make it in that last mission,” Sylus said. “I will burn the world,” His eyes show intensity, showing intent. You don’t dare the leader of Onychinus.

“I didn’t expect that to happen,” You said. “I was on the opposite side… I didn’t even think of ruling it, I only said it as a joke. But I had to take it because it's important to you, you worked hard to attain it… Despite it being illegal,” you said dryly.

Sylus chuckled. “Well, I guess I got successful in bringing you to the dark side,” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes. He moved a bit, but still, his arms were around you being careful of your bandage, but he looked more relaxed now.

“You’re still not out of the loop yet, sweetie,” Sylus interrupted as if he could read her mind. “I still need to think of your punishment,”

“Hey, everything went well!” You exclaimed. “Onychinus is still standing! You’re well! I’m okay!”

Sylus suddenly moved, making you squeak. He is towering over you as you lie down under him, his hands grabbing your wrists. “Your punishment: You will not leave N109 Zone until you are fully recovered,”

“What?! I can’t do that!” You said. “I have a job!”

“Well, sources tell me that you’re on medical leave for a month and a remote job after due to this obvious condition,” he said, as you both looked down at your side where the wound was. “If needed, like when you are required to attend an event or see friends, I can allow you to go back to Linkon,”

“And why would I follow what you tell me to do?!” You struggled. Sylus glared, his hands tightening your wrists. “Kitten,” he said with a threatening tone. “I uphold my word, the same to you when we talked about you returning to Linkon. Now we do the other way around since you didn’t leave when I told you to,” he shifted. “Do you think that you can just leave after conquering my empire and almost losing your life in the process?” He glared at you, you could see traces of his worry showing in his eyes. He almost lost you that day and he was intentionally not informed about it.

“I…” You said you were unable to come up with any excuse. There was silence between you two, you looked away as Sylus continues to glare. He exhaled deeply.

“And I have plans,” Sylus said, loosening his grasp to her wrists. “A vacation… Might as well make your long leave worthwhile,” he smiled a little. You missed Sylus a lot and he doesn’t want to let you go, so it would be good for both of you, especially for you. “Aren’t you busy because of the whole Onychinus thing?” You asked.

“Well, it all has been taken care of,” he reassured. “The previous… Boss did a lot of work on my return,” he smirked. “But the influence had gone wider and stronger this time. Now, I have other priorities than Onychinus,”

“What is it?” You asked. Sylus took your hand and kissed it.

“Taking care of my queen who I told to leave but didn’t and now I wanted her to stay but is objecting,”

There was a comfortable silence, with you blushing to that sudden endearment.

“I heard stories about the boss of Onychinus… They feared her,” he continued. “I guess the training did pull off… Or is it the rage for revenge?” He hummed. You looked away, you were fueled with revenge when dealing with the people who ambushed Sylus. The tease this man does to you, whether you like to admit it or not.

But the boss thing has to end, you think it doesn’t suit you. It’s perfect for Sylus, though. “What if there is a one-off battle between the two bosses though?” You wondered. You remembered the time when you got tricked by him. You barely had the chance to retaliate yet you can try. Sylus looked at you and approached your face, his lips hovering over yours.

“Then I surrender, boss,”

[pnutbutter-n-j-elyy]

Chan x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Suicide, Death, Grief, Slight Age Gap, Life after loss, Cursing, Angst, Blood, Brother's Friend, Manic Behavior, Depression, Panic Attacks

If you or someone you know is suffering from suicidal ideation or thoughts of harming themselves, please reach out for help. You never know when someone's last day will be; no one ever does. But if you can help - even just a tiny bit, sometimes a word, text, or even a call can be a catalyst for positive change.

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pt3 Part Four

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You’d spent nearly two months now as a trainee, a time marked by endless hours of vocal lessons, dance practice, and media training. Days blurred into nights; and the rhythm of your life was dictated by the pulse of the company’s expectations.

While it wasn't as harsh for you, considering you had three former idols and a well-known manager acting as your safeguards, it still was relentless. You barely had time to even think. Which in a sense was a relief, but in another sense, it made your life seamless; but not in a good way, in a way that was unhuman- but still more human than how you had been living the previous months.

Christmas had passed in a whirlwind of obligations- no time to linger in the nostalgia of it, no time to feel anything at all, really. You had called your parents, who were doing better. You called them almost daily; they had settled down a few miles away from where your house had been previously, but your mom already had talks of coming closer to you. Even though you encouraged her to stay a bit longer.

You were constantly moving, constantly working. Maybe that was the point. Maybe if you stayed busy enough, there would be no room for the grief to catch up to you. And with your parents being in the same area as you; grief would be given those magical little mushrooms and almost immediately reach you.

Not that you consciously realized that since you didn’t like to think about it too much; but it was hard not to notice how often you threw yourself into the work, into every last detail of your routine. As if you were using everything as a distraction; and gaslit yourself into believing it wasn't. So, you worked and worked. As if you let yourself stop, even for a second, you would realize that you were burying things instead of working on them.

Your days were packed with duties. Currently, you were prepping for your first real appearance on a variety show, the kind Hajun had always talked about- the kind he’d been on countless times with his group. It should have felt like an exciting milestone, but instead, it was another thing to check off the list; and it was a source of anxiety. You weren't sure if you were ready for this. So soon after you had begun this journey.

But it wasn't like you had much of a choice.

Someone random person had leaked a photo of you and Haru grabbing lunch after practice last week, which sparked someone else to release images of you, Haru and Jiho at a park. And now the public was convinced you were dating Haru and did everything in their power to find your identity. Which wasn't inherently hard for true fans.

You could hear the whispers in the hallways whenever you passed by other trainees or staff, the gossip trailing behind you. How foreigners had no place in the industry if they could get into scandals so easily; how your brother must have been disappointed. How it was "disgusting" how you had gotten with your brother's best friend once he passed away. Haru corrected them, but you didn't bother correcting them. It's not like they believed what people told them when they were so deluded themselves. Besides, it was easier that way, to let people believe what they wanted. It kept the real truth at bay- the truth you were avoiding, the truth that came with Hajun's name attached to it.

The bustling energy of the building felt like a comfort today, the perfect kind of chaos to drown out the noise in your own head. This particular studio was enormous, multiple sets filling the space, the air buzzing with activity. Haru was by your side as always, quietly protective as the two of you made your way to the set where your interview would take place.

His presence reminded you of that feeling when the sun breaks through a cloudy sky- not all at once, but in small, soft rays that slowly warm your skin. It wasn’t the overwhelming comfort that came from loud reassurances, but rather the steady heartbeat of someone who knew what it meant to stay by your side without asking for anything in return.

He was now your spring, still warm and alive, even as the flowers of the past had wilted.

Although, neither of you had dived into your feelings about Hajun's suicide, it was visibly upsetting to both of you. You wished you had the courage to ask Haru how he was.

Did his hurt hurt the same as yours?

But avoidance was how you coped. And it seemed that's how Haru coped as well.

Which is why you found yourself here to begin with.

You reached the set and found yourself seated in front of a large, blinding array of lights, the cameras rolling as soon as you were in position.

The interviewer was lively and animated, going through the usual questions- your training experience, your upcoming plans, the challenges you faced. You answered with a practiced calm, each word carefully chosen, each answer rehearsed.

You made sure that your previously bright personality was showing. It had much since dimmed, but you had to act for the camera. You had always been quite similar to your brother when it came to kindness and empathy, but while Hajun was like a little butterfly, flitting around and impacting hundreds of people's lives, your love came out in much quieter ways to those you decided to be around.

Which wasn't many, considering you were somewhat of a loner in school, and didn't have much time outside of work and other activities to make those friends.

But regardless, you faked as if you had a million friends. As if you were him.

And you weren't you.

All was going well until the interviewer shifted into murkier waters, tilting their head with a curious smile before leaning in slightly.

"So, you’re Hajun’s little sister. We've established this- but everyone’s been saying you don’t really look like him. Are you sure you’re related?" The interviewer chuckled, and so you gave out a nervous laugh before your breath nearly stopped all together in an instant.

The question hit you like a punch to the gut. Someone else saying his name triggered a response that you didn't know what to feel about. When you really thought about, how many time had you spoken his name out loud? You heard the boys metnion it frequently, but did you ever here a stranger?

Yourself?

"Well, I’m adopted, so we don’t share any physical resemblance," your reply was hesitant albeit your voice steady and mind reeling.

The interviewer laughed awkwardly, clearly oblivious to the weight of their words. "Oh! Right, of course. Well, it must be tough, stepping into the same industry where he was such a star. Do you feel any pressure to live up to his legacy?"

Your heart pounded in your chest, the familiar ache creeping up from the back of your mind. You hadn’t let yourself think about Hajun in weeks, not in any real, tangible way. And now here it was, being brought up so casually, like it was just another topic to toss around. You swallowed hard, the corners of your mouth tightening as you searched for the right words.

You could see Haru shifting in the wings, his gaze flickering toward the interviewer, and you could feel his unease. "Of course there’s some pressure," you said finally, your voice softer. "But I'm doing it for him so I have to overlook that..."

The interviewer nodded, seemingly satisfied with your answer, but the tension in the air remained thick. You focused on getting through the rest of the interview, your responses becoming more automatic and your now seemingly eternal sullen demeanor poking through as you went along.

When it finally ended, you felt like you could breathe again. You stood up, stretching your stiff limbs as you walked towards Haru, the later moving closer, giving you a reassuring nod. "You handled that well."

"Did I? I'm pretty sure I just went on auto pilot..." you replied with a soft laugh, more out of exhaustion than humor. You rubbed the back of your neck, feeling the weight of the day start to settle on your shoulders.

As the two of you exited the set, you couldn’t help but glance around the building. The energy had shifted since you arrived, and now it felt like the whole place was 10x more alive with activity. Haru was talking quietly to one of the staff members as you continued down the hallway, your mind still swirling from the interview.

You'll have to get used to this. People will ask all the time.

You passed by another set, not paying much attention at first, but something of a sixth sense tugged at your awareness. A familiar figure stood near the entrance, casually chatting with a few people around him. It took a second for it to click, but when it did, your heart skipped a beat.

It was Chris. You almost didn’t recognize him at first- his hair was slightly different, and an effortless confident aura was surrounding him, although something about him screamed at deep seeded insecurity and doubt.

He was short. Much shorter than you had expected. And he was wearing an outfit that was appealing to the toned muscles in his arms. He was smiling widely and laughing; his noticeably large nose scrunching up in a way you couldn't find yourself describing in any other way other than adorable. You had never seen him in person, but it was definitely him, and suddenly, everything around you felt like it had slowed down.

He hadn’t seen you yet, still focused on his conversation, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away. You hadn’t spoken in weeks, and you’d convinced yourself it was because you were busy with your training and he was busy with his comeback.

Not the fact that deep down you felt like a burden, and that you'd strangely rather burden Hajun's group members rather than someone who continued with a different type of liveliness and life than you and the rest of the people in your had. You had told yourself it didn’t matter, that you were both just wrapped up in your own lives and that it wouldn't hurt not texting him.

You had even taken that as a means of stowing those letters away. Not even looking at them; trying to forget about their existence in the whole.

But seeing him now, right in front of you, made you realize how much you had missed the interactions with him.

And sparked a want to open up another one of those letters.

But it also made you slightly angry.

How could he be smiling so effortlessly? Why couldn't he feel the pain I feel when I try to smile that effortlessly?

"Hey, are you okay?" Haru’s voice broke through your thoughts, and you blinked, pulling your gaze away from Chris.

"Yeah," you said, forcing a smile. "I’m fine."

But as you took a deep breath and prepared to walk away, something told you that this encounter wasn’t over yet.

Do I ... want it to be over?

Haru noticed the subtle shift in your demeanor almost immediately and hesitance in continuing to where you were going. He wasn’t the type to miss anything, when it came to you - and especially now that Juju was gone. His eyes narrowed slightly, following your gaze to the man you were staring at. "What is it...did you see someone you know?" His voice was soft, but there was a hint of confusion, maybe even concern. You didn't blame him it wasn't like you should really know anyone. Maybe just in passing; but even then, it should be people in your company.

You blinked again, shaking yourself from your trance. "Oh, um, yeah, kinda...Chris," you muttered, barely loud enough for him to hear. Your heart was still racing from the unexpected sight of him, the weight of everything unsaid between you suddenly pressing down on your chest.

"Chris... whose Chris- wait like… Bang Chan? That Chris?" Haru’s confusion deepened as he looked from you to where Bangchan was standing and back again.

He’d heard the name before, of course. Everyone knew Stray Kids, and Haru had worked in the industry long enough to cross paths with them a few times. But you’d never mentioned that you knew him- let alone well enough for this kind of reaction.

You nodded, your voice a little shaky. "Yeah… we haven’t spoken in a while." Your words were hesitant, unsure of how much to reveal to Haru. Even though he was your protector, your confidant, this was a part of your life that felt different. Personal in a way that even he couldn’t touch.

"You've met him in person?"

"No, no...Hajun..." You took a breath and told Haru what you had yet to tell him. "Hajun left a box of letters...I found a polaroid with Chris's number..." You expected Haru to freak out; ask more questions.

You could tell he wanted to ask more- there was no way he didn't. He would want closer for his best friend's suicide. But instead he nodded, not showing much reaction at all an glanced back at Chris, who still in conversation with his groupmates, completely unaware of your presence.

"Do you want to talk to him?" he asked, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

Did you? Part of you wanted to run in the opposite direction, to avoid the awkwardness of a meeting you weren’t sure you were ready for. But another part of you- one you didn’t want to admit to- longed to interact with him again, to close the distance that had grown between you in the weeks of silence; and start a new kind of friendship, where you could rely on him; on he made you promise to have once you had arrived. A promise you had somewhat long since broken.

"I don’t know," you finally admitted. "I wasn’t expecting to see him..." Seeing Chris had stirred up emotions you’d buried, much like the way you’d tried to push down thoughts of Hajun. But now, both were threatening to surface at once.

And those emotions… they were indescribable. Emotions that were strange and strong and seemed to take root somewhere deep within, stirring something that felt unfamiliar, yet undeniable. It was as if a part of you recognized something before your mind could catch up, like a memory you couldn’t place or a name on the tip of your tongue. It made your breath hitch, your pulse quicken- not from fear, but from something else entirely. Something you didn’t know how to understand, not yet, and maybe not ever. You weren’t sure if you wanted to.

Haru gave you a thoughtful look, as if trying to read your mind. "You don’t have to do anything," he said gently. “We can leave if you want.”

You chewed your bottom lip, torn. "Maybe… let’s just wait a bit," you replied, unsure of how to explain what you were working through. It was like your feet were glued to the floor, unable to move, as if something in the universe was telling you that you couldn’t walk away from this moment. Not yet.

Haru crossed his arms, looking like he wanted to say something more, but then he just nodded. "Alright." He stayed by your side, a quiet pillar of support, even though you could feel his confusion. Haru wasn’t used to seeing you like this- so indecisive, so unsure. He’d always been the steady one. But now, you could sense his curiosity, his unease, his need to understand what was going on.

You glanced back at Chris, taking in the sight of him. He was laughing at something one of his members said, the sound of it hitting you once more in a way you hadn’t anticipated. The laugh brought a warmth to your chest, like a reminder of something familiar, something you couldn’t quite forget.

As if sensing your stare, Chris glanced around, his eyes scanning the area before they landed on you. Time seemed to slow as his gaze locked with yours. His smile faltered, recognition dawned on his face, and for a moment, it felt like the entire room disappeared, leaving just the two of you standing in the middle of it.

His eyes widened slightly; surprise written all over his features. He opened his mouth to say something, but whatever words he had seemed to vanish as quickly as they came.

You could feel Haru watching you, still confused but more attuned to your feelings than you wanted to admit. "Do you want me to go?" he whispered, sensing the change in the air. His question was gentle, but you could hear the underlying tone of protectiveness. He was ready to stay or leave, depending on what you needed.

You shook your head, eyes still fixed on Chris. "No, stay," you murmured, not fully trusting yourself to handle this alone. You didn't know why. Within minutes of talking to Chris on the phone you had already handed your trust over to him.

Maybe you just wanted that grounding presence with you. Needed it.

The air between you and Chris seemed to thicken as the reality of your first in-person encounter sank in. You could feel the silent anchor beside, but the weight of the moment pulled your attention fully to the man across the room. And without even noticing it you stepped towards him.

Chris's eyes were locked on yours, his expression shifting from surprise to something softer, almost like recognition mingled with disbelief. It was as if he was trying to connect the dots in his mind, piecing together the familiarity from your text exchanges with the image of you standing in front of him for the first time.

His group members that were standing with him- Han, Felix, and Seungmin- seemed to notice the change in Chris's demeanor, glancing in your direction with curious looks. Han leaned closer to Chris, whispering something that made Chris shake his head slightly, as if telling him to wait. Felix, who had been mid-conversation, raised an eyebrow but didn’t press, though his eyes flickered toward you with interest.

You shifted uncomfortably under the collective gaze, feeling the pressure of the moment weighing down on your shoulders. Haru’s voice cut through the tension, low and steady. "It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything right now, Hime." The Japanese flowed quickly ff his tongue and you hmmed in response. His words were meant to reassure, but the knot in your stomach tightened.

Chris took a tentative step forward, his gaze still locked on yours, as if he was trying to figure out what to say. His members exchanged glances, sensing the unspoken tension between you two but keeping their distance, clearly curious about what was unfolding. Seungmin was the first to break away, giving a small nod to Han and Felix before stepping aside, giving Chris space. Han followed Seungmin next, but Felix stayed by his Hyung's side.

"Y/N?" Chris’s voice was quiet, almost hesitant, but still happy, as if he wasn’t entirely sure it was really you standing there. His accent, thicker in person, wrapped around your name in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. It was a sound you’d only ever heard through phone calls, and now it felt different- more real, more personal.

He had seen pictures of you for the first time floating around after you arrived; they were never that good of quality, but he gauged what you looked like from- but seeing you in person was different. The first thought coming to mind being-

She's beautiful.

You took a breath.

Haru, sensing your hesitation, subtly stepped back to give you space. He glanced at Chris, then at Felix, his protective instincts clearly on alert for some strange reason but trusting you to navigate this moment.

Chris, for his part, seemed just as unsure. His eyes flickered with recognition and something else- maybe relief?- as if he’d been wondering when or if this day would ever come; or as if he had been anxious without your texts. As if those texts were a fulfillment to his late friend

"I didn’t… I didn’t know you were going to be here," he said, a small, almost awkward smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He glanced at Haru and the others who were now coming to stand nearby; Jiho and Sunwoo returning from their own meeting with some segemtn hosts; Sunwoo in the middle of masticating an entire donut in one go. Then back at you.

"Are you, um… here for the variety show?" He rubbed at the back of his neck.

You nodded, finally finding your voice. "Yeah… just- just filming something. What about you?" The question was simple, but the weight of everything unspoken between you hung heavy in the air.

Chris let out a breath, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. "Same. We’re doing a bit for a show too. I didn’t expect… well, I didn’t expect to see you here. I thought it would be a bit longer before you were appearing on shows..."

The rest of his members had shown up to members to linger nearby, and you could feel their eyes on you, though they kept a respectful distance. Han, who had been standing closest to Chris earlier came back and gave him a gentle nudge, a playful smirk on his face. “You know her, Hyung?” His tone was light, but there was curiosity in his eyes. "Hello, Noona."

"I'm actually younger than all of you..." You said sheepishly, Han's face turning a delicate pink. And Jeongin's eyes widening.

"AH Hyung-ah!!! Is this the girl you were talking to on the phone that one night?!" The rest of the members turn to Jeongin then turn to Chris, mischevious smiles creeping up on some of their faces.

"Before any of you say anything it's not like that but yes we’ve been in touch.” He locked eyes with you. "She's Hajun's little sister. The maknae of Eclips3..."

The members looked at you and fell silent, their smiles falling slightly as well.

Felix, standing shot you rueful smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. Chris has talked about you to me quite a lot."

You felt your face heat up at the mention, causing a smile to erupt from Felix while glancing at Chris, who looked equally flustered. He cleared his throat, avoiding your gaze for a moment. "Yeah, well… you know… it’s-" He stumbled over his words, clearly not expecting to be called out in front of you.

"It's okay. It'd make sense that you'd bring up Hajun's sister in the midst of Hajun's death." Haru stepped forward closer to you once more, his body heat instantly connecting with yours.

Chris’s expression shifted, softening at the mention of Hajun. He nodded slowly, his eyes meeting yours again. "I know. I…I’m sorry, Y/N. I don't think I ever got the chance to say that. At least not truly." His voice was quieter now, more serious, and the sincerity in his words hit you in a way that made your chest tighten.

For a moment, the noise of the bustling set faded into the background, and it was just you, Chris, and the shared understanding of loss hanging between you.

An understanding that you were sure of hit less hard than it did for you- but an understanding that hit all of you.

"It's fine. We all lost him." You hated the presence of annoyance in your voice. But you just wanted to forget. At this point you didn't want to mention him.

Why was that...?

You could feel the tension in the air change, though it wasn’t something easily identifiable. And with the shift in change Haru’s hand came to rest lightly on the small of your back, his stance just a little too close, as if to remind you that he could guide you out of this building, you guys could leave at any time you wanted just to say the word.

Felix’s curiosity sparked once more though, his gaze flicking between you, Haru, and Chris with a thoughtful expression. He shifted his weight, leaning slightly closer to Chris. "Did you know Hajun well? You mentioned him before but I never heard much." His question was casual, but with underlying note of intrigue; but you could feel the other members wince at how flippantly he spoke of the dead. But deep down you didn't blame him the mystery of how Chris fit into your world, would have been a point of questioning for you as well.

Chris’s face had mixture of nostalgia and sadness flicker across it, then he smiled.

Smiled.

"Yeah… Hajun and I were best friends during our trainee days. We went through a lot together before he switched companies." He looked up in the sky, a smile still on his face as he thought of the memories. "We kept in touch even after that- he debuted but found time to visit - even visited in Australia once or twice- but then came my turn and we were both too busy... I didn't get to see him much in the last few years, just at a few celebrations, but he was so popular I couldn't even say hello without getting stampeded. I loved him like a brother. And did all thew way up until his death. And I will forever. Life just… got in the way..."

There was a familiarity in the way Chris spoke about Hajun, something deeper than just passing acquaintances. The sudden reminder of how intertwined their lives had been before their paths diverged pulled at the grief you had tried so hard to bury. The loss was not just yours; it stretched far beyond the confines of your family, touching people like Chris who had shared formative years with your brother.

Haru, ever perceptive, shifted slightly beside you. His expression remained neutral - but not after a small crack in his mask- as if the pain and past Chris was sharing could relate to him; and how he felt. The way his arm seemed to hover protectively near you didn’t go unnoticed by Chris though. The subtle tension between them grew palpable, and you could see Chris’s eyes flicker between the two of you, a shadow of uncertainty crossing his features.

Haru stared him down as well, and you didn't notice it- not that you would have understood why even if you did.

Felix, ever the one to break the silence, raised an eyebrow and threw a playful look at Han, though his question was pointed. "So, Haru, you’ve been looking out for Y/N a lot, huh?" His tone was teasing, but there was a knowing glint in his eye. The rumors of you and Haru dating hadn’t gone unnoticed, especially among the gossip-loving industry insiders.

Haru’s response was immediate, his voice firm but not defensive. "She’s family to us. Hajun’s little sister." His gaze was steady, but the emphasis on the word ‘family’ was hard to miss, even though his body language suggested something more. His fingers brushed lightly against your arm, a touch meant to comfort but that also deepened the protective stance he had taken since you stepped into the building.

You could feel Chris’s eyes on Haru, now noticing the subtle calculation in his gaze as he tried to piece together what was going on. The rumors of you and Haru were now a constant murmur in the background ever since you’d appeared alongside the remaining members of Eclips3. Though you hadn’t paid them much attention, you could sense that they affected how others perceived your relationships- particularly with Haru.

Chris knew in the back of his mind that rumors usually had no substance, but for some reason this one- the thought of you being with Haru tugged at him in an odd manner.

Weird.

Chris cleared his throat, clearly processing the situation in front of him. "I’ve heard a lot about you, Haru. Hajun used to talk about the bond you guys had as a group before you guys even debuted. I’m glad Y/N has someone like you around. And you guys as well." He motioned to his seonbaes, Jiho and Sunwoo giving polite nods. His words were polite, but with a subtle edge to them, as if he was probing for more information, trying to figure out what exactly your relationship with Haru was.

Haru met Chris’s gaze evenly, not backing down, but the tension between the two of them was now more than palpable to you. Almost like you could breathe it. It was a strange, unspoken battle- one not of words but of intentions. You could feel it in the way Haru stood just a little taller, his hand lingering at the small of your back, and in the way Chris’s eyes flickered between the two of you, trying to read the room.

Feeling the shift in the atmosphere, Han chimed in, his lighthearted tone trying to diffuse the situation. "Well, it’s clear Y/N has plenty of people looking out for her. That’s a good thing, right?" He shot Chris a quick grin, then turned his attention to you. "It must be overwhelming, though, right? Jumping into the industry like this with everything going on. So, we can be supports for you as well! 7 new ones!"

You managed a small smile, grateful for Han’s attempt to change the subject, and his almost immediate support, but the weight of the conversation lingered. "Yeah, it’s been… a lot. But I have Haru, Jiho, and Sunwoo to help me through it." You glanced at Chris, the tension between him and Haru still lingering in the air. “And…I have people like you." You turned to Han's and Felix's expectant eyes. "And you guys."

"What about me?" Hyunjin and Jeongin whined at the exact same time. You felt a chuckle escape and acknowledged them as well.

Chris smiled faintly at that, the tension easing slightly but not disappearing entirely. "Yeah. I’ll always be here." His words felt heavier than they should have, laced with meaning that hung between you, unspoken, undeniable, and at the time unknown.

The tension between Haru and Chris remained though, subtle but present, a protective energy from both sides. Chris, though seemingly trying to respect the situation, couldn’t hide the curiosity in his eyes as he glanced between you and Haru once more, wondering how deep that connection went.

Haru’s protectiveness felt comforting, familiar, but now you could sense that it might be giving others- Chris especially -a different impression.

"Well, no matter what, it's really great to have you here," Felix said, offering you a kind smile. "It must be tough, but you're doing amazing." His words were genuine, and you could feel the sincerity behind them. Despite the awkward tension, Felix’s warmth was a welcome contrast, something that reminded you that not everyone was scrutinizing your every move.

Sunwoo, who had been quiet throughout the exchange, finally spoke up, his voice breaking through the tension with a bit more gravity than usual. "It's hard for all of us. Everything’s changed since Hajun… well, since he left us." His words were gentle, but they carried the weight of everything left unsaid.

Chris’s expression softened, his own grief surfacing for just a moment. "Yeah," he murmured. "When I heard… it felt unreal." He glanced at you, his eyes searching yours as if trying to gauge how you were holding up. "I've seen it happen time and time again but it never hur-"

"It’s okay. I get it. We can drop it," you said, your voice quieter now. "Everything’s been… complicated for everyone but it doesn't mean we have to continue to bring it up."

Haru, sensing your unease, shifted his stance slightly, his hand dropping from your back but still hovering close, as if ready to step in at any moment. He was your anchor in this moment, grounding you amidst the swirling emotions and the still-lingering tension between him and Chris.

But then Chris spoke up again, this time more cautiously, changin the subject. “I didn’t know you were doing so well in training,” he said, his eyes lingering on you and a smile in his voice. "I heard rumors that you might be a monster rookie. The Kids and I have to watch out before you take all of our awards." There was something in his tone, something softer and happier, that made you feel like he was seeing you- not as Hajun’s little sister, but as your own person, standing in front of him.

It felt...nice?

"I...really?" you asked, your voice slightly shaky as you looked at him with an exited anticipation.

A look passed between Chris and Haru, but it was fleeting, Chris looking away first.

"Of course...I'm sure you'll have...a lot of fans." He said smiling and rubbing his neck in habit.

Felix grinned and nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure you'll have a lot of fan boys since you're pretty too!" it was said so innocently, no awkwardness but Jiho huffed.

"Nope. Not letting our Y/N get involved with anyone." Jiho said ruffling your hair, pushing Haru out of the way.

"Hey I don't have a dating ban I can if I want-"

"Nope, not allowing it!" Both Sunwoo and Haru said. That spark Chris' interest and he opened his mouth to say something.

But before the conversation could continue, there was a sudden call from across the room- a staff member gesturing for you to move to the next set. Haru stepped closer to you as the others began to disperse, his hand gently resting on your arm, a subtle signal that he was still watching over you.

Just as you turned to follow Haru toward your assigned set, you caught a glimpse of Chris, his eyes lingering on you for just a second longer than necessary. There was something in his gaze- something unfinished; unsaid.

But before you could process it, the moment was gone, and you were being pulled forward into the next part of your day, Haru guiding you toward the unfamiliar world you were slowly becoming a part of. The strange familiarity of it all- the familiarity you only grew through Hajun's lense- the training, the filming, the media attention- was almost unsettling. Even though this was Hajun’s world, it was becoming yours now, too.

It wasn’t until later, when the lights dimmed and the cameras were finally off, that you realized how much had changed in such a short amount of time. You had stepped into the spotlight, just like Hajun had once done, but it was a path you hadn’t expected to take. And yet, here you were.

The same path he had taken, yet you hoped to change the ending.

As you exited the set, the faint sound of familiar voices reached your ears. You turned, and there, across the room, was Chris. He hadn’t left yet, still chatting with a member from another guy group, but his eyes found yours the moment you glanced his way.

It was as if time slowed for a moment, the world shrinking down to just the two of you across the busy set. He gave you a smile- one that seemed to say more than words could. One that you couldn’t help but feel peace looking at. Even if it was a momentary peace. You found yourself smiling back, a flicker of warmth igniting in your chest.

But as that warmth blossomed, so did a sudden, painful realization: the last person who had ever made you feel that same kind of warmth, that deep comfort, had been Hajun. And now, he was gone.

Only, this warmth was…different.

Hajun’s warmth had always been like a fire- steady, burning bright even in the darkest of times. His presence was electric, like the hum of energy in the air that always made you feel alive. It was the kind of warmth that wrapped around you like a safety net, grounding you when the world felt like it was spinning too fast. Hajun had been a constant, his love for you as sure as the sun rising each day. There had never been a question in your mind about it.

But this—this flicker of warmth that came from Chris- it felt softer, gentler. Less like the steady heat of a fire and more like the slow, creeping warmth of sunlight on a winter morning. It wasn’t the same.

It couldn’t be the same.

But it wasn’t unwelcome, either. It was a different kind of comfort, one that you didn’t fully understand yet. There was something about it that felt more intimate, more tender- something that stirred an unfamiliar feeling deep within you.

Still, the ache of loss lingered, a bittersweet reminder that no one, not even Chris, could replace Hajun. The warmth Chris offered was something else entirely. Not better or worse, just different.

Something you hadn’t felt before.

You swallowed hard, the weight of your grief settling into your chest like a stone. Hajun’s absence was still too raw, too present. No matter how much you denied it. The thought of him not being here, not standing beside you like he always had, was almost unbearable. You missed the steady, unbreakable bond you’d had with him, the way he could make everything feel okay, no matter how bad things got.

But for just a moment, looking at Chris, you felt a strange flicker of hope. It was subtle, so subtle you almost missed it, but it was there. A quiet promise in the warmth of his smile, a sense that maybe- just maybe- there was something more to be found in the space Hajun had left behind.

He had left behind those letters. You should open them right? You were led to Chris...maybe those letters could lead to something else as well?

Maybe there was a reason Hajun wanted you to find comfort in Chris. But you didn't want to think about it.

You glanced away at the sight of Chris's smile falling slightly, the weight of it all pressing down on you, and yet, that quiet warmth remained.

You wanted to put it out. That small flicker of warmth- you wanted to ignore it, snuff it out before it could grow into something larger. It scared you, the thought of accepting it. Because if you let it in, if you allowed yourself to feel that comfort, what would happen when it eventually disappeared?

The fear that it could fade, just like Hajun’s had, was a vicious thought. You’d lost warmth before- the kind that once seemed eternal- and the thought of losing it again, of finding solace in someone only for it to vanish, felt like a death wish.

There was a part of you that wanted to turn away from it, to reject that small ember entirely before it had a chance to take root. Because if Chris’s warmth died down too...? If you allowed yourself to feel something, only to lose it all over again? You weren’t sure you could survive that kind of emptiness twice.

So, as much as it tempted you, you hesitated. You weren’t ready to accept something that could one day be taken away. Not again. Not yet.

Maybe not ever.

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[dairy-farmer]

My third eye is wide fucking open and this is the vision I saw👀👀👀

[Warning for Non-con/rape]

Tim in Europe training with Lady Shiva. She says Tim has a lot of potential, but Shiva thinks he'll need some extra incentive/punishment when he fails to help the lessons stick.

They square up for a match before she even starts training him, as a way to show him what he will be learning. Unsurprisingly, she disarms him and knocks him down with the moments. Tim's on the ground and before he can even try to get back up she's on him, flipping him on his stomach and trapping his arms behind his back. Tim thinks she's just going to hold him there while lecturing him, until Shiva rips his leggings open and off him. Timmy jolts, confused, and tries to figure out what she's doing? Maybe this is like that game he heard some of his classmates talk about: strip poker? Where every time you lose you have to take off a piece of clothing? He had never played, but he could see how adding humiliation to a loss would encourage people to want to do better... Yeah, that must be it! Every time he messes up, he'll lose a piece of clothing, so if he doesn't want to be humiliated and fighting naked, he needs to do better!

Except... Shiva doesn't let him up after ripping his leggings. Instead, she continues to shove his underwear down around his knees, and then he hears a scraping sounds as she drags his staff over. Tim jolts when feels the blunt end of his staff rub against him, between his legs. What the hell!? He squirms and demands to know what Shiva thinks she's doing! She calmly tells him that losing a fight has consequences, and it's not always death.

Tim is still very confused - what is this consequence of to be? Embarrassing and grossing him out by rubbing his staff against the area where he pees and then making him fight with it? That's a really weird thing to do. But no, she keeps rubbing the blunt end against him and he feels a weird... Tingle? When it rubs against his pussy near his stomach. He squirms and wiggles as he feels himself start to get a bit... wet? But not like he peed or anything? And then he feels her press it against the very middle spot between his legs.

Tim bites his lip against the increasing pressure, confused about what she's trying to do, until the end of his staff pops inside him (?!?). Tim lets out a strangled scream as tears jump to his eyes. What is happening!? That hurt! Shiva tells him that, since he has a pussy, he's at a significantly increased risk of rape if his opponents ever pin him. Tim gasps around the discomfort as Shiva slowly works his bo staff deeper inside him. Tim weakly struggles as tears stream down his face. Rape? Is that what this is? Shiva is... is raping him?!

Honestly, she says, he should be grateful that she's being so slow and gentle in consideration of his first time, since a Rogue or random goon wouldn't have been. She slowly starts fucking the end of the staff in and out of Tim's poor virgin hole while he quietly cries under her. She starts to work up some speed, going faster and after a while she hears it: a confused choked off gasp.

Tim shakes his head back and forth at the strange sensations between his legs and inside him. The pain has mostly faded away to a dull ache, and now it feels kind of... good? And there's a kind of pressure building inside his belly.

Shiva fucks Tim with his own staff until he comes with a confused moaning gasp. Then she pulls the bo staff out of him and gets off his back. Tim lays there confused and exhausted, turning his tear and drool streaked face up to her as she tells him that that is enough for the day... They can continue their training in the morning. Tim eventually manages to sit up, pussy throbbing, and reaches for his staff. It's wet and shiny at the end, colored with a bit of blood. From his hymen, he thinks distantly. Slowly, Tim cleans off his weapon, and staggers to bed. Tomorrow, the real training begins.

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!omg omg omg omg this was SO GOOD!!!!!!! shiva using tim's training staff to fuck him and prove a point, telling him she's doing him a favor as she forces this hard, unforgiving, blunt peace of wood into tim. at any time shiva could have turned what she was doing lethal, one good hard push into tim's slick and weakly clenching cunt and she could have forced the blunt head in through the pinhole entrance of his womb, fucked it into the organ until he was bruised and swelling and passing out from the shock and pain. shiva is being a million times nicer than anyone else in her shoes would be. anyone else wouldn't use the staff, they'd tug their filthy cocks out and decide they could teach the little robin a lesson AND get something out of it too.

shiva was certain that if the boy's own master were here he'd also similarly do what anyone else in her place would do. the new little robin is small and too sweet and so eager to learn and master and help. and it's truly so unfortunate that he makes such a sight laid out and at the mercy of those who over power him. he's MADE to be a victim with his big eyes, soft mouth, sweet vice, and tight little body with a cunt that shiva would hazard to say was the nicest she'd ever seen, if such things mattered.

shiva gets no carnal pleasure over pinning down timothy and harshly fucking into his cunt, her eyes tracking every twitch and whine, staring at the hot tears racing down his cherubic cheeks, noting how his thighs spread the slightest bit wider when it all starts to feel good.

she doesn't try to make it feel good on purpose but she picks up on the little tells of his body. the way he arches up, the way his voice gets breathy, the way his eyes roll back a little. she pays attention to what he does and does her best to replicate what she did.

the next time he fails to perform, fails to fight her off she does the same punishment. this time she sees how his hips twitch, following the staff as its tugged out of him. she notes he might enjoy the punishments a bit too much so she's rougher the next time, she gets him to start crying again and is satisfied.

shiva takes the training of her students seriously and so she adjusts the strength of her punishments as necessary.

but bats.

they've always been gluttons for punishment.

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

Just Papa Solomons Things

Visiting Scotland with your dove

TH Masterlist

Even though you don’t want to

Alfie’s not a fan of Scotland. Not because of the people or the culture.

No, it’s because everything, right, is on a fucking mountain!

Or so he claims regardless of whether you’re walking to Old Town in Edinburgh via Princes Street, going up the gentle sloping pathway on Calton Hill, are trying to hike up to King Arthur’s Seat in Holyrood Park, or are walking down (I repeat, DOWN) the Royal Mile.

And that’s only in Edinburgh.

It honestly makes you wonder why he decided to tag along, especially since you’ve also planned to explore the rugged north. Then again, you know your grumpy partner well enough to be aware that part of the reason he’s with you is to offer protection.

Truth be told, Alfie gets bloody anxious when you’re on a trip by yourself. Enough so to disregard the issues he has with his leg. Your needs come before his. That’s “non-fucking-negotiable, mate”.

Fortunately, well, for him, the amount of solo trips has drastically reduced since you started dating. He still gives you plenty of space to do things on your own, but it makes him feel better knowing he’s nearby should anything happen.

And it’s nice because now you have him to drive you around so you don’t have to make use of public transport (depends on where you two are, though), watch your luggage when going to the restroom (again, if applicable), and hold your hand as winter casts the streets in dusk as early as four in the evening.

Another added bonus is that you get to stay in the most comfortable and sometimes downright fanciest hotels. Alfie might be frugal, having been raised that way, but he doesn’t want to do you short. Plus, having the finances, he doesn’t mind occasionally splurging a little bit if it concerns spending time together.

Now, Papa Solomons hates the cold and becomes snappy when the heating isn’t on in your coach in the train to Inverness.

“‘S bad for me sciatica. Also ain’t good for your health. They better get the heating here or I’ll make them. My cane should be plenty conviction.”

When one of the staff members walks by, Alfie beckons them over. However, before he can so much as open his mouth, you place your hand on his arm.

He glances over his shoulder, rolls his eyes with an irritated sigh as you shake your head, and clears his throat to politely inquire about the state of the heating in a strained voice. “You see, mate, my wonderful missus is gettin’ cold and we can’t ‘ave that, can we? If she starts getting the heavy shakes between let’s say now and ten minutes, I’ll personally come turn the fucking system on, right. Do you understand?”

With a stammered “y-yes, sir” and frantic nod, the attendant is off.

Three minutes later, you feel the coach warming up. Alfie leans back, eyes closed, his fingers entwined with yours. “Much better. Fucking trains. Don’t like ‘em.”

You kiss his cheek. “Thank you for not using your cane.”

“Mhm, doin’ it only for you.”

And he does. Alfie tries to reign himself in whenever he’s with you, afraid of showing you the always seething rage beneath his skin, the wrath inside looking for a way out. So, while he hasn’t discussed it yet with you and remains highly skeptical about how much good it’ll do, he’s thinking about anger management therapy or taking classes in it.

If only so he won’t turn into his father.

So he can love you properly.

So he can settle with you.

Albeit perhaps not in the place he’s envisioned.

It all happens on a day trip you booked for the two of you.

Perhaps it’s the way he sees how enamoured you are by the language, the way your eyes light up when hearing about local folklore, the strange familiarity he feels when the Norse history of Skye is mentioned while you’re at his side.

Maybe it’s the glamour of the faeries.

Whatever it is, it makes him want to stay on Skye with you.

He doesn’t mention it while you’re having lunch at Relish in Portree, but Alfie can’t stop envisioning having a little bakery in a town like this. He’d leave London and Margate behind, settle here, and live out whatever days remain for him in the peace and quiet of the island.

On the long drive back, he lets you snuggle up to him for warmth and to function as your pillow. He only wakes you up once when you stop in Broadford for refreshments, gently forcing you to get out of the van and accompany him to the Co-Op to get a semi-decent dinner and snacks.

It’s safe to say, for its rarely any different, Alfie pays for everything. “‘S what I’m supposed to do, innit? Good men take care of their wi- women.”

Despite his stoic expression and casual tone, meant to dismiss the slip of the tongue, the quick glance to check your reaction is telling. He knows he fucked up, played his cards too fast, too rashly.

You catch it, but decide to willfully ignore it. Instead, you take a sip of coffee. “Let’s go back to the bus.”

Nevertheless, once you’re back at the hotel, he goes nearly feral. It’s similar to what overtakes him every summer, but now it’s driven by the desire to claim your unbearable cuteness, completely under the spell of the magic that seems to surround you, lingering.

There’s a precarious balance when it comes to how vocal Alfie is in bed. Some days he’ll guide you to your orgasm without a single silence, each word pointed and full of purpose. Other days, the only thing he can do is growl and grunt, lost in the pleasure you grant him and vice versa, but also in the way his brain is finally off. No schemes, no secrets nor hidden motifs. Only the simple act of fucking.

Nonetheless, this is perhaps one of the few times you’ve heard him beg. Desperate and blunt, no polish to his utterances yet crystal clear diamonds compared to the muttering meant to confuse.

“Marry me, eh? Let’s, fuck, hm, yeah settle,” he murmurs in between kisses, which grow sloppier as his thrusts get more and more erratic. “Settle with me. Be Mrs Solomons. Want, hrm, need my wife. Only you. Want. Want you. Only you.” He pulls your hair so you’ll bare your neck to him. Lovingly he bites the skin, the sting and burning warmth heated by the words spilling from his lips. “Please, dove, please. Marry me.”

He doesn’t need a spoken answer, just the mere fantasy you say ‘yes’ and the way you look when he’s inside you, especially as you come undone because of him, is enough to send him over the edge with you.

As you’re basking in the afterglow, Alfie caresses your arm. His fingers slowly slide over your skin, lost in thought, wandering in the chaos reigning in his head until he’s found the words to start the conversation. Or, rather, to tell you what’s been on his mind since the afternoon, the wee bakery on Skye.

There are no words for the bleakness washing over him as you frown, taken completely unawares by his attitude. It’s unlike him to be this spontaneous, without a plan. “Alfie, don’t be rash. It doesn’t suit you. Come up with a business plan first. Is it viable? Would we manage to get by? It won’t be like London.”

“I know, but…” he groans, reluctant to admit he’s in the wrong, “you’re right, dove. Silly, ain’t ‘e, this old man and ‘is fantasies.”

“You’re not old.”

“Older than you. Old enough to be-“

You shut him up with a kiss. “No, none of this. I love you for who you are. I’m proud to be Papa’s little dove.”

“Would you one day be ‘is wife?”

You furrow your brow, wondering where this is coming from. That is, until you recall his pleading in his sex drunk stupour. “You meant that?”

He nods. “Mhm. Maybe not the proper way to ask, but I mean it. This, ‘ere, right, between us, I want it to be long term.” Voice lowered and steady blue eyes filling with the fight between panic, disbelief, and determination, he asks the question that makes him grow pale. “It is, innit?”

“It is, don’t worry.”

He cups your cheek and pulls you towards him to rest his forehead against yours. A tapered breath escapes him, shivery and frail. “Stay with me.”

You run your fingers through his beard, a burden falling off of your shoulders as you see him relax. Though you appreciate Alfie’s occasional openness, when he shows his struggles you can’t help but feel your own heart crack.

Then again, that’s Love.

For whatever our souls are made of, if we’re lucky, we find one that’s compatible. That’s the same.

“I won’t go anywhere without telling you.”

“Don’t go at all without me.”

You feel something wet warm your hand as you kiss his forehead. The sensation moves to your chest when Alfie rests his head on it. His arms wrapped around your waist in a fierce bear hug, you run your fingers through his hair, weaving them through his messy brown locks.

Alfie rarely if ever allows himself to show his vulnerabilities. Nevertheless, when he’s around you and alone like this, he does. And it still stuns him you stay at his side, that you haven’t run from, in his words, “tainted bein’, uglier than a golem”.

But how could you? How could you leave a man as doting and loving as him? Sure, Alfie’s gruff and a little rough-handed at times, even to you, but you know he tries not to be.

Sleet gently ticks against the window, filling the silence in the hotel room. As per usual on nights like this, you use it to calm the both of you down.

Until your skin is tear-stained.

Both your hearts cracked a little more.

And Alfie’s asleep.

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[oracle-of-dream]

Snapshot

Minors DNI

Summary: You've been hired by SM Entertainment to take photos for NCT Dream's Candy album. But when Jisung is having some trouble delivering quality looks for the photos, you have to intervene and help the idol show his true face.

Warnings: !TopReader, !BottomJisung, Protected Sex, Dry Humping, Pet names

Wordcount: 3.2k

Requested from: @acidangel-fromasia

As a photographer in the industry, you’ve had to take many pictures for several people. All shapes, sizes, colors, orientations, it doesn’t matter as long as you get to hold a camera and make bank while doing it. But when you’re approached by an idol who can’t get over their camera shyness, it’s your job to help them get over it to deliver the best photos possible.

You arrived on the set that you were assigned by your company. Another SM boy group to deal with–they’re always such a handful… A colleague had to deal with almost 20 of them at the same time. Just thinking about it could give you a headache.

“Good Morning, y/n.” Someone walked up to you with coffee in a carrier. 

You looked them up and down before accepting one of the coffees offered to you. “Who are you?” You asked while taking a slow sip of your new iced americano.

The younger man looked nervously at you, “I’m NCT Dream’s Manager, I’ll be working with you–” 

You interrupted his mumbling, “That’s fantastic. It’s a pleasure to work with you and your group.” You were already irritated enough, you hated it more when people acted scared of you. You’re not a bad person or something!?

You went into the back room to put your supplies down and relax for a few moments while your camera crew was getting set up. Three women walked into the room shortly after, whispering to each other.

“Did you hear about the photographer we got this time? The company must hate us or something…” A woman in a green sweater said as she set down her bag and started unpacking makeup onto the table in the room.

“Yeah! I heard this guy is called the Devil’s Photographer. He’s crazy good with a camera, but he’s a nightmare to work with.” The next woman chimed, setting hair styling tools down.

The last of the three women, a very young and fresh face, just started at you through the mirror on the vanity desk. “Um… I don’t think this is nice to say.”

The other two women scoffed. “Well, aren’t you a suck-up? Maybe the lead photographer will give you selfie tips.”

You tried to sink into the seat you had in the corner of the room, wanting to stay out of their gossip. You turned your attention back to your phone with the emails explaining the people you’d be working with today.

“NCT DREAM (엔씨티 DREAM) is the 3rd sub-unit of the boy group NCT. The sub-unit consists of 7 members: Mark, Renjun, Jeno, Haechan, Chenle, Jaemin and Jisung…” The email continued to explain their physical attributes as well as including prior photos of them so you could recognize them and begin analyzing their faces for good angles. One of them caught your eye, but not exactly for good reasons… He just looked so awkward in some of these photos, like he was scared of the lens. You hoped this kid was just having an off day and would behave so you could go home sooner than planned.

The set was made to the client company’s preferences you briefed your team about the theme and intention of the photo shoot. You heard the main doors to the studio open and turned to see seven handsome men walking into the studio, politely greeting the staff as they passed by and some flashing a smile. You followed them to the back room where their outfits, hair, and makeup stylists had finished getting prepared. When you stepped in, the room fell silent and everyone stared at you. You sipped your drink and cleared your throat. 

“Hello, boys. I’m y/n, I’ll be your lead photographer today. I’ve been told what’s the intention of the photo shoot, but I would also appreciate your feedback when taking shots to make these better. Let’s work together on this.” 

They were all very polite as they did their introduction, one at a time, to you. You took the time to start thinking about shots and how to capture their charms. Jeno and Jaemin seemed to stand out because of their muscular frames. Renjun and Chenle were both cute and refreshing, sort of like children. Haechan and Mark presented a level of professionalism, but also some mischief too. The last was the youngest, Jisung, who shyly shook your hand loosely which made your barely trying handshake look like a death grip in comparison. 

“I’ll leave you to get dressed, please come right out and we’ll get started.” You announced.

The boys cheered and agreed in their way before they sat down in their seats, waiting for their turn in the styling chairs. After twenty minutes, they emerged from the dressing room and started to get to work. 

As the lead photographer, you didn’t have to hold the camera and you focused mostly on telling the other photographers on your team what you wanted from them. And everything was going super smoothly. There were duo pictures, group pictures, a tri pictures, but the issues started when the solo photos began.

The other 6 were fine, but the youngest seemed to have trouble keeping his composure in front of the camera. Every photo the junior photographer took was just… off. You couldn’t verbalize it for them to see, but you could see that Jisung wasn’t comfortable in front of the camera. The other members tried to cheer him on, in an attempt to make him feel confident. But it was only making more noise on your set, irritating you further.

“Okay, hand over the camera. I’ll take his photos.” You stood from your chair and walked over to the scene. The rest of your staff stood a fair distance away from you but wanted to watch you work. Most of your staff are students in college doing an internship, so they want to learn from the best, but you hate it when people hover over you while you work.

Jisung was seated on the floor next to a bed, and large gift boxes, wearing warm and cozy clothes. You could tell he was intimidated by you, everyone always made the same face, an awkward smile and barely being able to look at you for longer than a second.

“Jisung, right?” You spoke to him, attempting to be kind.

He nodded.

“You’re the last person for photos today, let’s not drag this out. Once we’re done, then you can go home. Otherwise, it's overtime for the both of us.” Your throat got dry at the mention of overtime…

“Sorry. I’m just a little…” His voice trailed off.

You pointed the camera at his face. “A little what? Camera shy? Aren’t you a pro idol by now?”

He plastered a fake smile on. “Y-Yes, I am. It just–”

You groaned seeing his expression. You couldn’t even bring yourself to take the picture. “Jisung, please tell me what’s wrong. If there’s anything I can do to make it easier for the both of us to get through this, I’ll make it happen.”

Jisung’s face turned pink, starting from his ears and traveling to his cheeks. “I-I think you’re very handsome.”

“So I’m the distraction?” You sounded more irritated than you meant, but how could this guy say something like that? You stood up and called one of your staff to continue working on pictures. “He’s not leaving until I review all his pictures. I don’t care if I have to stay all night with him.” You stormed off into the dressing room, to avoid being a “distraction” to the idol. Taking a seat on the couch, you waited for your crew to call you back in to review the photos. But time went by… ten minutes, twenty, thirty, then an hour passed.

You opened your eyes. The room was dark, but you could tell you were still in the dressing room. You stood up, dizzy from your nap, and the motion sensor turned the lights back on. Taking a moment to get used to the light again, you slowly realized the dressing room was clean. All the supplies from the stylists were gone. And not a soul in sight…

“Those bastards left me here…” You muttered.

You walked out of the dressing room to see the set with the lights still on. Your crew was gone except for one of your interns. He looked stressed going through the photos.

“Hey! What’s the idea of leaving me in there?” You shouted.

The intern almost jumped out of his skin. “S-Sir! I didn’t know you were awake yet.” The intern looked nervously between you and the monitor. “I… haven’t gotten any decent photos yet.”

You pinched your nose as you shuffled through the photos. They somehow got even worse after you’d left.

“Jisung is still here if you’d like to take another crack at it…” The intern pointed into the set, and you saw Jisung lying on the bed. Asleep.

You looked at the young college student. “Go ahead and get out of here. Go study or drink, or whatever you do at this hour.”

The intern didn’t hesitate to bolt for the door as you made your way into the set house. Jisung was sleeping soundly on the bed, softly snoring. 

“Jisung.” You called.

He rolled over, turning away from you.

You moved closer and sat on one side of the bed. You placed your hand on his shoulder and shook him. “Jisung, please wake up. We need to finish work.”

Jisung rolled into you, putting some of his weight on you as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He pulled you into him.

“Jisung…” You whispered it this time, almost feeling bad for him. He looked genuinely comfortable in that moment. You looked around and saw your camera on top of the gift box nearby, but you’d have to reach for it. 

You leaned forward, away from the bed, trying to grab the strap on the camera. Jisung’s body slowly slid with you, which made him squeeze you tighter and groan in protest. You reached again, but only an inch separated you from the edge of the camera. Jisung’s body slid further. You had to use one hand to hold him up and the other to reach for the camera. You made one more desperate attempt to reach for it with a lunge. You managed to grab the camera but you slipped off the bed with Jisung tumbling after you. You held his head as the two of you fell. When you landed, you managed to cushion his landing and somehow he didn’t wake up. You laid him on the floor completely, moving one leg at a time, and positioned him. Just as you pointed your camera at him, he rolled over to face you and his eyes peeked open just as the shutter clicked.

“Y-Y/n, what’s going on?!” Jisung tried shifting but realized he couldn’t in his position. “Why are you over me like this?” 

You didn’t consider how you were sitting until you thought about his question. You’d positioned Jisung on his back with one of his hands above his head and you were hovering over his waist, Jisung’s other hand was gripping your shirt and he wouldn’t let go while you’d moved him earlier. 

You attempted to explain yourself, “Before you get any weird thoughts–” Jisung squirmed under you and you slipped, landing firmly on his pelvis. His hands reacted and jumped to your waist to catch you. You heard a soft moan escape his lips when you landed on him.

“Are you okay?” He asked, hands glued to your waist.

“I’m… fine.” 

Jisung was turning more red by the second. “This is kinda weird, huh? I really didn’t mean to offend you earlier by the way. I didn’t mean that you’re handsome–well I did mean that, but I didn’t mean that you being handsome was a distraction or anything!” Jisung was nervous and stumbling through his words, speaking too fast for his tongue to handle. 

You moved to get up. “It’s whatever.”

Jisung pulled you back down to his pelvis. “It’s not whatever! I really mean it! You’re so handsome, it was a little hard for me to focus on the camera… Knowing you’re watching me.” 

You felt how sincere he was between your thighs. You gently pushed your legs together, getting another high-pitched moan from him. He covered his mouth like a child getting caught swearing. “Are you enjoying me sitting here?”

Jisung looked like he was going to explode. “Would you hate me if I said yes?”

You shook your head. “I think I found a way to get your photo just right.”

Jisung looked up at you, with big eyes. “O-Okay…”

You moved a hand down his chest, slowly and sensually. “If you can focus on me, and take these good pictures. I’ll give you a special treat. How’s that?” You winked as you reached and squeezed hard on his cock in his pants, earning a louder moan from him.

Jisung shuddered under your touch, his legs quivering and bucking into you in agreement. “Y-Yes. I can do that!”

Jisung let you climb off of him, and you made it as sexy as possible. “Now, with each good photo you give me, I’ll lose a button. If I run out of buttons, you win and can have your prize. Every time I have to scold you, I put on a button. If all of my buttons are on, then no prize and we go home.” You unbuttoned the first two buttons on your shirt.

Jisung watched you in awe. You point him into his first pose, his facial expression is perfect! You took off a button, and Jisung’s eyes grew wider as he got to see more of you.

“Oh, what a good boy! Taking such good pictures for me.” You cooed.

He started fanning himself and looking around the room, trying not to start overheating from looking at you. You took 5 more perfect shorts and your button-up was completely open, and falling off your shoulders. 

Jisung got closer to you. “Did I pass? Do I get my treat?” His eyes were full of desire as he imagined licking you all over your torso. 

You pushed him gently. “Nope, I still have one more button.” You pointed to the button on your pants.

Jisung’s eyes opened wide. “T-That one too!?” 

You nodded. “Final button. Make it perfect for me, good boy.”

You took Jisung’s last photo, his eyes were looking at the camera but he was focused on your body behind it. Bending and moving beautifully to make sure you get the perfect shot, just for him…

“All done now, pretty boy.” You put your camera down. You walked past Jisung, and he followed you, as you went to the bed on the set. You patted the bed. “Come here.” 

Jisung almost launched himself at the bed to get to you. 

You crawled onto the bed and sat on your knees, exposing the last button. “Why don’t you do it?” 

Jisung’s hands shot to your waist as he fiddled with your pants. You took the knit hat off his head and slid his jacket off him. You heard the button pop off your pants and hit the floor. You look down at Jisung who looks back at you. 

“I’m so sorry, I was so excited that it just… came off.” Jisung apologized.

You sucked your teeth. “Now, I gotta get you back for that.”

You pushed Jisung onto his back on the bed and positioned yourself between his legs. You leaned over him and brought your face to his. Jisung’s hands slid down your sides and stopped at your ass. Slowly move your lips onto his, making sure he is okay with it. Jisung met you halfway and pushed his lips into yours, slipping in his tongue not long after. His hands explored, one going to your neck to hold you into his kiss and the other felt your chest as he grinded himself into you. He moaned into your mouth at the friction when you pushed your dick against his, the fabric rubbing just right.

You knew better than to just fuck him there on the set in clothes that aren’t his and mess up the set that’s not yours, but he was too cute not to do something. You rutted against him, pressing your bodies together. Even lifting Jisung’s legs onto your shoulders and pressing into him more. 

Jisung pulled away from you. “Take your pants off,” he commanded. 

You looked at him, taken aback by his order. “Are you sure?”

Jisung nodded furiously, “I have… stuff with me we can use.” He climbed out from under you and ran to the dressing room, returning with a white bottle. 

“Why–”

“It’s for emergencies,” he explained.

You chuckled as the both of you took off your clothes. Jisung looked embarrassed being naked in front of you, but you kissed him to make him feel comfortable. 

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. We could get in trouble for this…” You told him. 

Jisung kissed you.

“Greedy boy,” You smiled and took him onto the bed again.

You moved to grab the bottle but Jisung dutifully took it and poured clear liquid onto his fingers. He pushed his fingers in and out of himself at a pace that made you moan softly as you stroked yourself, his fingers only half in, stretching himself for what was to come. He used his other hand to give you a condom.

You put it on and lubed it generously. You could tell your length wasn't a good comparison to his fingers, it was much bigger. You pushed into him, softly and watched his expression for anything concerning. But all Jisung could do was moan for you, with every inch. 

“You sound so sexy for me, baby," you whispered, "You take my cock so well."

He bucked back into you, an adorable whine leaving his lips as you continued to praise him, his head dipping down at how overwhelmed he was feeling, gripping the sheets for dear life. “H-hmm! Y/n, I'm– Oh my god, I'm gonna cum!"

You stopped moving, “now that’s too soon. Just a little more, for me?” You kissed his shoulders and up his neck. 

Whimpers, moans, grunts, and skin-slapping echoed in the studio. No one else to hear how sweet Jisung’s voice was but you. Your orgasm was so close and so was his, from the way he squeeze your cock.

Jisung cried for you, "A-Ah! Y/n, please–"

"Hm, alright, baby. Come for me." 

And it was what he needed to make a mess all over the covers of the bed, spots of white painting the sheets. He felt your hot cum through the latex, his groans also confirming the feeling. After making sure to milk both your orgasms with a few more thrusts, you pulled out carefully.

Jisung looked at you, breathing heavily, “Was… Was I good?"

You stifled a small laugh and kissed him. You slipped off the condom and hugged Jisung. “You did amazing, my pretty boy.”

Jisung called. “Y/n?”

You hummed in response to Jisung calling you.

"Will you be my boyfriend?"

You kissed his cheek. “As long as you’ll be only my model in the future. Honestly, I think this would be an amazing picture. Truly art, possibly my best work…”