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soobadnoonecanstopher · 1 month ago

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Rat Bastard - Part 10

Pairing: You x Kyungsoo

Rating: M (Mature Smut)

Word Count: 12,000

Warnings: There were too many beds, Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, Sexual Tension, Idiots to Lovers, Mature Sexual Situations.

Tag: @ilovemyapopbaby

Links: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

If someone told you last week that today you’d find yourself staring into the eyes of Doh Kyungsoo — but really, really staring into the depths of them, and all around them, squinting and scrutinizing so up-close that you could even see that itty bitty mole in the lashline of his right — left — one of his eyes, and you could probably even count the lashes he had on his bottom eyelid with the way you leaned in to get the shape right, to get a good view of the shading, to get the minutest of details of this man’s eyes — if someone had told you that you’d be doing this right now with him, you’d recommend that they seek professional help asap.

It didn't help you at all the way his brown irises followed you around, that little dance of his eyebrows and the slow blinking and the little pop up of his cheekbones just below his eyes that vanished as quickly as it had appeared; the beginnings of a smile; some stifled reaction to you when your focus grew to levels too intense and he obviously felt some sort of way about it.

“Stop moving,” you complained when he scratched the tip of his nose with barely there fingernails and you moved to the other big eyeball on his face. The eyes were always the hardest. It was all hard but the eyes were really make-or-break, and once you’d scribbled in your best attempt, this thing might be broken. You were doing your best, but really, your best wasn’t so great.

“This isn’t going to be good, so just put that out of your head right now.”

His eyes flitted around your face again and he inhaled a quick breath through his nose as if he had something to say right now, right now when he’d already been holding the exact same face and exact same position for 25 minutes now and was seriously about to fuck it up with talking, “Shhhh, shut up,” you said preemptively pressing your pencil over his pursed lips.

That primed and ready breath of his was very carefully exhaled through his nose. Thankfully his lips stayed closed.

Your focus on his face was already hanging by a thread. There was just something about seeing him this close up that had you all messed up. You had to remember the task at hand lest you stumble and fall into those pretty lips of his. You did notice the clench of his jaw muscles and slight furrow in his eyebrows but you weren't drawing his mouth yet and you’d long ago scratched in some full eyebrows over his eyes that looked more like two poisonous fuzzy caterpillars than something you’d see on such an attractive face. It didn’t at all help that you were feeling so nervous today.

Today, Day 1 of you and him. For some reason you hesitated to count yesterday as Day 1. Despite the date; despite the dramatic weepy declarations of love; despite the sex. The day had just been so long and fraught with conflict, it felt appropriate to start things off today. Today, the day after you’d accidentally fallen asleep right here in this kitchen on this mattress and the man had simply tucked himself in right beside you and let you sleep and snore and drool or whatever the hell it was you might have done in your sleep; he just slept too. He must have been just as exhausted as you’d been. He didn’t touch you, he didn’t pull you in for a spoon or sleepy morning sex and when you’d woken up he had already been up for who knows how long. You found him cleaned, teeth-brushed, dressed in something fresh, having a cup of coffee as he sat on this mattress you slept on and he just — watched you sleep. Then watched you wake up slowly by the smell of the coffee and the creepy sensation of being watched and he smiled innocently at you as you crawled yourself up from the indignity of sleep and he didn’t even look away as you pretended as if you’d intended for this sort of thing to happen all along.

Whatever protests to your shushing him just now had quit and you moved your focus down to his lips. You were leaning and doing your best to resist the physical pull you felt to him, your resolve was strong today. You had been keeping a distance today. You scribbled some more onto your sketchpad that you held up to your chest to hide all of the awful things you were doing to his pretty face with your clumsy fingers. It was so bad. You didn’t usually draw, but somehow you’d come into this with false confidence. You’d really thought you’d do better than this. But this didn’t look like him at all. You dragged the pencil led down from the top of his forehead, pulling strands of black hair down again and again, hoping that by simply adding more hair you might be able to cover up some of your many offenses.

You’d made no grand claims to being an artist. Perhaps the most disappointing part of this was that you actually were trying.

His lips were soft and plump. Moisturized and full and in the middle of one of the humps sat yet another mole. You’d been counting them with a little hum from the back of your throat with each little dot you counted on the face of your polka dot man, when you looked up again, the corners of his lips were pulled into a tiny smile, clashing with the shape his mouth that you’d already sketched down somewhere below his nose and definitely too close to his chin for accuracy. You hadn’t drawn him with a smile. He needed to stop that.

You lifted your pencil, “Stop smiling. You’re ruining everything.” Your lack of talent wasn’t his fault, but somehow you felt better blaming this monstrosity on him. His eyes widened and he lifted a hand to his chest, lifting both of his fuzzy caterpillars in protest, in indignation, and you made a quick shushing sound with hiss and a tisk from the back of your throat and he somehow resisted the urge to say anything out loud.

The rules to this ridiculous game were clear and you’d both agreed to the terms ahead of time.

You each got 30 minutes to draw each other with the art supplies you’d found in the box. The subject of the portrait was not allowed to speak or move and the artist with the closer likeness would be the winner. If neither of you could agree on a winner, you’d enlist an outside judge. You looked down at the image you’d captured and seemed so bad he’d have to go out of his way to lose to you.

The prize was the last pack of ramen. Something, it seemed, that Kyungsoo might be ready to kill for. You weren’t too invested in the noodles, but you sure enjoyed seeing him work so hard for them. The loser had to wash the mountain of dishes that mocked you from the kitchen counter.

You knew when to quit. You’d shaded your last bits around his eyes, attempting somehow to make shadows but really ending up with some sort of leatherback sea turtle effect on this terrible portrait that might have looked a little bit like him if he was turning into some sort of half man, half moss covered forest creature caught mid transformation. The timer on his phone was ringing and Kyungsoo was exhaling a long breath, shaking his head and pulling his face into dramatic stretches. You placed your monstrosity face-down on the mattress you both sat on in the middle of this kitchen and you did your best to keep your poker-face in place. You wouldn’t let him know that he’d already won the game. He had to work for it a little bit first.

“Okay my turn,” he declared and he actually cracked his knuckles before grabbing his own sketchpad and reaching forward to grab ahold of the pile of assorted color pencils you’d been working through. Maybe that’s where you’d gone wrong, trying to match his skin tone and rosy lips and darker skin colored shadows which without any actual skill behind the application just made him look kind of abused. You should have gone with just black and white. Maybe the result wouldn’t have been so bad.

Kyungsoo was seated on his butt with his legs crossed and he scooted closer to where you sat waiting for him to position you into the pose he wanted you in so he could begin. His close proximity to you had his inner thighs flush up against your knees and you idly wondered about the necessity of such closeness. You’d done his portrait with just a little bit of leaning whenever you needed to get closer to see better.

But here he was.

You squared your shoulders and clasped both hands in your lap looking into his up-close face and you waited, giving the smallest bounce of your eyebrows the second he looked up from his sketchbook and his brown eyes slipped up the length of your face and bounced all around your features, somehow never quite sinking down deep into your eyes. He was looking up at your forehead and he lifted his rounded fingers, lightly trailing the pads of his fingertips over the skin of your forehead down over your eyebrow, you could feel the stray strands of hair he brushed aside. The touch was so light and yet it quickly followed with the silent slip of his eyes down into yours where they lingered for half a second; for long enough for you to inhale through your nose and have to hold it; for long enough for your own eyes to widen and and for you to feel the microscopic bounce of your eyebrows.

Those eyes had you for such a brief moment and yet you felt so captured. Maybe it was the way he was observing you. He had a job to do here though, and he let you go. You exhaled slowly through your nose, careful not to make it known that you had stopped breathing while he looked at you.

You could hear the scratching of his pencil on his notepad in his lap. He kept it just angled enough to keep you from being able to see what he drew and when the temptation grew too irresistible you lowered your chin just a hair, dropping your eyes with your churning curiosity.

Would you also look like a troll or did he have some actual talent? So far he’d proven to be annoyingly talented at so many things.

You felt his fingertips land just below your chin and he lifted your face up with the slightest of pressure with warm fingertips that did not leave your skin right away. He was looking into your eyes again and you forced your eyes to remain up. It took some effort and with him looking at you again this way you felt the same captivation as before. His fingertips under your chin, no longer needing to direct you, yet remaining nonetheless. His fingers left your face and his eyes looked back down at his sketchpad and you exhaled the held breath just as carefully with a controlled and undetectable exhale. You rolled your eyes around inside your head, to moisten them, to make a promise to yourself -- you would make an effort to get the upper hand over your flimsy self control. You would not cheat. You would stay still and you’d follow the rules and then you’d wash the dishes when he was done and you’d probably even wash his still warm ramen bowl after he ate all of the noodles by himself.

If you weren’t allowed to see his progress you’d just have to settle with reading the reflections of moisture in his eyes. You’d just have to settle for catching every glance and glimpse of his pretty eyes that examined your face so closely you swear to god you could make out the shape of you reflected back in his black pupils.

Kyungsoo lifted his pencil to your face, placing the eraser end of his pencil flush against your skin in a few spots that you wondered if he’d ever let you win against him at least once in your life together. He held it once against your forehead, marking a spot on the pencil with his thumb and adjusting something on his masterpiece.

He was back with the pencil and he leaned in and squinted as he looked quite closely at your mouth. The scrutiny had you feeling a certain way and you pursed your lips just a little bit, puckering your chin and giving your face the smallest shake and you cleared your throat.

Your movement caught his attention and he was holding a tiny grin somewhere trapped inside of his mouth. You could see the evidence of it in his eyes.

After not too much of a fight and while he was looking down at his work you saw his mouth pull into a wider grin. He was laughing. Maybe at you.

You knew you shouldn’t speak so you dipped your face ever so slightly and lifted your eyebrows with the tiniest questioning whine escaping from the back of your throat.

His smile widened and you saw teeth, and his eyes bounced up to touch into yours, hearing your unspoken question and clearly understanding.

“Nothing,” he said with the smile still on his face and a quick shake of his head back and forth, refusing to tell you. His response made you furrow your brows and your head ticked backward with a pout forming on your lips from him denying you an explanation. What exactly was funny enough for him to be wearing that silly smile. Was it something about your face maybe? Was it a flaw, perhaps? Something you’d spot in the magnified mirror and obsess over for a week? Did he see something too?

He was still focusing on his work, but you felt the tiny scowl in your lips and when he looked up again you pulled your eyes away from his, looking straight ahead at the empty kitchen behind his head.

You could feel him looking at you. The kitchen cabinets were old and had big sections of chipped away and flaked paint and you wondered how many years ago this place was painted. His face bounced around in front of yours, eyes seeking to touch yours again and you kept your focus on the big loose flakes of paint that might come off easily if you wanted something fun to occupy your evening tonight, you could pick off that old paint all alone and get lead poisoning from it without the man who wouldn’t tell you what he found so damn funny about your face.

“Hey,” you heard him say and you inhaled a very slow, very steady, and very calm breath; exhaling that used-up air with just as slow, steady, and calm of an exit. He called you. You ignored him and stared at your chipped paint.

“Princess?” Warm fingers touched over the back of your hand and his face moved just in front of your line of sight, those brown eyes moved in, uninvited and you felt it again. He had you again, so easily, his sweet tone and that sweet nickname and you gave in. You tightened your fists between your thighs and his eyes roamed around your face again, slipping down into your eyes. You hadn’t heard any scribbling on his paper in a while and you wondered if this multi-talented man was already finished beating you at something else. Your eyelids bounced as you fought against your desires and he was so close to you now you wondered if he had moved even closer while you had your own silent little big-baby fit about absolutely nothing a few minutes ago.

You heard his inhale and your lips parted when you felt the warmth of his hand land over your cheek. You moved nearly unconsciously, pulling your chin up so your lips were in line with his. You could still feel it inside of your chest, that very minor fit, that very slight upset at the very idea that he was laughing at you about something he refused to tell you. You knew you were being silly. This knowledge did not help you any.

“I think I’m done drawing,” he said with a whisper and you inhaled to speak the moment he called it. If he was done you didn’t need to be still and quiet anymore.

“What was so funny before?” You could hear the petulance in your voice as you said it, but you just couldn’t help it. You had some insecurities that loved to make an appearance at inconvenient times, no matter how lovely of a time you’d been having with him. Your question pulled his attention back up and he lifted a single eyebrow with a little tick of his head.

“Oh,” he said with his mouth pulling into another smile with such a softness inside his eyes as he caved to it. He was shaking his head and he broke eye contact.

“It’s,” he inhaled again and you could make out just a little bit of a rosy shade that covered over his neck. If he had that color during your portrait you would have used all of the crimson colors you had in your pile and made him look like some sort of red-necked woodpecker, “it’s silly, but I drew your lips without actually looking at them first. And when I did look, I got them right,” he gave a little head shake and he wrinkled his nose, inhaled, and his focus was back on your face and you felt his hand slip off of your cheek now that he had you back from the silly fit that was really nothing at all; as you knew deep down all along it would be. Your sweet boyfriend would never make fun of your face.

You shook your head lightly, getting his point but feeling a desire for him to say more. Maybe he could describe just how many days, hours, weeks, months he’d daydreamed about kissing your lips. The smile on his lips sank slowly and his eyelids sagged halfway down before he inhaled again, “I‘ve had your face in my mind for so long, I hardly even had to look at you.”

Oh, yes, of course.

Of course it wasn’t something bad that he had noticed. You felt your own lips purse and your bottom lip pushed forward, feeling rather ridiculous for the negative thoughts that had filled your head earlier, before you even gave him, or yourself any credit at all, even though deep down inside you knew it, you knew it.

“I still wanted to. To look at you.” He was smiling while looking down at the sketchbook in his hands, “you have a very nice face. I feel everything when I look at you.”

He blinked slowly and his eyes were back. “I can't even remember anymore -- it was so recent, but I’m struggling to remember any of those old feelings from before. Before I loved you.” He laughed to himself once, “But even this — kind of feels like a dream. I get these flashes of fear that I might still wake up.”

He leaned into you then, moving in close so quickly your eyes went crossed and he blurred in front of you and you gasped in surprise when his lips parted just over your pouting bottom lip and he kissed you quick. You hardly had time to register him coming in, let alone kiss him back.

“You’re still real.” He said with the softest giggle. You felt a tightness inside of your throat. How could he be this beautiful? You felt such warmth in your cheeks. It was the suddenness of it. After yesterday, even after the love you and he had shared together, even with the small touches and longing looks, it was still all so brand new to you both that you almost felt too nervous to touch him as freely as you really wanted to. Maybe he really had been the more conservative type of man. What if you scared him off with how much you wanted from him and how badly you craved him? He seemed to pick up on your nerves and memories of him just sleeping beside you last night not touching you and you too nervous to touch him; well of course this odd distance from him only made you even more anxious for every little potential touch from him. The kiss just now nearly sent you back in time.

You felt the burst of butterflies that filled your chest and you felt absolutely accosted by the overwhelming surge of giddiness that instantly followed.

You had to cover your face. Both of your hands flew up to touch over the burning heat you felt in your cheeks and you closed out the view of him. You had to hold it in, but my God this rush was unparalleled and the built up energy had to go somewhere. It came out of you as giggles; you were too worked up again. You were giggling like a mad-woman hiding under your own hands and when you peaked through your fingers that breathtaking smile on Kyungsoo’s face never even came close to satisfying it; the deep need you felt inside of you to look at him, to laugh with him, to be silly with him and play with him. The best you could do was the little squeal; lean forward with both of your hands on his shoulders and the smallest push against him. How dare he be this perfect, this attractive, this absolutely loveable and how dare he do it with a face that gorgeous?

With the push came some more laughter from somewhere inside of him, you’d jostled it free with the attack and your eyes caught the flutter of a sketchbook that fell down onto the mattress beside his thigh. Your eyes couldn’t resist looking, you really did not try to look and you hadn’t even seen all of it but what you did see was a black and white pencil sketch of a nearly perfect representation of your mouth. There was expert level shading, there was absolutely no mistaking the raw talent this man had for drawing even though at the beginning of this game, he’d promised, swore to you up and down that he had no formal training in art, hadn’t even taken a single art class or watched an art centric youtube video. His fingers grabbed his book the moment it had fallen and since it had all happened so quickly, you’d given nothing away to betray the fact that you had seen it.

Your mind was slipping down to the memory of what you’d managed. That awful monstrosity that sat face down on the mattress beside you and you could feel a dark and dirty cloud; the used motor oil-like, dirty mop water-esque, three times used bath water sense of absolute shame covering over you from your head to your toes. He was just so very special and seeing yourself compared to him just made you feel unworthy. Unworthy of his time, his company, his touches and kisses and love. You felt an urge to hide from this feeling.

You reached a hand out and gripped your sketchpad tightly, shoving it far under your thighs so that you sat on the thing and you opened your mouth to begin hostage negotiations both to save your pride and to save his feelings for having to see such a terrible gross misrepresentation of that absolute beautiful face of his.

His giggles had long since calmed down and you closed your eyes and inhaled a steadying breath; your recent giggles now a long distance memory and in no way competition to beat back the apprehension you felt coursing through your mind.

He couldn’t see this. You’d just give up now and you’d take this thing to the grave with you. He could have the ramen. You’d wash the dishes. You’d rip the page out, tear it into a million pieces and you’d eat every single bit if you had to, but he couldn’t see this.

“Umm,” you said softly, your eyes unable to meet his very suddenly — suspiciously so — and finding your mouth had gone too dry for your words to come out freely, you had to lick your lips, look at the cupboards with the chipping paint flecks behind his head and shake your head to loosen up your tongue.

“I -- uhh,” You exhaled, knowing that it was ridiculous for you to be suddenly nervous about this but you knew the kind of person he was, you needed to find a way to get out of this without raising too much suspicion so he would let it go and just take the win.

“I don’t think we should do this.” The second the words were out of your mouth, you looked into his face and you noticed the immediacy with which you’d grabbed his attention. This game had been a bad idea and you needed to convince him that it was in his best interest not to complete it.

But something was changing on his face; that beautiful smile was sinking quite slowly and he pulled his chin back, giving his head the smallest head shake of non-understanding.

“I just don’t think — it’s the best idea —” your brain wasn’t working right. His eyes had changed and it had happened so suddenly, the dramatic darkening inside of his eyes swallowed up your words and took your confidence.

“What are you talking about?” His whispered question felt so small and unsure and you absolutely hated the look that had manifested in his eyes. Oh no. You’d used the wrong words for this. You’d captured a look of fear in his eyes; the very last thing you meant to do.

You very quickly reached a finger out to lightly grip the sketchbook he’d abandoned on the mattress beside him. You were shaking your head, stoutly denying the awful conclusions he’d had jumped too.

“Let’s just say you won, okay?” There was a whining, pleading tone in your next words to him and that flash of darkness in his eyes shifted when he looked down at the sketchbook that you were still pulling into your lap, while shoving your own farther under your butt. The smile on your face was to really sell it. He won, you lost. Neither of you needed to check the drawings.

You heard a sound come from his chest. A rough exhaled puff of pure air straight from deep inside of lungs. He was lifting his hands and rubbing roughly over this face.

“Why would you say it like that? I thought you meant us.” He said from under his hands and when he pulled his hands down you could see a distinct pinkness in his cheeks, his ears were bright red kind of like the bright red ears on a Tasmanian devil. Maybe the portrait needed more color.

The man had been flustered by your choice of words. Your hands were up and you waved away the very thought of that. Your own insecurities be damned, you loved him and you weren’t about to give him up so easily.

You quickly spoke, to clarify. “No, no. You can have the ramen. I’ll wash the dishes. We should stop this game.”

You smiled wider, meaning it. Nodding your head with how much you meant it. Searching inside of his eyes for signs that he was accepting your graceful terms of defeat.

Kyungsoo shook his head back and forth and closed his eyes lightly through the denial. He had no convincing smile on his face to maintain. He had no scams to run to get out of showing his portrait.

“But you won,” you said with your teeth bared, the wide smile getting more difficult to maintain. “I lost. We don’t need to check. You’re superior. I’m inferior. You’re the best. I’m the worst.”

His face was blank now and he was watching as you rambled, simply letting you dish out as many nervous words as you could at a rate at least twice as fast as a normal loser might declare their loserdom.

“Winner.” You motioned a hand toward him and that blank look in his eyes turned into a suspicious squint. You were over selling it. Something that had been impossible to sell to begin with. Perhaps you’d never have been able to convince him that he didn’t have to look at your picture.

“Loser.” You whispered with your hand on your chest.

“What did you do? Did you draw me with devil horns or something?”

“Not on purpose,” you answered in a shameful whisper. “I really did my best, but, please — it’s just so, so bad.” Your hands were clenched down very tightly both of the sketchbooks. Your right palm dug quite hard against the metal rings that bound the pages together.

“Let me see,” he said in a very calm voice. You wished your own voice could sound so calm.

You shook your head.

“We agreed. Let me see.” You let go of his own sketchbook but doubled down on your own, grabbing tightly with your left hand to the mattress when you noticed the shift in his balance. He would have to drag you out of this room to get this sketchbook from your hands. The silliness of your overdramatics we’re having an effect on him. You could see that the smile was back on his lips. You did your best to fight your own smile but you could already feel just how ridiculous you must seem.

“We can share the ramen and we can wash the dishes together.”

Oh, he was offering now. He was negotiating with his precious ramen and his precious free time after lunch and you had been a fool to think you’d ever get away from this without playing the entire game you’d agreed to play with him.

You closed your eyes and you exhaled through your mouth, opening your eyes again to find that his face had changed again.

“Please, let me see it.” This expression felt much more dangerous. His lips had pulled into a pout, a powerful one. His pretty bottom lip pushed out and his brown eyes begged well before his whining words eked out.

“What did you do to me?” The question felt oddly pointed. Did he still mean the drawing? His voice had dipped with his chin that puckered, his eyebrows and his eyes pleaded.

Your mouth fell open. You hadn’t seen him act this way before and you felt blindsided by how easily you began to entertain the idea of giving in. He leaned in closer to where you stubbornly sat gripping the mattress with just a little less force now and loosening your tight and aching hold around those metal rings of the book.

He leaned in closer to you, that same disarming pout growing even deeper on his face but he was moving so close the polka dots, woodpecker neck, and Tasmanian devil ears all blurred together; you could hardly even see his mouth but you could feel the body heat radiating off his skin.

He could have it.

He could have anything he asked you for as long as he asked for it in this way.

“Baby,” he whined softly, right into your ear. “Please let me see it.”

You felt that whispered word, all that it represented, the very first time he’d called you that, it sunk straight down inside of your chest and you could have let go of everything. That word, that name for you, for how he felt about you, said with that low voice of his, directed at you with about enough sweet syrup dripping off of his tongue to soften every single nervous gasp, every tremble of your hands that grasped so feebly at your old habits and insecurities and every uncertainty you had inside of your body.

His warm palms, as hot as they were debilitating, slipped around your waist and both of his arms slinked tightly around you and you gasped out loud when he pulled you into him, and where he sat, onto his lap; moving you so easily within his strong arms. His lips bounced against your earlobe and you felt too stunned to move. Your skin was ablaze. He was touching you. He was so close to you and he was calling you Baby and you were actually floating away; no longer glued to this mattress with that terrible book under your butt; he had you on his lap and in his arms and his lips had just touched your neck and you were putty. A pitiful, weak-boned loser.

“It’s really bad. Like actually awful. You’ll die,” you whispered, feeling like some sort of puppet under his direct control. You’d felt so desperate for him to actually touch you all morning that honestly, he could get whatever he wanted from you. You were a damned idiot if you thought you stood a chance in any kind of fight against this man.

You felt the inhale he took from within your hair and heard the small stutter of a grunt in his throat. The moment he’d gotten his warm hands around you, you’d already felt too affected by him, by his closeness and now with the way he breathed in his oxygen from so close to you, exhaling again slowly with the ghost of a groan echoing through the chambers of your heart, you were pretty certain his mind was beginning to drift away from the actual discussion you both had been having about the portraits.

“Sorry,” he whispered. He was wrapped all around you but he suddenly felt tense and whatever coaxing movements had quite suddenly paused with his apology. “I’ve been trying to behave -- I know I should hold back and I shouldn’t do things like this, but you have certain--” his head pulled back enough for you to be able to see his face, see his eyes and the movement of his lips as he spoke. His hand was waving now, indicating with his motions what he meant, “--certain parts of you that make me lose my mind.”

“I don't want you to think that I only want one thing from you.”

The tightness with which he’d held you had gone slack and you felt him shift under your ass and you were slid, very carefully down the curve of his hips until you were no longer sitting on him.

It felt like such a loss. You could have wept.

You were shaking your head back and forth. He had been holding back. He had been sparing with his touches and before you had a chance to respond to him, to tell him exactly how much you did not want him to hold back with you at all, he was reaching with his fingertips and grabbing both notebooks and suddenly the crisis was no longer happening inside of your pants but right here on this mattress with him flipping both of the books around at the exact same time so that they were both face up in all of their holy hell, putrid and horrifying, and lovely and absolutely fucking incredible glories.

You ran your fingertips over his drawing of your face and you melted. It was very obviously your face. it was you. It felt like love when you looked at it. Your chest felt tight. You noticed he’d added small details that you were positive you’d been the only one to notice about yourself. A tiny mark here mirroring something that had happened to you long before you were able to form lasting memories. The look he’d somehow managed to capture in your eyes had a depth that you didn’t think was possible to create with just a pencil and paper and yet the focus he portrayed looked far away, deep in thought perhaps, and somehow, inexplicably beautiful.

Beside it sat your portrait.

To your surprise, Kyungsoo did not laugh right away. You did hear the sharp intake of breath he took as he looked at what you had spent the entire 30 minutes to produce. This … shit. He lifted his hand to cover over his mouth and God dammit, he’d held out for so long. Longer than anyone in their right mind could have done.

A testament to how much he loved you; how desperately good the sex had been but how much he didn’t want you to think he was only after one thing was spelled out right there in the stifled silence before he broke.

Right before that palm clasped over his parted lips, you could see the pinkness in his cheeks, the stuttered exhaled breath that came out in rhythmic huffs from both is nose and his mouth and he was holding himself together at the seams now, that hand covering over his mouth and his eyes feasting on the rotten truth before him. It was so bad.

“Oh nooo,” he whispered through a trembling voice, and you closed your eyes up, bit down on your bottom lip hard and risked another quick glance at his face. “Oh my God -- what is wrong with me?” He was staring down at it, picking it up and, holding it up to his face, even looking closer at it and then his hand was back on his mouth, this time he pinched his nostrils closed hard and the suction of his desperate inhale pulled them tight. He was shaking now, on the inside. You felt the trembles through the mattress. You could hear the silent laughter stuttering deep down inside of him, even though his hand plugged his nose and his mouth as tightly as he could manage to dampen the sounds of his laughter but it only made it more frantic.

It was impossible not to laugh. You knew this would happen. It was so awful and dreadful it actually might have looped back around to some obscenely hilarious thing that definitely shouldn't exist; this cursed object.

“L-Look, why c-colors” he couldn't even talk. Your chest was shaking with your own laughter but when his rounded fingertips pointed to the eyebrows, you lost the fight against it. You had to cover your mouth to keep from actually spitting on him.

“Help -- my, my eyebrows,” he was lifting that same hand that touched the portrait and he rubbed his fingertips over his own eyebrows on his face, probably checking to see if a family of big black creepy crawly caterpillars had moved in when he hadn’t been paying attention.

You reached a hand forward and laid it over the drawing, covering as much as you could but both of you were laughing too much to get many words out. Your out of breath squeaks did their best to convey the ‘No. Stop. Don’t look anymore,’ messages. He was pulling your fingers down to uncover more bits to try and ask you questions about. You heard something to the effect of ‘w-why m-my nose’ but he fell over onto his side; rolling onto his back with his eyes closed up tight and his laughter taking the rest of his words and making them come out in rough nonsensical guffaws.

The laughter was too deep. His hands were holding his belly and you reached up a swift palm to smack several times on his butt in some attempt to get him to stop the maniacal laughter and breathe before he died.

“Stop. Stop! I told you, you’d die.”

He was gasping through it, wiping wetness from his eyes and your abdominal muscles were beginning to ache from it all.

“It’s so funny and so amazing,” he managed to sit back up but he was wobbly and very pink and even a little bit damp. “I can’t believe this.”

“It’s so awful! Stop, stop.” You’d reached for the book, pullin hard and the second he’d registered that you were grabbing it he doubled down, holding it so tight you might both rip it in half before either of you gave it up.

“No, no, no, it’s mine,” he was really fighting you for it. You lost your flimsy hold on it amid the giggles. His eyes were wide and his voice was agitated and overly dramatic sounding. “You cannot take this from me. I’ll never ever forgive you. It is mine.”

“I’m pretty sure this is going to be a core memory.” He’d scooted himself several times back and away from you with his precious disaster and he held it up right beside his face, “Look at us, we’re twins.”

You collapsed in laughter again to see them side by side. Your stomach genuinely ached and you were actually begging him now, “Kyungsoo, please. No more. I’m going to puke.”

You had to put a stop to it. He was insane. He could have it. You give up. You could only escape. You pushed yourself up and off of this mattress in the middle of the floor, took a step over the projector that was still playing some long forgotten movie on mute and you made your way toward the kitchen sink for your punishment.

You weren’t working alone for long. Kyungsoo was quick to slink up beside you, flipping on his radio and slipping his hands into the same soapy water you had your hands inside.

It wasn’t exactly a practical way to wash dishes. His hands kept grabbing for the same things you were already washing and after the little tug-of-war over a coffee mug that resulted in a tidal wave of soapy water that soaked your t-shirt to near transparent levels you had to actually shove the man with your hips away from your sink of dishes. He was unshovable. While he did move a tiny bit, he was back in an instant with a rough plop of his hands right back into your water and a chest full of manic giggles. You were feeling just a little bit exasperated by his silliness. It was adorable and it was, it was taking at least twice as long as it needed to and you were actually getting very wet. Your shirt stuck to your skin.

You inhaled to voice out a quick complaint, not even looking at him as you nagged. “Dammit, Baby, let me wash them. The soapy part is not a two person job. Why don't you just rinse them or dry them or put them away? Get out of my bubbles.”

You’d expected him to move. You’d expected him to take his hands out of the water, rinse them off under the tap and move to some other more helpful spot in the kitchen so you both could get this boring chore out of the way and maybe play another game, or take an explorative walk outside to survey the damage from the storm. He hadn’t moved though and after a few moments of his very noticeable stillness you turned to look at him.

Kyungoo was looking at you, an odd expression on his face, almost confusion, almost disbelief. Did he not usually do boring kitchen chores? He was watching your face for a long while and you watched the very slow manifestation of a smile that built on his lips. His eyebrows rose up above his eyes and that same smile stuttered halfway through. His cheeks seemed just a shade rosier and you genuinely could not figure out what could possibly be going through his head.

“What?” you had to ask. He was suddenly acting stranger than normal. He was, ultimately, a weirdo deep down inside, but this was an odd reaction even for him.

He leaned in then, his warm and soft lips landed over your mouth and this time he kissed you much slower than that quick stolen kiss during the game. You had a few moments to respond, you had a few moments to close your eyes and enjoy the unbelievable softness of his lips, the taste of his tongue. The sopping wet, soapy hand prints that added to the wetness on your shirt was an afterthought to the warm breath that you pulled into your lungs from his mouth, the slow and gentle way he pulled away from you before coming in again and when at least he inhaled to speak he didn’t bother to move his lips away from yours with the whisper.

“You called me, Baby“ he said with his teeth bumping lightly against your top lip, “Am I your Baby? How can I resist? What should I do when you call me that?”

Did you really call him that? You knew you’d been nagging him. He got you all wet with his stubborn attempts to help.

“Did I?” You whispered with a little raise of your eyebrows. His eyes were on you when he gave you the smallest nod of his head and you remembered something about the odd words he’d been saying and the pointed way he’d held back with you all day. Small touches here and there but that unbelievably sexy man who had not only fucked you last night, but did so without hesitation or even protection was now trying to behave himself.

Was he standoffish because the two of you had rushed into things so quickly? Was he out of his depth now and trying to retreat and rewind? Was this someone being done out of misguided respect for you or was he somehow reacting to your own anxious energy you’d been emitting all morning? You admit you had been rather nervous around him today but that wasn’t because you had any reservations or regrets; it was just so very new to you and the last thing you wanted to do was fuck things up so early in the game when the two of you were still getting to know each other by essentially living together in a strange place right off the bat.

Your lifted your still dripping hands, trailing a wet path over his shirt from his abdomen up his firm chest and your eyes followed your fingertips over his shoulder bring your fingers to touch lightly over the back of his neck. His hands were still around your waist and his eyes had drifted a little with you touching him.

You’d been so nervous today that you hadn’t touched him much, maybe even not at all. Maybe it had been your doing. The unwelcome weirdness.

“Baby,” you called out and you pulled your eyes up from the view of his parted lips that inhaled a sharp breath, looking up into his deep brown eyes that searched your face with the sweet name again slipping off of your tongue, “Why are you holding back? If it’s for my sake, I don’t want that.”

“You seemed,” he pulled his head back to look into your eyes and whispered, “a little different today. I thought —”

You leaned in and you kissed him, capturing whatever words he had to say about whatever weird nervous mixed signals you’d accidentally sent him with your lips.

His eyes watched closely for whatever meanings you’d hidden inside of that kiss when you pulled away.

“I’m just — you make me nervous and a lot has changed.” His mouth hung open and he watched you speak. “I must like you too much.”

“But I am serious about you, Kyungsoo, and I definitely don’t want you to hold back with me,” you added quickly and the look in his eyes changed as the corners of his lips twitched hinting at the smallest smile. He licked his lips and bit down before anything obvious could manifest.

“You’re nervous?” You heard a hint of amusement in his question and finally, your eyes caught the smallest slip of a smile on his pretty face.

“What do we do? We can’t both be nervous. I called dibs on nervous already, so you have to be something else.”

His reassurances brought a smile to your face and you’d both stood here for too long already. The fabric on his chest had begun to lose the wet hand prints. The dish water was in danger of going cold.

He moved first, with a quick dip of his hands inside of the bubbles he was grabbing dishes, your dishes, your punishment for destroying something as breathtakingly beautiful as his face and he was washing them. You were shaking your head as soon as you noticed what he was doing.

“You stop washing them right now.”

“My woman shouldn’t have to suffer alone,” he mumbled and you opened your mouth to protest.

“No, Kyungsoo, I turned you into a sea monster. Let me do it.”

You should not have said anything. He inhaled a sudden gasp and his eyes closed up tight as he started to laugh all over again, bringing his wet and soapy hand up to cover over his belly in pain as he laughed. The contagiousness of his giggles had you laughing entirely against your will. His laughter didn’t even sound enjoyable anymore, he simply couldn’t help it. He breathed in and out again, forcefully deep, trying to control it; holding a hand up and pressing fingers into his arching cheeks.

“Sea monster! I was trying to figure out the animal. It was definitely something aquatic. Why did you put so many spots on me?”

“Those were your moles, Kyungsoo, you are covered in them.”

“Jesus. I am? Really?” he whined out his question in a playful voice and you smiled widely and nodded your head up and down in earnest. He really was quite spotted and the more you looked at him the more you saw. They were quickly becoming one of your favorite things about his face.

His balance was off and it was easy to pull his hands up by the forearms and plop him down into the other side of the sink, getting him the hell out of your bubbles once and for all. You had no idea he could be so silly and so happy so deep down on the inside that it bubbled up from inside of him and spilled out all over like this. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt this kind of joy before and to feel this while scrubbing the burned on bottom of an old soup pot that was probably older than you were was unreal.

The stray giggles had long gone quiet and you’d both worked in a comfortable silence for quite some time before he inhaled and whispered out a casual sounding question.

“Do you want to finish watching that movie after this?”

You looked behind you at that mattress and the movie you’d hardly been paying any attention to and looked back at him. At some point, he must have paused it. You searched your recent memory and you could have sworn that he wasn’t really paying much attention to it either, but maybe he had seen it before.

You watched his profile for a few seconds, noticing how he’d quite calmly asked this question, made no other suggestions for other movies, or even suggested restarting it so you could catch up on the plot and after a few moments his tongue darted out and he moistened his bottom lip, swallowed the moisture in his mouth and he just quietly cleared his throat in a very certain sort of way; all the while not looking up from the pot that had rinsed and re-rinsed at least five times now.

This was something.

You weren’t born yesterday. There was something happening here with this innocent, but only on the surface question that he’d clearly worked up the nerve to ask only after confirming how very receptive you were to the idea of him not holding himself back when it came to the physical aspects of your brand new relationship. Doh Kyungsoo was testing the waters.

You asked an equally innocent question.

“Any updates from the hospital?”

He must have known what you were asking. Would the two of you continue to be alone for a significant amount of time? Enough time for whatever might take place under that blanket on that comfy mattress if you just so happened to agree to slipping into that bed with him under the guise of watching an easy to ignore movie that neither of you were invested in.

“Still waiting. They’ll be a while longer,” he said into his sixth rinse, all of his attention and focus down on that flowing water. You didn’t even give his response an acceptable amount of time to stew before you shrugged out a quick response.

“Sure,” you answered his first question with as much nonchalance as you could convince your tongue to portray, “let’s watch the rest of the movie.”

You were still looking at him when he finally pulled his eyes up to look at your face with your nonplussed ‘Sure.’ Your lift of a single eyebrow as you accepted his suggestion to watch the movie had his big eyes watching your face for a long while and somewhere hidden deep inside of those dark pupils, you caught the slithering tail-end of enough thick desire to flood your stomach with heat. The bounce of his own eyebrows and that slipping focus of his eyes that slid down your face; sinking down to your lips and sitting right there until you felt the itching need to twitch, to lick your lips, to bite down on them to do anything you could manage to do to satisfy those dark eyes of his and get him to finally look away from you.

The dishes were washed, dried, and put away.

No movie snacks were prepared.

There were no attempts to catch you up on what you missed on the movie; you doubted he himself knew. You didn’t even know the name of this movie and when you’d made your way to the mattress you found him sitting on his butt, his legs bent up in front of him at the knees, and with a quick button pressed on his phone, that movie began to play again.

You took your space beside him and adopted a similar position, wrapping both arms around your knees and you stared ahead at the wall where the movie scene played, feeling an overwhelming nervousness about the unpredictability of this. This movie had something to do with magic. You’d seen bits of flashes of lights and smoke. Someone had said a spell. You could feel him moving beside you, shifting his body into a more comfortable position with the piles of pillows propped up behind his back. He adopted a more casual half laying down position, his knee caps facing in your direction and his chin propped on his hand bent at the elbow. You could not even tell if his eyes were on the movie. You felt much too self aware to face him right now. You didn’t look directly at him but kept an eye on him in your peripheral vision.

You forced your eyes forward but your every focus remained on the position, the slight movements, the little adjustments of the man who laid down beside you. The movie was playing and yet you could hardly absorb a single cinematic detail and you were still sitting up on your butt with your arms wrapped tightly around your bent knees, beginning to feel the urge to just give into this and lay down beside him under this ridiculous guise of watching a movie. You knew what this was. Your body was already responding with the flush of heat you felt all over, because of him, because of this man who had so easily burrowed himself a permanent home right under your skin.

Your legs were beginning to feel tingly. You had to move. You had to shift. You couldn’t really see the screen as well as you wanted to with the angle your face had been in and that was why you couldn’t focus on this. It had nothing to do with anything else, it was just for comfort, the tingly legs, the angle of the screen.

Fifteen minutes into the scene, you moved. You shifted further down on the bed, you let the blanket he pulled up cover over your legs and you laid down with the center of your back propped up on your own personal pile of pillows. You pulled another one just under your head and you let your face sink toward his just a little bit, just enough to feel the warmth and comfort of another living human beside you, just enough for you to be able to smell his skin.

It took another ten minutes for you to relax enough to drop a hand down between both of your bodies and it only took two minutes for you to feel the warmth of his fingertips touching lightly over the back of your hand and your silly mind lost the ability to keep track of time after that.

His fingers were traveling, just light as a feather touching up and down your arm, slipping up high into the crook of your elbow before switching direction and making his way back down again with just as light of pressure and as heavy as hell intentions.

You felt on fire. Every single perceivable thing about the man felt heightened. Your cells felt the warmth of his cells. Your skin was hyper aware of the exact position and location he lay in. You knew his bent knees were maybe 4 centimeters from yours, facing you. His thighs would have been within grazing distance from your hand if you merely reached a bit. Your ears tuned into the rhythm of his breathing, even the stuttered half breath he took with the little block you heard in his throat made its way into your ears and when he shifted his face mere millimeters you turned yours in involuntary response. It felt unimaginable that he wasn’t touching you more. He wasn’t reaching a hand up to slip behind your neck to pull you into him; he wasn’t lifting himself up to kiss you on the mouth, wasn’t rolling over your body and pressing himself in between your needy thighs, he was just laying there, lightly touching your inner arm with his fingertips as your entire body burst into flames that rivaled the burning building you caught glimpses of in that movie.

You could have fallen with one word from his mouth.

It was the last slow exhale that did it. You could tell that his lips were parted and his face had turned, impossibly closer to yours. You felt the heat from his lungs against your face and the skin of your scalp prickled and pulled with the goosebumps that spread from your nape down to the center of your spine; it moved like a wave through you and when you finally lost the battle and turned your face enough to look at him, he was watching your face with his dark brown eyes. The moment he had you held within, he inhaled through those parted lips and let his eyelids sink down halfway through the breath, his brown irises turned black in this dim lighting, his pupils never once letting go of your face.

He didn’t look away.

You couldn’t look away.

The forces radiating out of him felt too heavy to resist and you gave in with a sigh. You turned your face, dipped into him and you kissed his lips. That want had you by a chokehold, the way you wanted him nearly suffocated you.

You kissed him and he kissed you back and oh -- oh you were trembling. It was coming from inside of your chest and each gasp for air had a stutter. His soft lips changed, tightening against your mouth; you felt the smooth hard toothiness of a grin and the puff of air from his laugh blew over the wetness left behind by his mouth. His hands were holding your face and after the chuckle from him came the inhaled whisper, “Why did it take you so damn long to kiss me?”

You didn't know. You didn’t know. You shook your head back and forth and leaned into him again, touching his face, reaching for his lips, capturing him again in another deep and desperate kiss before pulling away again to answer his question with one of your own.

“Why didn’t you do it? You could have kissed me.”

You wanted him. Every bit of your body wanted him. You kissed him again; it felt insatiable. Biting down on his lip did not satisfy it. Sucking on his tongue felt like not enough — you wanted to burrow under his skin just like he’d done to you and when you pushed yourself to sit atop of his slim waist and your thighs tightened their hold around his hips you felt eternally thankful for the thinness of the fabric of your panties below the shorts you wore today. Thin enough to be able to feel the definite shape and size of his arousal pressing hard into you; the friction and pressure gave very little relief. His hands dug hard enough into your thighs to leave marks and he pushed his hips up while his rough grip pulled you down.

He shook his head back and forth and his lips pulled, showing his teeth before he pulled his pink lips in and bit down. He made a sound from the back of his throat, a moan that turned into a no, matching the shaking of his head, answering your question with a sound before he spoke.

“It had to be you,” he said cryptically. Smiling the moment you shook your head in confusion.

“Why?”

Kyungsoo sat up then, and he was reaching for your face with one hand, wrapping his other around you, pulling you harder over his lap with a strong forearm around your lower back.

“Because I want you to fuck me—” your skin reacted first to his words whispered into your ear; you felt the goosebumps erupt everywhere. Another wave of warmth flooded your abdomen, settling between your legs.

“I already know what I want.”

“But I need you to want me. I need to feel you wrap yourself around me completely.” His hand tightened around the back of your neck and you felt the sting of his hard teeth sinking down into your neck below your ear.

“And have me.” Your breath was caught in your throat. “And fuck me.”

You nodded your head, “I do — want to,” feeling much too breathless for quite as many debilitating words as he used. Your hands were pulling uselessly at his clothes; feeling not quite in full control of yourself with the trembling that you still felt happening inside. It was too much. You were overwhelmed but you managed a whispered request, “Take your clothes off.”

You had to get off of him. The logistics of removing all of these damned layers demanded it. You let balance give in and you sank down, noticing how the clarity in your mind very gradually returned without his hands on you; without that pressure between your legs; without those low whispered weighty words in your ear.

If you’d been under the impression that he was beautiful before this moment, you hadn’t come into this with the full impression of him. You’d thought he was simply beautiful but this word felt so inadequate for the illuminatingly, nearly blinding view of this man watching you — waiting for you. You hadn’t come to this conclusion with everything; not the glimpse of that thick heady look of arousal in his eyes and the way he consumed you entirely as you stripped bare in front of him. You hadn’t made up your mind about his actual beauty without first properly considering the swollen lips; plumped up by your teeth — the dark eyes, black eyelashes, the perfectly straight hair that fell over his forehead and contrasted perfectly with the pink in his cheeks; the expanse of absolutely perfectly smooth skin; the very scant trail of dark hair that scattered from his navel; a breadcrumb trail that lead to the evidence of the effect you’d had on him. That beautiful part of him that swelled and twitched when you touched lightly along his abdomen with your fingertips as you made your way closer.

Your lips pulled into a smile, feeling quite satisfied. His beauty was overwhelming and when he saw your smile, his lips mirrored it, pulling his lips in staggered bursts as his big eyes watched you climb over this bed coming closer to where he was, moving a thigh over him to sit over his waist again. This time without any barriers between your skin and his skin.

The moment you felt him, when his hardness and your wetness met each other, the smiles fell for the sake of the other senses that overwhelmed. You closed your eyes and had to breathe through parted lips as you moved your hips over him, the slip within the wet here; each pass; each bump between your legs was particularly addictive. A peek through heavy eyelids gave you glimpses of him; his face as he felt you, the furrow of his brows, the way his lips fell open — pink and plump; the flutter and drift of his eyelids and the way his head fell back; him reacting to the way you felt slipping over the length of him. Those sinful words he’d said to you still echoed inside of your mind as you moved. You felt encouraged by his words. He wanted this. He wanted your unrestricted enjoyment of his body.

You braced your hands on his abdomen and you pushed and lifted yourself up and as if he had been made specially for you, he lined up so perfectly without any effort at all. As if you were two pieces of the same puzzle, he slipped inside of you, making you feel complete in a single motion as you sank down on top of him. And all at once, all of the feelings of this, of him inside of you, of the slight pain of the stretch, the bump against him inside and then with how good it felt to feel him again; all of this consumed you so completely, you struggled to pay attention to anything else but the memory of his words; you let go of whatever silly restrictions you usually attached to sex. You could have this man. You could do what you wanted.

Still again and again your eyes sought him out. You watched his face as you fell. He was so beautiful and so very overcome — you watched him react to the feeling of you and each gasp from his lips, each furrowed brow and each bite down of his lips all fueled your movements. His hands were touching you, moving with you and he struggled to keep his eyes open, despite the very obvious need to look at you riding him like this, these feelings took his self control away from him.

The temptation to watch his reactions was so strong but another sensation demanded precedence. Closing your eyes and feeling him was everything. With each sink, each glide, each rough grip of his hands on your hips that pulled you down onto him the pleasure built inside of you, and when you could feel yourself succumbing. When you snaked your hips forward, slipping against him in that desperate way that brought you closer, you simply gave in; tightening your thighs, tightening your walls around him, shaking and trembling and coming undone on top of him with a reckless abandoning of every inhibition you’d had in the past. Something about him -- something about Kyungsoo. You gave in without hesitation.

And he -- he gave you only a few moments of it. You were still trembling when Kyungsoo sat up, compressing his strong arms around you tight enough to steal your breath. You felt dizzy when his hand landed on the back of your neck and his demanding mouth opened; he used plump lips to spread your parted lips further, he suctioned your tongue into the hollow of his mouth and the trail of wetness that connected your mouths when he pulled away held on, succumbing to the distance with a wet pop that landed on your heaving breasts. You felt just as desperate as his needy kiss; even his humid naked skin when pressed up against yours seemed reluctant to let go, you felt the warm stickiness wherever your skin met his, and when he moved just too far away, the humidity slicked over your skin’s surface begged to hold on just a little while longer.

His tight hold around you did not let you go, even through the rough roll as his muscles pushed and you found yourself on your back, looking up into the ceiling at the harsh fluorescent lights that lined this big room. Your limbs all wrapped tightly around his body as he pushed and pushed and pushed in between your sticky thighs, into the slick wetness, deep inside of you again and again until he was shaking, until he was pushing in hard, until he was moaning into your ear with that low voice, until the tremors echoed inside and brought the flooded heat that he filled you up with.

There was a pause, only for a few breath’s worth of time.

You felt the weight of his body land over your chest for a moment.

Kyungsoo laid his head down on you, his temple right over where your heart beat frantically inside of your chest and you unwound one of your hands, slipping your fingers into the strands of his straight hair and feeling the heat of his scalp with your fingertips and you just touched him softly and gently, feeling all of the life inside of him and knowing that this was something bigger than you. It was something bigger than him. It felt like so much more. All of that labored breathing and these two thumping hearts that beat in sync beside each other seemed to fall into the background.

This felt like nothing you’d ever felt before. This felt more than love. This felt more than happiness. Something greater than peace or satisfaction and something insurmountably bigger than the universe. Something unnamable, something indescribable like the nanoseconds of death itself when the soul slipped over the threshold and exploded into pure light.

You could have cried; if it had prolonged for longer than only a few breaths you might have. You felt him shift, probably worried he was suffocating you by laying on your chest like this. With the shift of his body came the soft sounds from him; the soft touches and gentle kisses over the surface of your skin that was already beginning to cool off.

He sighed into the skin of your neck and the dreamy sound pulled your lips into a smile.

His whispered words slipped inside of your waiting ears. “I can’t wait to spend my life with you.” With these words, they carried along the dreamy sort of promise that slipped into your open heart and clamped down tight inside the chambers, promising to never ever let go. Promising you a lifetime of this -- this something that you might just spend the rest of your life with him trying to give a name to.

“Me too,” you whispered and for now you just smiled, not too concerned with silly things like finding the right words to describe just how much this human meant to you.

All that mattered was that he was yours and that was enough for you.

Links: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

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unnamed-axolotl · 3 months ago

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HAAANDSS I've always prided myself on being able to draw them so HERES A FUN LITTLE THINGY I DID!!! Tried to get a good variety of hands here. With the humans, ranging from young child to older child to adult, plus a couple of skin tones and features. Then with the animatronics, what the difference is between a harshly-put-together robot vs. an actually well-put-together animatronic.

(AND AS A BONUS their handwriting and how I think they'd draw smilies!!!!)

HEADCANONS UNDER THE CUT, written in the order I drew them in, not the order they appear.

I started with Michael. I was originally going to make him a lot more worn out, but just kept it simple probably for the sake of my sanity. A good few scars from the stuff he's went through. He probably has rather good handwriting because he's had a lot of practice both with legal documents and probably journaling. (Not really taking into account the Logbook here. It totally wasn't because I don't know what his handwriting looks like off the top of my head and was too lazy to get out of bed and get the book to reference.) He does a pretty generic smiley face, too.

Cassie was next. I don't really draw human hands with fingernails a lot so that was a challenge. The idea here was to make a hand that was that of an older kid, but obviously not as big or with fingers as long as Michael's are, for example. I played with her skin tone for a little bit, and I'm not too experienced with working in color, so please do let me know if there's anything I can improve upon when I do darker skin tones in the future! I was trying to get that lighter tone on her underhand but wasn't too positive about it. I also gave her some funky little bracelets, one of which is a direct copy of a bracelet that my lovely friend (@masquayla-the-splendid) for me. Cassie probably has fairly decent handwriting and definitely dots her i's with hearts when she writes her name. She tries to make the smiley faces look cute.

Evan's turn! I headcanon Evan to be much younger, so I made his hands smaller and stubbier. He's pretty pale because of the whole dying thing, and he's got some freckles and moles, sort of inspired by my own hand in a way! I've got little moles everywhere so I figured I'd incorporate that into his design, partly as a way to add more flair to an otherwise plain base. Other than that, not much going on here. He's got messier handwriting because he's a kid, and in my AU he didn't really get to go to school for all that long, so his siblings probably taught him how to write before he died. The brain damage probably doesn't help much either. He's trying his best.

For Sun and Moon, initially I couldn't decide which one of the two to color. As I was making the base I was thinking pretty hard about it, but ultimately figured out that I could probably just split it down the middle, and it worked! I've been trying to give the Daycare Attendants longer fingers to reflect how their hands look in the games. I couldn't make their hands too big because it either looked stupid to me or took up too much space, so I settled with this. I also gave them little scratches on their fingerpads. Sun and Moon have different signatures, with Moon's being a little more neat while Sun's is more fun and just a tad messier. He also overdecorates a bit. Moon stays simple with his smiley faces and Sun loves to express Big Happiness in his.

Ennard's hands (particularly their wrists where their wires tangle together like that) never look the same twice when I draw them, but I like to think the placement of their wires probably changes fairly frequently too, like a Double Rex Rat who has a new coat pattern every few days. Their wires have tarnished over time, but they try to maintain just a little bit of glint, despite the rusting, which is particularly noticeable in the spots where their fingertips brush against things most often. They've also got those little stray wires that poke out of each fingertip. Of course, holding any kind of writing utensil with those Big Meaty Claws has gotta be difficult, so even if they try their hardest, it's not gonna turn out great. Same with their smiley faces. They're doing their best.

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onyourhyuck · 2 years ago

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Can We Go Back? | K.JW

— Prologue: “Can we go back please?”

— Summary: You have a tiny crush on Jungwoo. Problem is Jungwoo is helpless and oblivious to your feelings no matter how many hints you drop. One day you see him talking to another girl hugging her and it breaks you down.

— Genre: Romance. Smut. Minors Dni. Fantasy werewolf!Jungwoo x werewolf!y/n. College setting. Extreme angst. Y/n loves Jungwoo but has extreme fear of rejection. Possessive and Jealous Jungwoo. Jealous and possessive Y/n. They do it at the back of Jungwoo’s car. Car Smut. Markings. Big Dick Jungwoo Agenda.

— Notes: Can We Go Back is Jungwoo’s song fr.

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Jungwoo. Jungwoo. Jungwoo.

Your thoughts were smelt into nothingness leaving only a certain someone on your mind. The most important part of it was the boy you have developed feelings for. Your college friend Kim fucking Jungwoo. You guys became friends quickly in your first semester because you are both werewolves going to school in a human common populated college leaving only humans. There is hardly any werewolves or any other supernatural creatures. You must say it was a lucky day to meet Jungwoo that day. You would’ve felt alone on every full moon.

Now every full moon you spend it with Jungwoo. Whenever there was a full moon on the weekday and you happen to have a class you both come in super tired and snappy; it’s like dealing with two children waking up cranky from their deprived sleep. The full moon makes every werewolf easily tired as well as hungry and easily sensitive and distracted.

And whenever something wolf related happens you always cover for Jungwoo and he always covers for you. Last month he helped cover your lectures classes and kept notes for you because you started your heat at that time. For a week you stayed home until it was gone and you returned like nothing happened because Jungwoo had all the information for you to keep up with your classes.

You felt like there was a connection or something. There vertically was flirting between you. I mean you dropped plenty of hints to him that you like someone and that someone is freaking him but that boy was as oblivious as anything you seen before. You weren’t sure if he was a mole rat considering how blind he is! It frustrates you. It certainly does.

In the class business everyone was dismissed by the professor up the front lecturing everyone. You elbow knock Jungwoo off the desk who was sleeping away his life with a little drool coming out the open wide mouth. “Wake up class ended!”

He jolts up from the desk standing up quickly and in a daze he looks at you, half asleep, the beautiful brunette wavy hair from sleep. “I’m awake! I’m awake. Class ended already? Whoa that was the quickest class of my life.”

He treads out the class with you by the side. You guys were discussing tonight’s plans because it’s another full moon but this time you guys were talking about staying at his house celebrating it. You were discussing all sorts of things you should have like snacks and what kind you’d want. Jungwoo was more than happy to have you come over, but he was slightly hesitant about specifically YOU coming over knowing his two roommates Jaehyun and Doyoung will probably steal you away from him.

Jaehyun and Doyoung have met you a few times. Once you were walking Jungwoo home and they saw you outside walking their friend. You live in another neighbourhood not far from where their house is so you were home in like another fifteen minutes. Let’s just say the boys were teasing Jungwoo day and night about you asking all sorts of questions.

“Come on why can’t I come over to your house? You said it was fine and now you’re changing your mind again.”

Jungwoo sighs. “Let’s go to your house Y/n. It will be so much better. In my house we have two idiots who want your attention and keep wanting to see you.”

You squint your eyes at the reasoning it definitely sounded like Jungwoo did not like his friends getting close to you for some weird reason. Your shoulders bump into him playfully as you teasingly trail.

“Oh you’re jealous they will take your place is that it?” You shot at your friend and he looks at you glaring at your face knowing you are teasing him.

He rolls his eyes. “No. No that’s not it. You wouldn’t understand it’s a…”

“It’s a what?”

“It’s a guy thing okay.” He huffs out and you roll your eyes at Jungwoo knowing he is just too stuck up his ass to admit that he wants you to himself.

The both of you were about to walk home. The activities you love doing together was usually just walking anywhere and everywhere without worrying and talking non stop until we get tired and head back home again. You love having deep conversations the most. Jungwoo was surprisingly good at keeping conversations going you have no idea — that boy can ask about hundred questions in only one minute. You were constantly speaking but you love that. Jungwoo loves listening to you. Your voice makes it soothing and your presence he can basically wear it.

Your love language was definitely quality time and Jungwoo was the same. You enjoy spending time with the boy. It doesn’t matter if it’s doing nothing, doing nothing with Jungwoo sounds haven. It sounds like a freaking jackpot.

Jungwoo suddenly stops realising something. “Oh I almost forgot. I have to meet someone today.” The figure turns around facing the campus. You wonder who does he have to meet? A lecturer? Maybe Doyoung and Jaehyun? You weren’t sure. You stop on your tracks no longer walking.

You tilt your head. “Oh okay let’s go then.” You were about to walk away. Your body moved on its own and Jungwoo stops you on the tracks. “I gotta go alone Y/n. The person asked me to meet them privately. You can go home alone today.”

‘Home alone?’ Your mind repeated the last words like a breathing taking ending to your heart. You don’t want to go home alone. It feels weird walking alone without Jungwoo by your side. Your expression was confusing but he could tell you were pained thinking about it. You shake your head standing by the gates exiting the campus.

“How about i wait for you instead?” You’d ask.

Jungwoo looks at you seemingly liking that idea but he wasn’t sure how long this meeting would last. “That works too. I don’t know how long it’ll take but if you can wait for me that’s fine too.”

Whoever this person was it made you want to find out. You know everyone Jungwoo knows and he knows everyone you know. How come you don’t know this person at all and what’s the big deal? Usually Jungwoo would tell you everything he speaks about with people it’s a big shocker right? You know every secret he knows. You’re like two secret agents conspiring against each other’s enemies. But right now it did not feel like that. It felt like a big change and you hate change honestly.

When the boy left the scene to go meet this person the empty campus you couldn’t help but track Jungwoo behind. You felt awful stalking your friend but you couldn’t ignore this curiosity of yours. You want to know if Jungwoo is okay, you tell yourself that it’s because you were worried for him. It wasn’t wrong but it certainly wasn’t the only feeling as to why you’re following the tracks.

You’re doing this for your own sake too. You were following the lead behind a pink tree up the front you stay low behind the bushes watching through the jagged thorns. You wonder why was Jungwoo at a Sakura blossom tree? This place was where couples go and kiss claiming they will be together forever and ever. Which always sounds lovely if you’re in love.

‘I wonder if i should take Jungwoo here to confess…’ you trail thinking to your own smug thoughts.

But as your thoughts were interrupted hearing another female voice approaching Jungwoo from the Sakura tree you felt an intense wave of anger and jealous hit you stunning your tainted heart and breaking it with cracking it with a half. Your hands ball as you saw Jungwoo smiling down at her as if he was never that cheerful in his life before. That girl holds out a chocolate box made up in a heart shape smiling at Jungwoo back.

Did he come here to hear a girl confess? You must be kidding me. You repeatedly thought why he was so distant and it’s because he was getting a freaking confession! He left you for another girl.

To say a goodbye to your confession idea because you were a step loose and another quicker fish took the bait to do it. The girl whoever she was you never knew someone was there you could want to urge to kill and you weren’t aware of it until you saw jute girl and Jungwoo hug. You ran away at that time.

You couldn’t believe your eyes it hurt too much to watch any longer. To see your crush hugging another girl that wasn’t you?

‘He definitely said yes to her. He definitely did. She was totally his style that he likes.’ Your thoughts were killing you from inside and out.

You were complementing the idea of staying and waiting for Jungwoo in that moment when you come back to the campus exit. You slowly walk away but a voice brought you back from your venous thoughts like it was a dream all along.

But it wasn’t a dream. Jungwoo runs up waving. “Y/n! You really waited for me sorry it took so long.” The boy came with that chocolate box in shape of a heart and your eyes immediately came back to reality. This was not a dream this was a nightmare.

Your daggers point at the chocolate box. “What’s with that? Don’t tell me you took so long trying to find chocolate.” You murmur crossing your arms together. Jungwoo looks down at it shrugging. “Oh that! Don’t worry about it. Someone gave this to me. Let’s go home before it gets any darker.”

You never wanted to go home so fast before. You wanted to cry and cry until you were done from the tissue box becoming empty. The walk was sort of silent because you didn’t want to speak, if anything you wanted to be left alone in your own room, bringing dramas and shutting yourself from the world until you forget this ever happened.

Worst part is Jungwoo didn’t tell you anything about what he was doing there. If you weren’t there following him you wouldn’t even know about this leaving a big betrayal on your heart knowing your friend who you have feelings for, would do something so terrible to you. If only he wasn’t so dumb to notice them at all.

“You’re awfully quiet Y/n.” He trails opening the chocolate box and eating one piece. His eyes light up liking the scent and the taste.

He looks over at you. You were trying so hard not to be mean but how could you not be? The guy you love is eating the chocolates of his possible new lover now!

“I feel like being quiet today. You got a problem with that?” Your voice was a complete different tone from before which made Jungwoo stop for a bit and slowly run up to catch up with you. Your pacing of walk changed his and you were walking faster as if you were trying to leave him first.

He squints his eyes suspiciously at you. Something definitely happened to you and he needs to know now.

“What’s up you look like you want to chew something and spit it out.” Jungwoo points at you a little bit seeing how tense you really are.

You glare. “Nothing is up Jungwoo. Nothing at all is freaking up.”

He raised his eyebrows. Whoa he never seen this much attitude in a person before. Jungwoo points one piece of chocolate at you. “Are you okay? You seem angry actually. I can tell something is wrong. Want a piece of chocolate it will make you feel better?”

Your hand smacks the chocolate out his hand stomping your feet as you scream unknowingly you did. This was all your built up frustration speaking and your grief knowing you probably lost your freaking friend to your feelings now. “I don’t want your fucking chocolate Jungwoo. God you’re so fucking blind— are you a freaking mole rat? Cant you see what’s been happening around you?”

In fact the boy can’t see what’s happening around you because he was stunned to his boots seeing you do a giant outburst like that. Jungwoo for a moment saw your eyes turn into this malicious creature that could kill him if he did another wrong step. He stands there seeing your face grouch and your hands swing as the chocolate fell on the floor somewhere far away. He couldn’t understand though.

What was happening? What was he not seeing all this time? Jungwoo was a lost soul he couldn’t figure this out no matter how many times he thought it through.

“I’m sorry did i forget your birthday or something? I swear your birthday is next week.” He would suddenly speak after your long pause of silence and god you never wanted to smack someone so hard.

You look away scoffing. “Birthday? Jungwoo my fucking birthday is in November. We are in middle of May!” You swung your arms around walking away as you turned like a similar umbrella excusing you.

Jungwoo follows you from behind shouting. “Then what am i not seeing Y/n? What’s happening. Why are you angry tell me.”

You stop turning around. Jungwoo gently bumps into your back before you turn around pointing a hand in his chest repeatedly. It felt like a literal stab down his heart.

“I’m tired of trying for you Jungwoo. I really fucking am. You figure it out what’s wrong. You keep hurting me because of you I’m so upset.” You growl pulling away. “I don’t need someone as dense as you to walk me home I can do it alone. Oh and about that Full Moon at your house? You can fucking cancel it! You can bring along your new girlfriend to it instead.”

He was loss to words seeing you walk away from him for the first time ever he was left outside and a striking thunderstorm falls down on him. He held the chocolate box trailing wondering what you meant. ‘Girlfriend? What girlfriend?’ At least he thought until the flashback made him remember everything. You saw it. You saw the Sakura blossom and you probably thought he was ditching you.

God he felt like a stupid idiot for not connecting the dots quicker. He grabs his head and dropping the chocolate box on the ground as it was raining heavily soaking the clothes to the skin so tight. ‘My lord I’m an idiot. Darn it how will i fix this.’ Jungwoo never ever wanted to turn back time and let the world know of how much of a mess he just created.

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“What an asshole, Y/n. Glad you sort him straight. You don’t need someone like him around you causing you trouble on your good heart.” Your roommate and friend Momo said. You were venting your whole heart to the young Japanese girl. She was an exchange student from two years ago and ever since then she was always there to let you vent if you couldn’t tell to Jungwoo because most of it was Jungwoo related problems.

If these weren’t Jungwoo related problems. You would’ve told Jungwoo. Unlike him who can’t tell you everything you felt betrayed by him and all you were doing was laying on your bed sobbing your eyes out at every tissue and Momo was here keeping you the company with a bunch of kdramas.

You sniffle with your red nose all from blowing the tissue on it so much. “I can’t fucking believe it. Was I not good enough for him? Did he really have to choose her over me. I mean I don’t get it. What does she have that I do not?”

You tried to think about it. But simply comparing yourself to a human it was a clear reasoning but at the same time it didn’t make sense.

Momo trails. She was a vampire living with you and many would think that’s quite controversial speaking wise because Werewolves and Vampires aren’t really meant to be friends. But you and Momo were a change to that statement.

She was a good friend. Very understanding and caring and she has life experience of thousand of years dating wise so she could always give you dating advice without a credit.

“I don’t see it. I mean werewolves prefer werewolves don’t they? Why would he spend his limited time on a human girl.”

You glare at the ceiling rutting back and forth on your bed rolling side to side like a wrap on your blankets. “I don’t fucking know. I thought I was very clear with my feelings. I mean on Valentine’s Day I gave him his favourite perfume because he ran out! So why am i in the fucking friend zone.”

“But a human girl got there in a day. I’ve been trying for years. But a human girl did it in one day.” You slam your hands on your face constantly. This was killing you and Momo taps your shoulders comfortingly.

She grins playfully. “I can drink from her if it makes you feel better?” The vampire fangs poke out and you smirk shaking your head. Sometimes Momo scares you how fast she could really drop the nice act and fully bite someone drinking them dry.

But not everyone is perfect. Momo at least has some self control. You sigh. “It’s just… I can’t imagine living without Jungwoo in my life… it hurts to see him go away.” You trail depressingly again and Momo could say she was the life in your eyes wither away like a dead flower decomposing on a dead winter night.

“He will come back. If he doesn’t I’m sure it won’t take long till he realises that he’s in the wrong.” Momo would push the remote out suddenly changing the channel. “How about we watch Goblin together to get your mind off him?”

Goblin? You heard Goblin and never wanted to get up so quickly. You sat up crossing your legs over the other letting Momo join you on the bed sitting in the similar position. You smile suddenly completely forgetting your problems for a whole minute.

“Man I love the grim reaper so much.” You said holding your knees. Momo smirks tapping the remote on her legs as she saw the main characters. “You can take Lee Dong Wook but I’m taking Gong Yoo any day.”

You and Momo slowly sank in a deal.

Meanwhile over at the household with the boys having a full on dead meeting. Doyoung couldn’t believe his eyes to see Jungwoo stressing finally over you. It took him some time to come to a realisation that he’s so blind the right person was right in front of him all fucking alone. Jaehyun on the other hand was nonchalant about this and told Jungwoo to just apologise and go on the knees in front of her house. But Jungwoo knew tha wouldn’t work.

Begging on the knees doesn’t work for you he knows this. Apologising maybe works but going on the knees and looking pathetic? It wasn’t your go style. He knows you don’t like people begging you for forgiveness it actually annoys you. You weren’t sure what you wanted yet but Jungwoo knew it was something more healing than stressful.

“I really fucked up with Y/n.” He sighs holding his hands together in deep thought.

Jaehyun blurts out. “You really are blind aren’t you? How did you not know that she had feelings for you.”

Jungwoo stares at the older boys in front of him. He loosely lowers his head running his hand through the thick bouncy hair he has. “I… don’t know. It all makes sense now but god I’m useless at this love stuff.”

Doyoung was quick to comfort Jungwoo and trail softly to give an advice rather than lecture the younger boy to death. “The full moon is tomorrow why don’t you make it up to her then? Just meet with her and speak I think is all you need to do.”

He looks up nodding. Yeah? Maybe all you need is a good long deep talk. One conversation can fix a lot and Jungwoo might be able to get on your good side with this, or well he hopes he can.

“And don’t mention that girl to her.” Doyoung warns.

Jungwoo silently swears just by getting in that warning. He still has the sparring images of you smacking the fuck out of his hand at your angry outburst.

He shivers in fear. “God tell me about it. I never knew Y/n could have such anger inside her.”

Must be that full moon effect getting to you too because Jungwoo is here becoming fidgety.

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The very next morning Jungwoo had a very clear vision planned out. He will sit next to you and speak to you about what happened yesterday. He will ask you to meet him straight after class and then he will explain exactly what went downhill yesterday and how much he was a complete asshole and a mess for not realising sooner everything.

But when he entered the classroom tell him why you were sitting with the class president chatting to him and laughing with him so happily as if nothing happened yesterday between you and him?

Jungwoo stands there shocked and a little bit wounded in the heart seeing you become buddy buddy with Mark Lee. You were the happiest he’s ever seen with Mark. It kind of annoys him.

He wasn’t sure why it was so annoying until he realised that perhaps, he does like you too. That perhaps maybe all along he was oblivious to his very own feelings too.

Jungwoo saw how everyone was sitting somewhere only he was not. Simply standing in middle of the entrance dazed at how you moved seat from him. He was hurt to the point he wanted to throw Mark off the seat and take that one back so he could sit with you but that’s to an extreme. It doesn’t help that today is a full moon so he’s so fucking tired it doesn’t even explain how much he wants to doze away.

He sat down back into the old seat sinking in it and having such an empty right side aches Jungwoo deeply.

If this is what you felt yesterday when you saw him and that girl he was terribly upset by making you feel this way. He’s such an asshole. He definitely feels like it right now.

‘God this is such a long lesson…’ Jungwoo trails in his own thoughts see the professor walk in to start the class.

‘God this is such a long lesson what am i going to do now.’ You thought in your head when the professor came into the view front of the green chalkboard.

Your thoughts were the same even though you weren’t aware of it just yet. You both wanted the same thing. You both wanted each other.

‘I wish you were here to distract me from how boring this lesson is.’

As the lesson was carried on you and Mark kept on speaking very loudly to his ears it really irritated Jungwoo from where he sat far from you yet he was very much not far enough because he can hear that boy highkey simp for you. Oh god badly he wanted to just snap something in half.

Crack…

Jungwoo looks down at his pencil dwelling on how much it snapped so quickly in his hands just by the strength of the fingers. These full moon side effects have been getting to him honestly.

He puts the pencil away grabbing a new one out the pencil case however someone offered a pencil from another view. Jungwoo looks up seeing the girl from yesterday showing down a pencil.

He gulps seeing how much this could look in your eyes but he really needed a pencil.

“Jungwoo here take this. You can keep it.” The young human girl smiles down at the boy finding him too cute to deny.

He looks around and grabs the pencil nodding his head showing gratitude. “Thanks Minyoung.”

As you were about to turn around your eyes caught the same girl in front of Jungwoo giving him a pencil. In that frame work seeing Jungwoo smile up at her and thanking her; it truthfully made you lose your shit in that moment.

Mark saw how disconnected your expression was. It was like a mix between anger, jealousy but also intense sadness in your eyes. He looks behind to see what you were probably looking at and he saw Jungwoo and a girl at the frame angle speaking.

“Hey Y/n what’s wrong?” Mark slants down blocking the view Jungwoo in your eyes suddenly and you stare at Mark looking away.

“Nothing. Uhm.” You say shakily and Mark saw how you were clenching your work in your hands. He chuckles seeing you. “Uhm you’re squishing your work…”

You let go off the paper realising how much you squished it together into a paper-ball. God you weren’t aware how much you were doing with your hands it’s as if you dissociated from reality.

“Oh uh. Thanks. I wasn’t sure what that was.” You nervously laugh it off and start to up bundle the paper ball back to normal. ‘He really doesn’t need to show off his new relationship with her.’ Mark saw you acting this weird he wonders what happened between you and your best friend.

“Did you and Jungwoo have a fight by any chance? I’m just wondering because… you guys are really far apart from each other today.”

Mark saw you turn around for a while watching him. You weren’t sure what to say or what to do. You wanted to say yes but then you didn’t want to seem like you were going to Mark only because of that. You sigh looking around.

“I’m sorry. You’re in between all this mess now.” You say and Mark shakes his head grinning. “Nah don’t worry about it.”

“What did you guys fight about?”

You look at the Canadian boy as your eyes fell to Jungwoo you saw him staring you down so intensely you could feel a shiver run down your spine. You clear your voice. “I’ll tell you later. I don’t really wanna discuss it in class.” You said as you turn around and Mark respected your choice. He goes back to doing work with you.

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You stand outside your car unlocking it. The class ended and you’re on your way to go home and probably cry some more until your heart no longer can prorogued tears and you no longer feel like you’re in pain suffering.

But as you were entering your car putting the bag in the back seats. Your seatbelt on and you driving off while starting the car engine by the car key. You saw a running boy in front of your car suddenly and you stop on your breaks. You saw the boy nearly fall over as he was running in front of you as you were about to drive out the parking lot.

You gasp fearing he might be hurt because when you realise who the boy your eyes were tearing up. Fuck you almost ran over Jungwoo.

He yells outside but you could hear him well although it was a little muffled due to you being inside the car. “I need to speak to you Y/n!” He shouts.

“Geez fucking Christ you nearly got ran over what if i actually did that! You’ll frame me for your stupid death.” You shout back scolding him. The car door unlocks and Jungwoo heard it approaching the empty door and sits in the passenger’s seat. You awkwardly turn around pulling the car back into the parking lot where you stop the car from being on. You turn it all off and let you guys sit in a peaceful silence.

Jungwoo took his time recollecting a strong monologue to say to you. He was nervous as hell and you could hear his heartbeat coming out nearly.

“I… I’m really fucking sorry Y/n. I really am for everything.” Jungwoo’s body swings around catching you off guard. “I’m sorry for being a really bad friend and for not listening to you. I’m also terribly sorry for not telling you the truth but— let me explain before you say anything else.”

You shut your mouth when you were about to say something but you only nod alerting Jungwoo to know you’re okay with him explaining now or never.

He stares at you for once as if he was relieved to see you and honestly very glad you were being lenient on him and not so harsh like yesterday. He admires even though you weren’t aware of it, he admires you a lot. You do a lot of things for him that he took for granted long before you even developed a liking to him now.

He softly spoke looking down at his hands. “I rejected her.”

You shot up from your seat wondering what he meant by this. You tilt your head escaping out a soft ‘Huh?’

“What do you mean you rejected her?”

Jungwoo stares at you replying back quietly. “I told her i already had an eye on someone and that we can’t be anything more than just college classmates.” He clears his throat and you stay there stunned glaring. You raise your hand and slap his arm. “You — you made me think you were with her because you were hugging her!”

He looks back at her holding his chest wondering what’s with the slaps. He thought you were going to be happy to know he rejected her!

“Ow! Wait ow ow— what’s with the slapping Y/n! That hurts please calm down.” He held your wrists as a way to stop your attacks and pulls you closer to the passenger seat your faces coming close. Your lips barely away from one another and your breathes itching to just be taken away. Your voice came as a surprised whimper wondering why he was staring you down like you were his dinner meal tonight.

“And fyi i hugged her because she asked for one not because I was willing to.” Jungwoo paused. “I really only want to hug you. Without asking you. Without knowing it’s you I just want to be on you with my arms wrapped round you…”

You couldn’t help it but your overthinking senses were playing a heightened role of you becoming drunk on Jungwoo’s scent and the way his body was stretching out to hold you so close. The way his hands were barely at your waist but moving closer to pull you in with them. You were shocked to see Jungwoo becoming so reciprocating to you and your feelings it truthfully felt like a liquid dream you were in but at the same time this felt too real.

Too real to capture in a mere dream. The way Jungwoo’s eyes darken seen you and thought of you. Your brains were synch as one and now all you were wanting to do was makeout heavily. Jungwoo pushed you into the backseat as your lips crashed together without wasting any second he was moving quicker than his body could handle. You were squirming to the back slanting in the back seats underneath him it felt like a dream come true to have you breathing so heavily thanks to your deep enticing makeouts you were sharing together.

“Jungwoo…” a moan escapes like a rewarding prize for him to claim and he sucks on your bottom lip pulling it apart.

The hands securing your clothes were slowly undressing you until you were left in your bra and underwear. You slowly undressed Jungwoo too leaving him shirtless and in the boxers parting on the small waist of his. You straddle his waist pulling Jungwoo even closer and he swore he fell in love just by your legs forcing him to be closer to you than before.

“I like you saying my name like that.” He chants around your neck kissing down until he met your collarbones slowly giving it a suck on that skin. You shiver as it starts to rain outside and you’re both naked in the back of your car with nothing but your body warmth together.

You felt both connected together like you were one. He held you tight enough to leave you wanting more. Hugging wasn’t even an option anymore you want to be under his skin. Your fingers trace at the back down his spine and his waist. Jungwoo felt you slowly pull the boxers down and see how he sprung up the manhood making you drool at the sight.

It was a very pretty sight you’d have to say. It was everything you imagined but better. You hate to admit it but your lustful thoughts of him before were nothing comparing to this. This real deal was better than you thought. Jungwoo saw how you stroke his length with your cold hands and he squeezed your hips in response.

‘He was so sensitive.’ You were amazed by how fast he was moving along seeing you stroke him down and up in soft motions. And he lets out the softest moans ever you couldn’t believe it. He was getting the best treatment for you it’s only been fair if he lets you get the best end of the stick right?

“Enough… Y/n… I want to finish inside you.” He pleads.

He pulled on your ankles pushing you down into the backseats belonging to the car and suddenly switched the demure. You were surprised by how fast he could change from a loving man to a domineering and intimidating person who was losing control and barely hanging by a string. As you were pushed down he heard you gasp pulling apart your panties with his finger and fondling your breasts by the other hand. You moaned when one of his fingers pushed the way in you.

He saw your eyebrows raise up like they were clouds in the sky. You bite your bottom lip as Jungwoo watched you intensely seeing you moan everytime another finger dropped in you. You were soaking as if you were in the rain but you really were not. He was at awe how fast you got wet.

It felt like a giant ego boost knowing it’s all for him and only him.

You’re loosening up enough to take him is where Jungwoo stops and slings the tip to your entrance aligning it for you. You pull yourself up a little putting your arms round his neck and he hugs you tight smelling your perfume and scent sank in your loving sweet soft skin. It was begging to be marked by him.

You hum when the tip enters you and you felt your weight slowly deepening on the back. You really hope no one saw you with Jungwoo like this but at the same time…

You sort of wish that girl who likes Jungwoo sees you and him together.

It sounds cruel but you wanted to make it clear he was yours. He was never going to be hers. Jungwoo knew you would never see the end of him and at least now he made it clear the only he has was on you and only you.

Then a fiery kiss reunites you and Jungwoo as he was thrusting into you so deep you felt like you were squished between two boulders falling down from a long cliff onto you. You were addicted to this painful feel you never felt this high before and perhaps it must be the full moon side effects making everything for the both of you ten times more powerful. You never had sex at this moon cycle before and not even with a werewolf because you were waiting for Jungwoo all this time.

However it looks like everytime he was indulging into you Jungwoo was losing his mind. The body lost control and snaps into you enough to shake the car with the force. You were making all sorts of noises. Moaning into his ear. You were cutting out sentences that did not make sense but he knew, he knew it felt too good you couldn’t talk enough.

The only sound there was between you was the squelching sound that came from down below your wet cunt, dripping on the seat so much because you were coming repeatedly on his girth-like cock that stretched you to the oblivion.

It was so intense that Jungwoo had the urge to just bite down on your shoulder and claim you to be his. And you wanted that. You knew what he was thinking and you could only edge him on with words.

You whimper. “Jungwoo… Jungwoo mark me.”

At first he looks into your eyes but the way his hips and waist were grinding into you did not stop. He looks back at your shoulder smirking. “You really want to be marked this badly?”

He was taunting you with a teasing joke and you lay back huffing. “Please… claim me. Make me yours.” You ache at what you really want and Jungwoo smiles lingering down capturing a soft bite into your shoulder but even though it was such a soft bite,

It really made the painful experience more worth it. Somehow the pain become pleasure and the pleasure become your high you were chasing. Jungwoo pulls away to admire that mark on your body and you pull him into another kiss. You pull away whispering. “Now fill me up until you can’t anymore.”

He stares down at your intense gaze. “I was planning to do that anyways.” He croaks out.

You’re both always on the same page thinking the same things and doing the same actions. You understood each other beyond anyone else could’ve. If you had to say, you probably thought you’re soulmates. You just get each other without a single strand needing to stand up.

Your bodies were going into a heating overdrive when finally he released and dumps the gigantic load inside your walls painting them nothing but white. You couldn’t see for a moment getting a wince of dizziness and pleasure hit the oxygen in your brain. Jungwoo felt the same way as he drops his head on your shoulder where he marked you as his.

You both let out a sigh in unison catching your breathes. Your hands loosen round him and he slowly does the same. The car was steamed thanks to your long hour sessions of railing each others shit. You couldn’t help but notice Mark suddenly walking past the car half embarrassed.

You grew red to your face. “Oh god he saw us definitely.” You saw how happy Jungwoo was to hear that. He felt so proud of himself, like a little boy in a candy store.

He laughs a little. “Good. I’m glad he saw.” You look over at him slapping his biceps. “Jungwoo!”

You were beyond embarrassed now. You’re thinking this might be karma for you thinking you wished the girl to see instead of Mark and that was a way for life teaching you to calm your intrusive thoughts.

Jungwoo grabbed you from behind kissing your lips when you were shocked and embarrassed. He however couldn’t care less. Mark should see who you belong to.

And it’s him.

You saw Jungwoo pull away as he calms you with a kiss. He saw you stay quiet but only stare at him with a smile.

‘You were happy.’ Jungwoo thought, he was relieved to see you being your usual happy self too.

“Hey Y/n?”

Jungwoo calls out as you were both changing in the car back into your clothes so you guys can finally leave the campus parking lot. You really weren’t even aware of the time but it’s beyond the afternoon and it’s probably the evening. You seriously couldn’t get away without touching each other still. Jungwoo occasionally wraps his arms round your waist as you were changing or you would capture a kiss on his cheek when he was putting on the trousers again. It’s impossible to not touch someone as beautiful as you.

You look up at him. Jungwoo was in the driving seat and you were in the passenger now. “Hm?”

He heard you look at him and Jungwoo smiles down at your lips once again. You felt him lean in and slowly kiss you.

“Can we go back please?”

You were at a loss of words as he said this. Jungwoo was so innocent looking but the way his body, mind and probably spirit too we’re not enough has you in this physical chokehold.

But you were the same because you loved it. Smirking you look up at him. “Round 2?”

You’re more definitely coming back late to celebrate the full moon at his house.

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evanpfics · 1 year ago

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Exploring Fantasies - Kai Anderson (smut)

warnings: cussing, p in v, knife play, teasing, oral ( fem and kai receiving ), rough sex, virginity taken, slowish burn, blood, throat fucking (with fingers and p), fingering, breeding kink, slight praising, degrading, name calling (princess, baby, etc), daddy kink, let me know if i missed any (LOL)

To read where the smut begins go to “smut starts” in the story incase you don’t want to read the rest of the boring stuff.

WC: 2693

sub!reader!female : rough!dom!kai

In the beginning of you and Kai’s “relationship” together he seemed so sweet and kind, that was until you decided to really get to know him.

Once you joined his cult he treated you like the cults whore, even if you were a virgin, you would never imagine even being close to how he described you to his members.

You began your day like normal, waking up, showering, getting ready like any normal day.

As you are getting ready you can hear kai getting ready to host a meeting downstairs. He hosted his meetings at your place since the cops had his place on lookout for anything suspicious since people started complaining about the noise and cult-ish behavior taking place there.

You hear a loud crash downstairs that sounded like glass shattering and some slight yelling. You quickly rushed downstairs in a almost see-through shirt and black panties.

You can see Kai and his men there surrounding a member of his cult, which was odd to you. You can hear kai yelling from the stairs as you made your way down them.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You were the mole? The one who could’ve fucking ruined our whole plan!”

He sighed heavily as he planted both hands on his face and parted them down both sides of his face moving his hair out of his face in the process.

“Get rid of him, I don’t care what you do just don’t do it here.” He signaled to his men as they took the guy away as he yelled.

Kai sat down on the couch seeming furious and disappointed. He spotted you traveling down the stairs in slightly revealing clothing and seemed relieved and less tense.

“Come here, now.” He said sounding irritated. It made you a little hesitant and you can tell he noticed, making him seem more irritated. You quickly hurried over to him.

“Is everything okay? What happened?” You asked sounding worried.

“Found out one of my most ‘loyal’ men was the mole who ratted us out and forced us to leave our last base.” Kai responded back sounding a bit annoyed from the situation.

He moved your hair out of your face as you stood infront of him.

“I could really use something to take the edge off, you know?” He said sounding stern with a slight smirk.

“And I bet i know what can fix that.” He continued now whispering in your ear.

You can feel yourself become flustered and red. You had an idea of what he meant but wasn’t sure if he was being serious or just teasing you.

He pat his lap gesturing you to sit on it”

“Come here, princess.” He said looking at you.

You can tell he wasn’t asking your opinion on what you did or didn’t want in this situation. His stare was so menacing, It was like a predator out for prey.

You sat on his lap getting as comfortable as you can in this situation which was quite hard to do.

Smut starts

“I heard virgins tend to get wet easily, very wet.” He said teasingly as he placed his hand on your thigh rubbing it up and down squeezing it here and there.

“Ive always liked having you around. Knowing I can ruin you whenever I wanted to.” He whispered in your ear causing you to be oddly aroused from the slight growl in his voice.

You didn’t really know what to say in a situation like this, mainly since you never been in any sort of situation like it. You looked away from him trying to hide how flustered you’ve become.

He gripped your jaw and forced you to look at him.

“Look at you. Already getting heated from what I’m saying. Your so easy to figure out, to control. Like the whore you are.” He said as he stared you down, making you feel vulnerable.

“I’m gonna turn you into my own personal sex whore, and I bet you would like that huh?” He asked teasingly as you felt his hand travel farther up your thigh.

“Kai please-“ you spoke out slightly.

He quickly hushed you.

“Your mine, understand? I can do whatever I want. Don’t talk unless I tell you to.” He added as you felt his hand travel to your clothed clit.

He began to rub circles around your already soaking clit causing you to hold onto him and automatically opening your legs to let him gain for access.

“Look at you, already spreading your legs over the slightest touch. Such a needy whore.” He then began to put more pressure on your vulnerable clothed clit as he began to rub faster circles on it.

“Now open your mouth and let daddy hear your pleasurable screams.” He added as he felt himself harden.

You felt yourself building up an orgasm from his hands as he continued to rub you senseless.

“I’m.. im so close Kai, please..” you moaned.

He stopped his movements and stopped.

You found yourself unsatisfied and needing more.

“What did I tell you? Did I say you can talk?” He grabbed your jaw again, this time more harder then before as he made you stare at him.

He quickly stood up carrying you in his arms and set you on the floor placing you on your knees.

“Your really gonna disobey me and forget your place? You are here to satisfy me. So you will do as i say. Understand?” He said slapping you, not too hard, but enough to sting a bit.

He unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants to his thighs revealing his hard dick’s outline through his boxers.

“Now do as your told and make your divine ruler feel good.” He said looking down at you.

You positioned yourself in a more comfortable position, still on your knees. You slowly pulled down his boxers allowing his hardened dick to spring through. Allowing enough Pre-cum to ooze down his hardened member.

You place your hand around his member making Kai slap your hand away.

“Did I say you can touch me? No. Use your mouth to make me feel good princess, and then you can.” He snapped.

You slowly placed your mouth on the top of his cock swirling your tongue around his pre-cum covered tip.

He sighed heavily in pleasure as you started taking more of his dick in your mouth hallowing your cheeks to make it more pleasurable.

You didn’t know how to do a lot as a virgin, but you knew some basics.

You can hear Kai’s groans as you continued to take his cock in your mouth continuing to circle your tongue around his member.

You didn’t bother putting his whole dick in your mouth, it would’ve probably made you gag and you were worried about that since you didn’t know how that would go.

He grew impatient and placed both his hands on your head allowing his fingers to tangle in between your locks.

He pushed your head forcing you to take his whole member in your mouth making you gag and tear up. That didn’t make him stop. He started to thrust himself into your throat letting out growl like groans.

“Fuck, princess. Your mouth feels so good on daddy’s dick.” He said as he leaned his head up allowing his mouth to slightly hang open letting out small moans.

You felt yourself become more aroused hearing his sounds of pleasure. You can feel yourself become soaked to the point where it seeped through your panties.

His legs began to shake slightly as he groaned more closely reaching his finish.

“Oh fuck.. I’m so close, princess.”

He quickly pulled out allowing you to catch your breath slightly before he placed gripped your jaw placing his thumb on your tongue. Leaving you little to no time to really pace up to what was happening.

He came inside your mouth allowing his cum to drip onto your tongue and down your chin.

“You look so good having my cum in your mouth princess. You did so good.” He said as he closed your jaw forcing you to swallow his semen.

“So good that I think I should award you, would you like that?”

You nodded softly unsure if you should talk in a situation like this while also swallowing the leftover cum in your mouth.

He picked you up and placed you onto the couch. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a switch blade.

He allowed the blade to travel up your thigh letting you grow eager from anticipation and suspense. You were scared to move out of fear of being cut.

He guided the knife to the lining of your panties cutting the fabric allowing him to tear them off revealing your nude lower half.

He analyzed your lower half before positioning himself infront of your soaking pussy moving your thighs to allow him access.

He began to instantly suck on your sensitive clit making you instantly buckle your legs as he held your thighs down. Letting out pleasurable screams as he continued.

He would kitten lick your clit moving up and down it just to suck and gently bite on your clit then repeat the process.

You can feel yourself growing closer to your orgasm as you placed your hand in between his locs forcing him against you.

He then began to tongue-fuck you in your sensitive cunt allowing his nose to cause friction with your clit only building up more pleasure.

You can hear the lewd sounding noises coming from his tongue against your already sensitive pussy as you let out more and more moans.. you can hear his slight groans coming from his mouth causing you to feel more pleasure.

You began to buckle your legs harder as you reached your orgasm. You began to hump his face a bit riding out your orgasm. He held down your thighs more rougher as he continued to lick circles around your now pulsating weak clit after licking up the aftermath of your last orgasm.

The overstimulation caused you to squirm, you looked down at him with your eyes half-shut to see him staring back at you. You leaned your head up letting out more pleasurable moans as you tried to move away from overstimulation.

His tight grip kept you in place as you felt your second orgasm coming closer. You gripped his hair in pleasure as causing him to groan into your sensitive clit.

His groans sounded so fucking hot to you. And you wanted to hear more. It was almost impossible to explain.

Your eyes shut as you let out your second orgasm causing your legs to shake crazily as you bit your lower lip causing it to bleed.

He licked up your aftermath as he looked up at you wiping his face with the back of his hand.

“You taste so fucking good baby. So fucking good.” He said as he wiped away the blood from your lower lip.

“I want to taste all of you.”

He smashed his lips against yours unexpectedly allowing his tongue to explore your opened mouth. You can feel a slight smile form as you moaned slightly into his mouth.

You can feel him nip your bottom lip in the same spot you bit your lip allowing a sensational pain flow across your body. It made you more aroused oddly.

He began to deepen the kiss as he unbuttoned your shirt revealing your exposed breasts.

He pulled away from the kiss as he stared at your now fully nude and exposed body making you feel a little insecure and more vulnerable then ever.

He stared for what seemed like hours before opening his mouth and taking in one of your breasts. The pleasure from this made you let out beautiful moans.

He began to nip and suck as he played with your other boob with his other hand.

Felt like he was doing this forever. Hardly ever removing his mouth unless it was to switch to the other breast.

When he finally finished he stared up at you.

“You let out such beautiful moans, I wonder how loud they would sound with my cock in you.”

It sounded almost unreal. Not in the situation your in, just in general. You would never really expect someone to say that to you so suddenly.

He aligned his tip to your already VERY sensitive and vulnerable pussy.

He thrusted his full member into you not allowing you any time to adjust.

You got lost in what was happening and totally forgot that it’s KAI your doing this with. You didn’t know why you expected him to really be gentle with you.

He continued to thrust his full member into you as he kissed and nipped at your neck. Your nails clawed his back making Kai moan into your neck as he kept on thrusting into you.

“Fuck,.. your so tight around my dick. And so fucking wet. What a whore. Look at me as I fuck you senseless.”

He forced you to look at him as you continued to moan loudly. He had to rhythm to his thrusts at all. He just pounded into you quickly making you not be able to even think. You tried to find some sort of pattern to his thrusts but even thinking about trying to figure it out made you crazy.

He took the chance to stuff 2 fingers in your mouth slowly finger fucking your throat as he fucked you. This made your eyes slam shut from both pain and pleasure.

“Look what you did, you whore.”

You can see your blood stain his cock as he continued to thrust into you not stopping the motion of his fingers as he done so.

Your legs automatically rose up to your chest, allowing your knees to touch your breasts, from all the pleasure. It was almost like an instinct. You couldn’t think straight so your body moved however it pleased.

He took his fingers out of your mouth and began to rub his now drenched fingers against your pulsating clit as he continued to thrust into your drenched overstimulated pussy.

The pleasure of his tip reaching your climax as he rubbed your clit sent you over the edge.

Your legs shook like crazy signaling your close to your third orgasm.

“Fuck.. don’t cum yet. Cum without me and next time I’ll leave you unsatisfied.” He said looking at you sternly with his mouth slightly open as he moaned.

You leaned your head back trying so hard to hold back on your orgasm. He began to rub your clit faster making it even harder for you.

He knew that too, he just wanted to see you try so hard not to cum all over his cock.

“Cum for me now princess, now. Cum all over your divine rulers cock.” He said as his hips buckled as his thrusts became sloppy letting out slightly louder groans.

You felt your legs shake more as you finished all over him. His cock twitching as he came deep inside you.

You both thrusted riding out your highs.

He pulled out seeing a string of cum follow along his tip.

He shoved to fingers inside of your cunt as he finger fucked the rest of his cum deep inside you.

He shoved his fingers into your mouth allowing you to clean up his drenched cum covered fingers as you licked circles around his fingers.

“Your such a good girl, but if you ever fuck that up I can replace you just as easily. You better not ruin that. Your pussy wraps around my cock perfectly. You wouldn’t want to stop feeling daddy’s cock inside you, right?”

He said as he lifted his boxers back on along with his pants buckling his belt.

You shook your head softly still unable to fully think.

He smiled menacingly as he left. Leaving you completely nude and hazy.

After awhile you sat up, got cleaned up, and changed. You wasted no time before plopping yourself on your bed.

Oddly wanting more.

Wishing more happened.

Before dozing off into sleep.

Sorry for the extremely long and possibly unsatisfying story. I hope you liked it though.

This was my first smut, so if there is anything I should work on or fix let me know. (Situations, details, ways i explain shit, etc) I do plan on getting better and more explicit, but I just have to practice more haha.

Thank you!

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everydayyoulovemeless · 1 year ago

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How The Fo4 Companions (+Maxson and Tinker Tom) Are With Synth!Shaun

➼ Word Count » 0.9k ➼ Warnings » None

MacCready's really good with him! You can always find him outside showing him little tricks on how to stay hidden or just simply playing tag. He's great with kids in general and Shaun is going to love when he comes over, especially since he's fairly laid back and childish himself when it comes to most things.

Nick likes to sit out on the porch and listen to Shaun ramble on about his day. He thinks he's really intelligent for the age he appears to be and doesn't mind answering any questions the kid might have, especially if they're about the Commonwealth or his job.

Cait's kinda scared of Shaun. She's worried that parts of her personality will rub off on the kid and refuses to go near him. If you asked her to babysit she would, she'd just be distant and would only really give him one-worded responses.

Danse treats him like he's in the Boy Scouts. He'll take him camping and show him how to tie knots and start fires and all that. He's usually not sure what to say to him so he's glad Shaun has the child-like charm and curiosity that makes it easier to talk to.

Preston's the kind of guy who'd play dead if a kid pretended to shoot him. He loves playing silly little games with him. One of his favorite things to do is to pick him up and pretend to drop him. He'd also 100% play cops and robbers with him, or as they like to call it, Minutemen and raiders.

Codsworth still feels upset about what happened with the original, but it doesn't stop him from treating Shaun any differently than he would've before. He's constantly there to dote on him and make sure he follows some form of sanitation. He also gives him small chores to do around whatever settlement he's in to help keep him from being bored.

Piper likes to take him and Nat to go explore the Commonwealth. She never takes them anywhere dangerous, they mostly just walk around Diamond City or Concord after it's been cleared out. Piper really doesn't like sitting in one place and thinks that it's a lot more fun to go snooping around the surrounding areas. She even teaches him how to direct the conversation in a way that gives you the information you want.

Curie's better with babies and hasn't spoken to a ton of kids in her life so she'll probably ask him more questions than he will to her. She'll teach him ethical ways to study and investigate things if he ever wanted to, and she's very careful about him not getting hurt. She and Codsworth are especially good caretakers when they're watching him together.

Please don't leave Shaun with Strong. He'll just insult him for being small and weak and encourage him to eat human flesh. There's nothing that could go right with this. And PLEASE don't tell Strong that he's a synth, if he hears he's a robot, he might attack him.

You're gonna have to keep an eye on Hancock cause he doesn't interact with kids very often. He'll ask if he wants to try some of the chems he's got on him to see which ones are his favorite or teach him all the best places to stab someone. The one thing you can trust with them being together is that Hancock won't let any harm come his way.

Deacon loves Shaun. He's the type of guy who still does the 'got your nose' thing. He'll hang him upside down, tell him bad jokes, and would steal one of those funny Minutemen hats for him. He even helps him build a fort in your living room.

X6-88 isn't too sure how to feel about being around the younger clone of his former boss. He's taken care of this same kid before, but he felt it was different because he knew that he was only meant to be a part of an experiment of sorts, not to be genuinely raised. He'll still do what you ask and look after Shaun, and he'll try his hardest to get along with him, however, he'll still come off as closed off and cold.

Dogmeat usually just follows him around and defends him from any mole rats that might pop up randomly from the ground. They're hardly ever apart from one another.

Old Longfellow is actually really good with him. It's like the kid he never got to raise and he's genuinely so happy that you asked him to watch him. He'll take him hunting and fishing, play darts with him in the bar, and makes sure that he doesn't touch any alcohol while he's there. (well maybe a sip but he won't tell you that)

Gage isn't sure what you expect him to do so he just sits up in the Fizztop Grille with him and lets him run around semi-unsupervised. He does try to keep him away from all the other raiders, and will maybe take him out on some of the rides, but other than that, he won't do much.

It's best to try and avoid the whole, 'my-kid-is-a-synth' thing because Maxson will want him killed if he finds out. Other than that though, he'll show him around the Prydwen and let him fly around in a Vertibird for a little bit before grouping him in with the other squires while he gets back to work waiting for you to come pick him up again.

He and Tinker Tom are always playing hide and seek, although, it's more like them hiding under a counter to avoid a possible alien invasion because Tom had told him some crazy story of his and it ended up going haywire and they're both now panicking behind furniture.

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littlespacereader · 11 months ago

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It’s the Doctor Who Christmas Eve fic! This idea came to me on the plane back from college and I just love the idea of having the Doctor pass out and the reader being like “well I better make him comfy”. Thank you to everyone who voted on the poll for the Tenth Doctor! Please enjoy this adorable tale with the Doctor!

A Stranger Invited to Christmas💚❤️🎅🎄

Caregiver!Tenth Doctor & GN Little!Reader (SFW)

Tags - meeting the Doctor for the first time, taking care of him then vice versa, sippy cups, pacifier, stuffies, cuddles, mentions of Santa and Christmas

Leave it to me to forget milk the night before Christmas. It’s no bother though, a quick trip to the shop and back home never hurt no one. After all who can go without milk on Christmas? What would I leave for Santa? Water? Come on!

With my grocery bag in hand, I walked down street to my flat. Christmas is going to be a little different this year. My family was planning on coming to visit but sadly caught a cold that’s been going around.

That meant Christmas alone this year. I mean I can’t lie, I’m a little bit bummed out I won’t be seeing my family.

Thankfully I have my stuffie family to keep me company for Christmas. That didn’t bother me, if anything it was an excuse to regress the whole holiday season away. I mean who doesn’t want to regress and watching movies like Frosty all night long?

The cold air filled my lungs with a deep breath in. With a deep breath out smoke blew around my face with my warm breath hitting the cold air of the night.

Suddenly a squeak broke my thoughts. It sounded like a bird that was calling out for hell. I turned to the source of the noise and followed it to a bush. Something was ruffling the leaves of it but I couldn’t see the animal.

“It’s okay! I’m not hurt you. I just wanna help.”

It was as if the animal heard me because it came out from its hiding spot in the bush. It looked like…well…actually I don’t know what it is.

It looks like a mole mixed with a bunny. It has this small body with fluffy black fur and big ears. Its hands were similar to a mole’s paws with a long hairless tail behind it that looked similar to one of a rats.

It started to walk over to me on its two back paws as it held its front paws together.

“It’s okay! You’re safe now. What happened?”

I walked towards the fuzzy creature and was about to lean down when…

“LOOK OUT!!” A man grabbed and tackled me on the side. The two of us went tumbling down onto the snowy ground.

He tackled me just in time because the creature hissed and shot some sort of venom where I was originally standing.

The two of us sat up from the ground and looked ahead at the creature scurrying away.

“What is that thing?!”

“It’s a Buried Darthrow Fling. Really nasty creatures despite how cute they look,” The man replied.

He grabbed something at his pocket and flung it ahead where the…Buried Darthrow Fling…was running away.

His aim was perfect because it hit the creature and suddenly it disappeared into thin air.

I started at the blank space where the creature once stood in shock and disbelief…

WHAT JUST HAPPENED?

I stood up and ran over to there the animal once was and my eyes were not deceiving me, it had disappeared.

I turned to the man as he stood up from the snowy ground, “How did that? What? What just happened?”

“I apologize for tackling you but if that Buried Darthrow Fling got venom on you, you would’ve fallen into a coma.” He said casually.

“A coma?”

“Yup.”

“And it disappeared from that thing in your pocket?”

“Yeah,” he picked up another one from his pocket and held it out for me to look at. “See? Nothing too fancy, it just teleports back to its home planet.” He added again…casually.

“Planet? Teleporting? So it’s an alien?!” I was starting to lose my mind.

“I can see you’re a bit overwhelmed. So why don’t we start over.”

He brushed the snow off his long brown trench coat and walked over to me.

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m the Doctor.” He held his hand out to shake.

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet-.” I started to say before I paused mid sentence.

On his hand was this blue gel splattered across it. He must’ve saw my hesitation and looked at his hand. That’s when he saw the gel too.

“Oh no.”

“Oh no? What’s wrong?” I asked looked at his worried expression.

“The Buried Darthrow Fling must’ve got me when I tackled you.”

My eyes widened, “Oh my God. We gotta get you to the hospital!”

“No no, no hospitals I’ll be fine.” The Doctor started to say before his eyes started roll back and he fell onto his knees.

I ran over and helped him back up. He grabbed my arm, “Okay…maybe it’s starting to have an effect on me.”

I wrapped his arm around my shoulders to get him back on his feet and more steady, “We need to get you to the hospital before you slip into a coma.”

“No I’ll be okay,” he pulled a device from his jacket pocket. It made a weird noise and glowed blue as he hovered it over his hand.

Then after a moment he pulled it up to his face to read. “I won’t go into a coma because my body is built a bit differently than yours.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I’m not human.” He said, putting his glowy pen thing away.

“You not-.” I stopped myself before I could really wrap my mind around it.

“I just need a place…to take a quick…nap.” He said as he started to drift off again.

I helped him to his feet, holding onto his arm around my shoulders with one hand and wrapping my arm around his back with the other.

“My flat is just around the corner here, you can rest there.” I explained as I turned him around and helped him start walking towards my apartment.

“Thank you, that will be *yawn* nice.”

With that the two of us started carefully walking back to my flat.

“I’m sorry…about all this…” his head bobbed up and down as he fought against sleeping.

“It’s not your fault. I was the idiot looking at the strange creature.”

“Well, you didn’t know any better….so no need to apologize. But what are you doing out so late…on Christmas?” He asked between yawns.

“I forgot to get milk for Santa so I went out to a shop…to pick it up…” I started to trail off.

With a quick look over his shoulder I could make out the faint puddle in the distance behind us, which no doubt was my milk carton splattered all over the payment.

“Oh…” The Doctor trailed off as he realized what must’ve happened. “I’m so sorry, I’ll…I’ll make it up to you…”

“Don’t worry about it, I rather have no milk and not be in a coma.” I joked getting a smile from the Doctor.

~~~

Finally we made it back to my flat. As we got closer I could feel the Doctor start to get more and more drowsy. Standing at the door and trying to unlock while also holding onto him was a bit of a challenge but one I managed.

The door swung open. I guided him to my small but cozy living room.

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay? You’re not going into a coma?” I asked still extremely worried. I helped him take his long tan coat off then sit on the couch.

“No, no, no. I just need a little nap to get the side effects…to ware off and then…then I’ll be okay. Promise.” He said drifting off.

The worrying started to get to my regression. I held my hand out, pink facing toward him. “Pinky promise?”

He smirked and lifted his tired hand toward mine, wrapping his pink around my own. “Pink promise Y/N.”

“Just…a little…rest that’s…all…” I help him lay on the couch as he started to drift off both what he was saying and off to sleep.

Then it was just me with a sleeping stranger on my couch.

All at once the events hit me like a train and suddenly I felt the reality of everything. He’s an alien, we were attacked by an alien, and now he’s taking a rest on my couch.

No not strange at all, totally not. Why would it be?! It sort felt like a crazy dream I was a part of. But this this was real, this is really happening. This is going to be a Christmas to remember.

With reality and panic setting in, I could stop myself from regressing any further. The panic seemed to slip away as I let myself regress to let go of everything that just happened.

Now fully feeling like my true little self I stared at the stranger in the brown suit and converse. He was very nice to me and he did save my life hence why he was passed out on the couch.

If he was my guest for Christmas, I might as well make him comfy. So off I rushed to the bedroom to grab some supplies.

With arms full, I ran back and got to work. First I draped a soft light pink blanket across his body. Then I gave him a soft pillow behind his head, then to finish it off I surrounded him with not one but about ten different stuffies. I couldn’t have him waking up without friends around him.

Satisfied with the results I rushed off to make myself comfy for the night. It wasn’t too late and I didn’t have a Caregiver to tell me not to stay up…

With Christmas pajamas on, a sippy cup full of juice and a Christmas pacifier in mouth, I sat on the ground infront of the couch as Frosty the Snowman playing on the tv. I would watch Frosty and check on the sleeping strange periodically.

But as the night went on, it became harder and harder to stay awake.

~~~

When The Doctor began to wake up, a few things popped into this mind. For one, he felt very comfortable. He’s hasn’t felt this cozy in a long long time.

Memories started to flood his mind of the past 24 hours. Flying around in the Tardis, getting a notification of a dangerous Buried Darthrow Fling, searching around all of England for it and meeting Y/N. Then of course getting the venom on his hand and passing out.

There was a movie playing in the background. It sounded familiar but something he couldn’t quite place at the moment. Then he heard something that warmed his hearts, a pure and happy giggle.

It was enough to push through the tiredness and open his eyes. And what he saw brought a smile to his face.

Y/N, his newest friend and couch-lender was sitting next to the couch in some Christmas themed pajamas. Beside them was a stuffie, a sippy cup and some biscuits on a tiny plate. On the tv played the new cartoon version of the grinch.

Every so often Y/N would be watching the scene before their head would be nodding off. Then when they realized, they would jump back up and continue watching.

The Doctor realized in two seconds what was going on. It had been far too long since he had seen a Regressor. On his home planet, regressing was as normal as sneezing, but on Earth it wasn’t as well know. Which is a shame the Doctor thought.

He began to sit up on the couch, and that’s when he realized why he was so comfy. He was wrapped in a soft pink blanket and surrounded by plushies.

“You’re awake!”

The Doctor turned to see a wide eyed Little staring back at him.

“Are you okay? How are you feeling?!” Their pacifier fell to the ground as the began to ramble on worried as ever.

“I’m alright. Better now actually than I was before. And even more better thanks to all of these friends that kept me nice and safe while I slept.”

He picked up one of the stuffies, a frog, and smiled. “What’s this one’s name?”

“Tiana. Just like the princess. By your hip is her husband Naveen.” Y/N pointed out.

The Doctor smiled and picked the other frog up. With the married frogs reunited he shook their feet. “It is nice to meet such a lovely couple.”

That caused Y/N to giggle at the Doctor’s silliness. But their giggle caused them to yawn soon after. That caught the Doctor’s attention.

“Y/N, how long have you been up?” He asked before looking around for a clock in their flat.

”Don’t know…wanted to make sure you were okay.” They said with another yawn.

Below the tv sat one that read 11:30pm. “It’s almost midnight! It’s far too late for someone as young as you. Come on, off to bed.” He stood up and walked over to where they were sitting.

The Doctor could see there was a bit of hesitancy in their eyes. “But what about you?”

“What about me?”

“What are you going to do? Are you going back to bed?”

“No. No, I’ve slept enough for at least another two years. But that doesn’t mean you don’t need to go to bed.”

“But…are you going to leave me?”

The question came out as broken and as sad as it could possibly sound.

Sure the Doctor had plenty of other things he had to do. He had to figure out how that creature got to Earth, he had to fix something in the Tardis’ engine…

But the look of wonder, of happiness and of concern for him on Y/N’s face struck something in him. It had been a while since he had a companion. Rose…well…she was gone. And recently Martha had left.

He wasn’t good alone, he knew that, but he always seemed to be alone. That was until now.

Now he had a chance to have a companion again. A friend to travel all throughout time and space with. But not only that, now he now had a Little to care for and watch over.

Plus it was Christmas Eve, and he was always a softie for Christmas.

He bent down, sitting across from them on the ground. He took their hands in his. “As long as you want me here, I’ll stay. I’ll even be happy to take care of you if you need. After all you took such good care of me. Let me return the favor.”

Y/M smiled and squeezed his hands back. “Yes!! I’d love you to stay! We can celebrate Christmas together!”

The Doctor smiled back, “Then that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

“But first things first! We gotta get you ready for bed!” The Doctor jumped up off the ground and offered his hand to Y/N to help them up.

Once up and hand in hand, the Doctor turned on his heels to go toward their bedroom but was stopped when Y/N pulled his arms back.

“Wait! We gotta put our cookies out for Santa.”

“Right, of course. We can’t forget about Santa now can we?” He winked.

So off to the small kitchen the two went to fetch some biscuits for Santa. Then there they sat, a tiny plate with two biscuits, some carrots for the reindeer and a glass of juice. With it sat a note to be read later.

The two stood back and admired their work. “You think Santa will like it?” Y/N asked.

“I don’t think he’ll like it. I think he’ll love it.” The Doctor smiled.

Y/N nodded and yawned. The Doctor took that as his cue to get his little one to bed.

“Alright you’ve been up far far too long. Time to go to bed before Santa arrives.” He lifted them into his arms and started to carry them off to bed.

Suddenly the clocks chimed, indicating that it was midnight and officially Christmas Day.

Despite being sleepy Y/N still lifted their head off his shoulder to look at the Doctor with a smile, “Merry Christmas Doctor!” They leaned forward and hugged him tightly.

He hugged back just as tight, “Merry Christmas Y/N!”

Y/N fell asleep soon after. All wrapped up in their fuzzy blanket cuddling close to the Doctor. And the Doctor? He held them close like a protective Caregiver would. And for the first time and a long time, he was happy. Truly and blissfully happy.

The note in the living room to Santa read as followed:

Dear Santa,

We apologize for the juice instead of milk. We almost fell into a coma trying to get milk. But thankfully we’re alive but without milk so please enjoy the glass of juice instead. Please thank the reindeers for their hard work and tell Ms. Clause Merry Christmas from us!

Sincerely,

Y/N and The Doctor

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kaydreamer · 4 months ago

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The Flirting Game

Hope and Hancock were only five minutes along the train line when they heard the telltale snarl of feral ghouls.

The fight was over quickly. Hancock was a whirl of deadly red at close quarters, and while Hope preferred to be a hell of a lot further away from her targets, she was swift on her feet and lethal with her pistol. There was an exhilaration to a gunfight at close quarters, one which swept her up in the rush of combat, then left her dizzy and hollow in the aftermath.

This time was no different.

Hope lowered her gun, breathing hard to quell the nausea, looking grimly at the slain ghouls. When she’d fought her first horde of ferals, mere weeks ago, she’d been terrified. They had rushed her like zombies in a horror movie, snarling monsters torn from nightmare. It wasn’t until they were dead, and she’d noticed one of them holding a teddy, his hand fused shut around it, that the tragedy of their lost humanity struck her.

She wondered if it was the same with super mutants.

She wondered what Hancock thought.

She looked over at him. He was checking the area, making sure there were no more ferals lurking in any of the rail cars. He must have felt her eyes on him, because he turned to look at her, frowning when he caught her conflicted expression. He returned, placing an uncharacteristically tentative hand on her shoulder.

“You okay?”

“Does it… upset you?” she asked softly, looking down at the nearest ghoul. “You know… having to shoot them?”

Hancock shook his head. “It’s a mercy. They… ain’t who they were.”

Hope nodded, swallowing hard.

“Yeah. I guess so.”

They both jumped as Dogmeat barked, growling at a rustling sound coming from one of the bushes. Hancock had his shotgun up in an instant, pushing Hope behind him as a mole rat burst out, only for its head to explode with an almighty blast a heartbeat later.

“Would ya look at that?” said Hancock. “Looks like dinner just announced itself.”

“A mole rat?!” said Hope, aghast. She screwed up her face in disgust. “No thanks. I’ll go hungry.”

“You kiddin’? Mole rat is delicious. I’ll prove it.” He turned to her, his expression smug. “Twenty caps says you like it after I’m done cookin’ it.”

“Ugh…” Hope winced. “That means I have to actually eat some.”

“Fifty caps.”

“...Fine.”

Hancock grinned, grabbing the headless mole rat by the tail and hoisting it over his shoulder. “Guess I’m about to be fifty caps richer,” he said, with a confidence Hope had very little faith in. “Let’s take it to Oberland. If they got mutfruit, then I got the perfect recipe in mind.”

It was just getting dark by the time they reached Oberland Station. A chugging generator lit a row of empty rail cars along the train line, each repurposed as a hotel room of sorts. Hope had learned during her last visit that Oberland Station was a common stop for travellers on their way to Diamond City, so the ‘Railway Hotel’ received a steady stream of guests - as did a second line of rail cars which served as a market. The settlement also boasted a small farm for tatos and mutfruit, along with a fairly well-maintained station house which provided communal living for the permanent settlers.

The leader of the settlement was a dark-skinned woman by the name of Valerie, who greeted Hope enthusiastically, and Hancock even more enthusiastically when she caught sight of the mole rat carcass he was carrying.

“We’ve already made a tato soup and bread rolls for tonight, but we haven’t had fresh game for a few days,” she said. “If you’re fixing to sell that, dinner is on us.”

“Oh, I’ll do ya one better,” said Hancock. “Let me use some mutfruit, and some sugar sap if ya got it, and I’ll cook it for ya. Free of charge.”

“Done,” said Valerie. “There’s a cooler bin further in, you can dump it there.” She turned to Hope. “Sorry, didn’t mean to be rude. It’s great to see you again, General.”

“Just Hope is fine,” said Hope, elbowing Hancock as he saluted her. “I don’t suppose you have a room free?”

“None in the Railway, I’m afraid - we got two caravans of traders stopped here tonight. But Tess and I made one up for ‘specially for the Minutemen while you were gone. Got one bed and a couch in it. Let me show you.”

The room was upstairs in an old white switching tower which, Valerie informed her, was officially the Minutemen tower in the past, and was officially the Minutemen tower again. The downstairs portion had a desk, a radio, and some shelves for storing supplies.

“Speaking of the radio,” said Hope, as they approached the tower after depositing the molerat by the dining shack, “I need to update your network map. Goodneighbor is joining the radio relay, and Oberland is the closest relay partner.”

“Is that how you stole their mayor?” asked Valerie, chuckling.

“I guess my reputation precedes me,” said Hancock.

“Not many ghouls around dressed like they raided a museum,” she shrugged, smirking. “Map’s in the desk drawer. Jed’s in charge of the radio, give him the listening frequency and he’ll keep it tuned.”

“Do you mind if we use it to test the signal tomorrow?” asked Hope. “I’d like to radio forward to Sanctuary along the relay as well.”

“It’s all yours, Gener- Hope,” said Valerie, pausing at the foot of the switching tower. “Dump your things upstairs and come join us for a meal.”

The dining shack was a large wood-and-sheet-metal building filled with long picnic tables. A bar sat in the middle, behind which was a kitchen with a wood-fired stove. It hummed with conversation. As Hope entered, a few shouts of greeting were raised by the permanent settlers.

“Aren’t you little miss popular?” said Hancock, as they approached the kitchen.

“I should hope so,” said a dark-haired woman, waving a ladle. ��Those damn raiders haven’t touched us since she took care of the bunch out at Back Street Apparel. It’s good to have the Minutemen back.” She poured an extra large serving of soup into two bowls, along with two thick slices of bread. “I’m Tess, by the way,” she said to Hancock. “Val said you bought in the mole rat. You best make sure you clean my kitchen once you’re done with it.” She waved the ladle close to his nose, but the smile on her face belied the threat.

“You have my solemn vow,” said Hancock, a hand to his heart.

“Good. Now get some food in your bellies, before it goes cold.”

Hope found herself pulled into a number of conversations as she and Hancock enjoyed their meal - mostly by the settlers, who were eager to chat. The caravan traders sat in stark contrast, glowering at her from a separate table. Hope overheard a few dark mutterings from their group, which contained the words ‘ghoul’ and ‘shouldn’t be allowed’. But Hancock seemed determined not to let it get to him, and when Tess overheard one particularly foul remark, which sounded to Hope's ears like 'ghoul-fucker', she smacked the man across the back of the head with the ladle and banished him from the dining shack.

By his hoot of laughter, Hancock certainly enjoyed that.

“It’s ridiculous, anyway,” said Valerie, afterwards. “We get a lot of ghouls through here, and we deal with a lot of ferals, and not once have I seen one turn into the other. But we kick out a drunk human every other week.”

“I hear ya, sister,” said Hancock. “And thanks. Means a lot to hear.”

Eventually, one of the settlers invited them back to the station House for drinks, where Dogmeat received a bounty of belly scratches from a pair of delighted children, while Hancock lost a few dozen caps on several animated games of poker because - to Hope’s amusement - he had a terrible poker face.

At least, he did where she was concerned.

Poker turned into darts, and when Hancock was drunk enough to decide that darts would be more fun as a game of dodgeball, with himself as the target, she’d finally dragged him away to get some sleep.

By the time they got back to the switching tower, they were both mentally buzzing and physically exhausted. Hancock flopped immediately onto the couch, Dogmeat at his feet, while Hope stood and unclipped her Minutemen chest armour. Hancock whistled softly through his teeth as she removed it, looking her up and down with a crooked grin.

Hope raised a slow brow. “Like what you see?”

“Oh, you bet I do,” said Hancock, his voice a low rumble. “That vault suit hugs all the right curves.”

“Fahrenheit did say you thought I looked hot in it.”

“Did she?” Hancock’s flirtatious expression took on a hint of bewilderment. “Since when does she do shit like that?”

“It was after the thing with Bobbi,” said Hope, shooing him along the couch so she could sit. “I think she was trying to cheer me up.”

“Heh. Did it work?”

“A bit,” said Hope, catching his eye with a smile.

“By the way… about all the comments and shit,” said Hancock, shifting in his seat a little. “I like to flirt, it’s all in good fun. I don’t mean anythin’ by it. But if I ever make you uncomfortable, just tell me to back the fuck off.”

Hope paused at that remark. She felt the weight of it shift something in their dynamic, the unstable ground beneath her suddenly a little more solid. ‘All in good fun.’ Just a game of playful banter.

They were on the same page.

Too bad Hope was competitive.

“Oh?” She straightened up a little, tilting her head, her voice dropping a few notes. “You don’t think I can give as good as I get?”

Hancock grinned as he turned toward her, mirroring her tone. “Is that a challenge, sunshine?”

Hope smirked. “Sure, why not. Let’s see if I can find out whether or not ghouls can blush.”

“Oh, this ghoul can,” said Hancock, leaning toward her. “But you’ll have to work really, really hard for it.”

“What do I get if I win?”

“What do you want?”

“A kiss,” said Hope, as her better judgement got up and walked out of the room.

“Done,” said Hancock quickly, a flash of mischief in his eyes. “No take-backsies. You’ll have to try harder than that, though.”

“Who said I was trying?”

“Heh. I like this game. So, what do I get if I win?”

“What do you want?”

“Oh, so many things.” Hancock ran a finger up her arm, and Hope’s skin beneath the vault suit burned. “But… I’ll settle for a date,” he said, leaning back. “‘Cause I’m a gentlemen.”

“Haven’t we already been on a date?” Hope teased, her face warm and her composure hanging by a thread. “You even bought me dinner.”

Hancock chuckled, soft and warm. “Damn, ya caught me. Alright, I want a second date.”

Hope’s heart did a bellyflop. “Well,” she breathed. “I look forward to losing.”

“Oh, so do I, sunshine,” Hancock purred. “So do I.”

When Hancock opened his backpack and pulled out some Jet, Hope was quick to take him up on the offer. The day had been long, full, and exhausting, and a little mental quiet seemed like an excellent idea. They took their hits together, flopping along opposite sides of the couch, legs tangled over Dogmeat who had curled up in the middle. Hope focused on the visuals this time - not as vivid as Daytripper, but still bright, and so pretty with the sparkling quality everything had. The slowness of the world was pure bliss. She breathed deeply, allowing the momentary serenity to wash over her. As she came back to herself, she felt thoughts began to drift back in. She let them float through, soft and easy.

To learn that flirting was something Hancock did for fun, and not something he expected anything to come of, was a profound relief. Bittersweet, because she felt an undeniable spark. But every time she’d found herself in a casual fling, which wasn’t uncommon in the peace-and-free-love crowd, it had ended in heartbreak. She always caught feelings. Every. Fucking. Time. The last thing she needed was to ruin a blossoming friendship, not to mention an outright alliance between Goodneighbor and the Minutemen, by making the same mistake she’d made dozens of times before, getting herself and her heart tangled around a man whose swagger and charm both screamed ‘no strings attached’.

A crush and a flirting game, though? That territory was safe enough, and undeniably fun. The sting of unrequited feelings, already flickering to life, was something she could endure. Certain friendships were worth that.

And if they ever were requited? If it became obvious he shared her feelings?

She’d rejoice.

But she’d have to hear it from him. She’d been wrong too many times to trust her own judgement anymore.

Hancock’s jet-clear thoughts orbited around the baffling nugget of knowledge that Fahrenheit had told Hope he thought her vault suit was hot. Fahrenheit did that. Sure, Hope had said the comment was meant to cheer her up, and it’s not like he hadn’t made it blindingly obvious himself, but still - Fahrenheit had never once had anything to say about any of the women he’d taken a fancy to before now. And certainly-the-hell-not to the woman in question. She stayed out of that shit.

Damn girl was far too perceptive.

It was because he hadn’t slept with Hope. He was infamous as a flirt - damn proud of it, in fact - taking pretty ladies, and the occasional handsome fellow, on ‘tours’ of Goodneighbor which always ended upstairs in his private room at the Statehouse, or in his now-former apartment. Not getting Hope into bed when he was obviously attracted to her was weird for him, and suddenly Fahrenheit seemed to have a lot to say about her.

If Fahrenheit had noticed something was off, the devil only knew what Hope herself was thinking - which was why he’d finally bought up the flirting. He had to let her know he wasn’t expecting anything, that she could tell him to buzz off with no hard feelings.

Instead, she’d decided to make a competition of it, and damn if that didn’t make this whole tangled mess even more fun. He was going to lose that game. He was going to lose it more than once, cursed to spend god-knows-how-long ducking away whenever he felt heat rising in his cheeks, so he didn’t put her in the awkward position of making good on her promise.

Much as he longed to kiss her, he knew one taste of her lips would hook him harder than any chem ever had, and he’d probably combust with yearning in the aftermath.

It was sweet torture, wanting what he couldn’t have.

He kinda liked it.

Hope was wandering lazily around the room in her post-jet afterglow, eyes half-shut, enjoying the tingles along her skin and the slight shimmer which still buzzed along the corners of the world. She watched as Hancock stretched his arms out slowly with a long yawn. “I’m beat,” he said. “You wanna get some shuteye?”

“Sounds good,” she said, through a yawn of her own. She glanced at the bed, then back to Hancock. As if in answer, he kicked off his shoes and stretched out along the couch, pulling his hat down over his eyes.

“Bed’s all yours.”

“You really are a gentleman,” Hope teased, deliberately angling the zipper of her vault suit to make it as loud as possible as she slowly pulled it down. Hancock breathed out a huff of amusement, hand twitching toward his hat before he let it fall back to his side. Hope flicked off the light and shimmied into the bed. It wasn’t as soft as the one in Goodneighbor, but it was a damn sight better than pretty much anything else.

“Goodnight, Hancock.”

“Sweet dreams, sunshine.”

First Chapter

Chapter 7

Chapter 9: COMING SOON

#fallout #fallout 4 #hancock fallout #fallout fanfic #hancock fo4 #hancock x sole survivor #fallout ghoul #fallout hancock #john hancock #fallout fandom

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lowqualitygarbage · 9 months ago

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So what is the wasteland like in your AU? Is life slowly crawling back in? Or is it being stamped out by petty conflicts and the Jesus freaks? How the hell do Gamma storms even still exist? What lives out thier besides people?

!!! Hi!

So, this AU is a pretty direct Fallout adaptation, and I'm not sure how familiar you are with the games so sorry if I over or under explain.

It does kind of bother me that in the games like 200 years have passed since the War, and people are still basically in the stone age and eating centuries-old mac'n'cheese despite so much of the Old World being in a semi-recoverable state.

The sort answer is, the Wasteland could actually be built into a functioning society pretty easily, if people weren't The Absolute Worst.

Settlements are kept small and lower-tech, because you're right, the Army of Righteous does prioritize places that look like they could become a threat. Water treatment plants, armories, power stations, commercial farmlands, etc. The only large settlements that can survive are the ones that are basically fortresses and not worth the effort to wipe out.

This is part of what allowed the system of Overlords to form - they were basically Raiders who were able to survive long enough to amass enough fortifications and followers to the point they aren't easy targets any more, which in turn brings even more settlers to agree to serve under them for protection.

Wildlife is standard Fallout fare - mole rats, mutant dogs, radstags, yao guai, deathclaws, brahmin, giant insects of all kinds, mirelurks, robots, ghouls, and super mutants (along with whatever else I've forgotten). There are a few other animals I'll throw in mutated variations of as needed. Only major homebrew species is Razorbacks - mutated descendants of pigs and boars, I'll do a little writeup on them when I post Fat Nuggets.

As for the radiation storms, they're a gameplay element from Fallout 4, which I think they explained as there being the hyper-irradiated Glowing Sea nearby, which was ground zero for a massive nuke. Storm fronts coming into the Commonwealth over it would pick up the radiation and cause an extra hazard during storms. Most people and animals would either take shelter from the storms, or are already too irradiated/mutated to really be bothered. It's a convenient device to force people into places and in close quarters for a period of time, so I kept it. Let's just assume Pentagram City was a major target for nukes like other major cities, so there's a similar issue.

Additional worldbuilding thoughts below the cut:

The people who do make advancements/big recoveries in technology are people like Vox, and are just basically cut-throat capitalists who will murder their competitors and burn down/steal their stuff, to keep a monopoly on what they offer.

So VoxTech in the Vault 666 universe does offer a bunch of modern conveniences, but he also owns the local power stations and such to make them work, and runs the Vees' territory like a glorified Company Town where everything just goes back into his pockets. Anyone who tries to innovate is either bought out by him, or killed off so they're not a threat. Same with other Overlords who run an industry. No altruists can survive in this environment, which makes Charlie's dreams that much crazier.

technically anyone could probably run a radio broadcast. Alastor is so full of himself he doesn't see others as being even close his level, but people are too freaked out by him to really try; doesn't help that he overrides Vox's broadcast (which is commercials with some music now and again) for funsies whenever he feels like it.

#vault 666 #Hazbin Hotel AU #Hazbin AU #Fallout AU

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reds-skull · 7 months ago

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Hi sending this as an ask so you can answer it whenever it’s convenient.

The Hunter (and his men) knew way to fucking much about Simon and it was fucking creepy (great job!). The only person I can think of who would have that info and motive to go after Ghost would be Roba. He’d have the knowledge and hatred of Ghost and it would take time to build back his forces after Ghost dismantled them the first time. Turning and placing moles, building up a loyal army with enough money to hire Ghost not to mention the (red)skull motif and his apparent age. I know I’m probably wrong but is fun to guess and I’m super excited to find out what’s going on regardless.

I really liked this fic and I’m sad it’s almost over Ghost and Soaps relationship through the whole fic was handled really well and I think felt organic. From their first meeting (Soap was feral and Ghost didn’t know what to think lol) to Soap repeatedly saving Ghost’s life (metaphorically and literally) to eventually finally trusting each other (and those around them) and realising their mutual feelings.

Gaz is the best friend ever and is not paid nearly enough to put up with Soaps (and now Ghosts) bullshit. The man was ready to throw down if needed but still listened to trusted and trusted Soaps judgment, meanwhile Price is having multiple nervous breakdowns (respect) and is still keeping is children men inline and on task. He feels so guilty about failing Simon and MacTavish when it wasn’t even his fault both times to begin with it was out of his hands. This time though he’ll save them.

It’ll be interesting to see what Laswell turns up with after she finishes hunting down their leak… I almost feel sorry for whoever it was.

I loved the parallels between the story and the snippets of poem, that was so well done and cool! Am I correct in reading that you wrote those poems yourself? Because I didn’t realise till I got to the end note and wow i don’t even have words… I thought they were off some old poetry anthology I’d never head about and was going to look it up to read it.

Hi! Thank you a lot of the kind words <3

I do like your theory about Roba being the Hunter, and I do agree it would be the only logical option for their real identity... if it weren't for the poems.

I'm so happy you found Soap and Ghost's relationship dynamic organic, it was a part I struggled with, and I'm not sure that I managed to execute exactly as I wanted haha

I feel so bad for Gaz and Price in this AU, unfortunately everyone kinda got the short end of the stick with how the turn of events meant the 141 was never fully formed...

I don't plan on showing exactly what happens to the rat Laswell eventually finds, but you can be assured they'll probably suffer. She can definitely be scary when she feels the need to.

And I'm so so glad you mentioned the poems! Yeah, I wrote them but I was heavily inspired by a specific collection of English poems from the 10th century (the correct word for it is a codex actually but it's basically a collection). I'll be going in depth about what exactly is going on there in the post script, because it's basically another story I told in parallel to the main one in the fic. And I'll certainly give the name of the codex so you can read it, it's a little complicated to understand because it had to be translated from Middle English (and apparently every word there can be interpreted in like 3 different ways, not to mention the amount of missing pages and possible mistakes from copyists, but that's part of the course with books from over 1000 years ago...). The stories told there, and the language they used to convey them, is really unique and beautiful in my opinion.

I was kinda sad when no one seemed to bring it up, I figured most people just skipped them or they were just sort of too confusing lol, which is why I'll basically explain what I wanted the reader to understand from them in the post script (which I plan on posting at the same time as the last chapter, unlike with Not Alive, Nor Dead). The post script will also have a timeline for the fic, and how exactly it diverges from canon, as well as the deleted scenes and an extra poem I couldn't fit in the fic.

For now, I'll say the true identity of the Hunter is tied to those poems, and their character wouldn't really make sense if you skip them...

#asks answered #ty for the ask <3 #BLOOD||HUNGER #I love answering asks like these where y'all just let me talk about how I overthink everything haha #the post script for this fic is gonna be soooo long its gonna be fun for me to write :)#I did start writing the last chapter idk when ill be able to finish considering im doing it between uni work #(which i should be really doing rn instead of answering this but i couldnt concentrate until i did)

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yellowhollyhock · 7 months ago

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sldjdjsj Thumbelina Dongel

Because for one thing I've named her grandmother Norma and she fits very well as the lady wishing for a child who gets barley from a fairy with a tiny child in it. And more to the point fits as someone who lovingly brings up a little girl with very different needs than herself and never needing to understand where she came from

Also Angel wants to go explore. This idea of yearning for independence to a bit of an extreme because she has to prove that being different doesn't make her weak--it is exactly her. Hun can be the toad but instead of 'marry my son' it's 'join my gang' (they absolutely still call themselves Purple Dragons)

And Casey! Is the sparrow! Not sure yet if literal sparrow or what exactly that looks like but he is her friend who she helps when he's injured and in turn helps her, especially to escape from Hun (which diverges a bit from source material but eh) but also with the various creatures who try to claim her

The turtles also I think should show up early in the story. In this au (is that what this is now? am I making a tmnt Thumbelina au?) their mutation shrunk them instead of making them grow, but still made them humanoid in other ways. Basically fairy-turtles instead of human-turtles, but also neither as usual because mutant turtles. tbd if they have wings or no. They will help Angel out because they're helping Casey out. Unlike most other creatures who meet her they aren't all that curious about what she is and where she came from, because they also have their own weird origin story so they just aren't really surprised. Anyway at the beginning of the story they are pretty preoccupied with their own thing trying to protect their home from their rat father's ancient enemy, the Shredder (he is literally a gardening tool) (belonging to the farmer Krang) (whose actual name is like Smith or something but the turtles heard other humans call him Cranky and changed it to Krang cuz they were little and misheard)

So Casey and the turtles help Angel escape from toad Hun, and then she runs into this group of insects who want her to join their band. They all agree they hate toads (because they're insects). The thing is as she gets to know them she realizes they also hate birds. Probably turtles and humans too.

April I think will be a regular human, sort of gonna merge scientist/reporter, She knows about the singing bugs and the gang toads but no one believes her, and they all keep making obnoxious comments about how if she's gonna make things up, singing toads and a violent gang of insects would make more sense. She's intending to film a concert (the insects will attack her for this) but meets Angel and helps her escape instead.

Oh oh oh! April has a little mouse friend named Irma! :) She lives in a burrow she made under April's playhouse and they sit under the tree in her yard and gossip. Irma takes Angel in while April tries to find her grandma (cuz the lily pad carried her far away, last thing her grandma knew she was running off to join the Purple Dragons, she tried to warn her and now all Angel wants is to apologize. And maybe also a little bit to find her own way first so that when she apologizes she can also say 'but you see I needed to leave first).

It takes April longer than they expect--and actually there's something really weird going on with her that Irma and Angel can't figure out. And they can't figure it out now because they've got to go underground for the winter.

Enter Baxter Stockman, the Mole. He's building his own little underground empire that these girls are in the way of, so he plays the long game (a Baxter Stockman capable of subtlety and discretion? did I?? make Stockman??? more of a threat than Shredder????) He makes nice, plays good neighbor, talks about protecting them. Tries to hire them as his assistants. Irma is flattered and caught up in the excitement of what he describes (I don't know the details of his evil plan yet), but Angel's becoming pretty practiced at recognizing red flags. The more she says no, the more aggressive he becomes, which makes her also more aggressive.

Poor Irma never saw the Mousers coming.

Return of Casey, Splinter, and the turtles, saving Irma from rat-killing robots. Stockman works for Krang? weeeird. This old farmer so hates having pests on his property and yet he is? hiring them? I mean he fights the tmnt all the time so he does know that they're like,, sentient (see he is evil he is a villain still I promise) but the idea that he would ally with what he so disparagingly calls 'fairy creatures--' there is something weird going on here.

So they will escape Stockman retreat into the sewers, trying to follow them back upstream to find Angel's grandma (Donatello's idea). But also they are all wanting to find out what is happening with April? Cuz she's been all distant and sus. idk details tbd. The last thing they knew she was doing was looking for grandma so they're hoping if they head that way they'll get some clues what could've happened.

And they do--they meet a group of fairies who call themselves Utrom, all of whom wear little crystals around their necks that match a recently added charm on April's bracelet which Irma recognizes. April done been charmed. Immediately they are suspicious of these Utrom, but learn two things

1) Krang (whatever his proper name is) is an Utrom defector cursed with a human form)

2) A Krang sympathizer named Ch'rell has recently escaped captivity and they suspect he is where April got her crystal

dun dun DUN (to be continued some time after the school year ends 😅)

#tmnt #tmnt 2003 #tmnt angel #thumbelina #idk if thumbelina will be like a nickname and if so did it come from grandma? or more like an obnoxious neighbor? or it's not used idk tbd #dongel #donnie x angel #wait actually norma calls her Little Angel. none thumbelina #maybe ryan can be a neighbor kid who gave her the nickname with the best of intentions #can't believe I had all these opportunities and didn't fond a way to make Vernon one of the obnoxious characters #ah well. maybe another chance will come up #also really want leatherhead but idk where a giant gator fits in this story #we shall see

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weirdestcornelius · 5 months ago

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there's old art of doom having a more crooked, "ugly" design that was probably changed for doomi reasons and making him clearer as a good guy, but honestly I think it should've been kept. he looks like a stereotypical villain but hates what he had to do and is good, whereas cuddles, disguising as a cute bunny, is pure evil. it'd be an interesting contrast

I'm a bit biased when it comes to this because I just genuinely love unsettlingly cute or fucked up looking characters but I think this would be such a cool concept to have kept.

I liked Doom and Moods original designs more because it shows they're twins, but gives more differences between them. The way Dooms nose is scrunched up and they're all sweaty and hunched over whereas Moods nose is curled and she just looks really bouncy (?) for lack of better word. Gives more contrast between them, mainly from shape theory; Doom is more "sharp" looking which sets off the "bad guy" signal in our brains while Cuddles and Mood are more "round" which makes them seem more inviting and appealing. If you don't believe me look at literally any marketable mascot out there, I can guarantee you that many of them are rounder looking instead of being made out sharper shapes.

I've always liked Cuddles' original design more because I know I'm not the only one who could look at him and say there's something off. I'm a sucker for characters that look so cute and innocent to the point where you KNOW it's fake. You KNOW there's something wrong with that guy because there's something there that is off putting. Even if you removed the saw he's holding in that one old art piece he still looks uncanny with how fluffy and stereotypically cute he is paired with that really big smile. Now with Cuddles' new design, I really can't tell how outsiders are supposed to find him welcoming or appealing? A big chunk of his character (to me, at least) is how he's used pretty privilege to his advantage by making himself look more marketable to lure more people in, considering we can only assume that naked mole rats are not considered attractive on Spinch with how much Kc jokes about him being ugly. I personally love naked mole rats and could infodump about how cool they are for hours but. That's beside the point.

I've always taken the way he was originally designed as a way to show how big corporations or famous people in general paint themselves in a friendly, appealing light when in reality a lot of them take advantage of the poor and ruin lives. As for Doom I just thought his looks were a good contrast to his sister, not just how I stated above but also how it shows off the different sides of coping. Doom themselves looks sweaty, nervous, and angry whereas Mood has seemed to block off any negativity and is painting herself in a happy eccentric light despite the onslaught going on around her, seemingly cutting herself off from what is happening entirely. If you looked at the older art, at first glance you'd probably assume Cuddles and Mood are the good guys considering how cute and appealing they look, but even though there's something obviously off about Cuddles I feel like it would still be surprising for the cute little bunny man to end up being the guy who has killed people compared to the tall, multi-limbed rat.

So yeah. I miss a lot of things about older Cuddles and Doom. I miss Dooms bitchiness and annoyance towards the patients. I miss how Cuddles used to actually have good character that could make room for so many character arcs compared to what he is now, just existing to be the bad guy and that's it. I'm honestly hoping he actually has some sort of backstory and it isn't just "he's mean because he was born that way" because I know that people aren't bad from instinct. It's how we're raised and influenced that makes us bad people. I have some personal headcanons for Cuddles that tie into this.

this got so long and ranty I'm sorry anon

#answers #sparklecare criticism #sparklecarecriticism #sparklecriticism #sparklecare discussion

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sixpossumsinatrenchcoat · 1 year ago

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Hajime wants to get closer to Komaeda. The rest of the polycule isn’t convinced. (4k words of komahina chaos, heavily feat. best girls Chiaki & Sonia. Spoilers thru the 3rd trial.)

“Ohh!” Komaeda gasps, his eyes positively glowing. “Hajime! How fortunate I feel, to be privileged with such a hopeful sight! And how lucky to have found you here!” “...In my room?” “Yes! Exactly! Your company is in very high demand, Hajime! Always out and about! But when I passed by your cottage I saw a butterfly land on your door; and as luck would have it, I found a cockroach in my coffee this morning!” Hajime squints at him. As usual, he’s having a hard time keeping up. “Please don’t worry, Hajime,” Komaeda says earnestly. “It would be a travesty to waste your feelings on a worthless animal like me. After all, I'm a sort of human cockroach myself! Haha! I felt a sense of kinship, watching his little legs twitch amongst the grounds.”

(This wildly frivolous story is dedicated to my gf & I playing the Danganronpa series for the first time and learning, with mounting incredulity, that maxing a social link rewards you with the other person’s UNDERWEAR??? And that we are presumably sleeping with all of these people????? After that, the plot kinda went out the window in favor of auditioning new members for the polycule.)

Before coming to Jabberwock Island, Hajime almost never napped. There were barely enough hours in the day to finish his homework and study for entrance exams and read enough of next week’s material to avoid looking like an idiot in class. He just couldn’t find the time.

…Now he’s got nothing but.

And it’s not like there are any exams to prep for out here, in the middle of the fucking ocean. For the first few weeks, he tried to keep up with his studies in the library. Then he flipped open a chem textbook to brush up on the basics and realized that the entire organic chemistry section was total bullshit. Which kinda threw a wrench in his curriculum. Not studying feels bad, but not as bad as learning stuff that’s wrong.

It still makes him anxious. You’d think the constant threat of sudden death would put it in perspective but… nope! Turns out that Maslow guy was full of shit. You can be scared of getting murdered and scared of flunking your college entrance exams, all at the same time. Or at least, Hajime can.

So even though it’s 2 in the afternoon, with sunlight streaming in through the huge, unsettlingly breakable window above his bed, Hajime is fast asleep when he hears the knock.

It’s a weird knock. The human brain loves patterns, so most people wind up knocking on some kind of rhythm. A nice even knock-knock, or a brisk rat-tat-tat. ‘Shave-and-a-haircut,’ etcetera etcetera. This sounds more like a woodpecker playing a round of whack-a-mole. One loud knock and then two quick ones, then a weird protracted silence followed by four more.

“Mh,” Hajime mumbles. “Uh. One sec.”

He doesn’t bother with a shirt. It’s hot. And he’s tired. And it’s not like there’s anyone left who’d care. Koizumi would've hit him if he tried to open the door half-dressed, but Koizumi is dead. Hanamura might’ve made a pass at him in the grossest way he could think of, but Hanamura’s been fish food for weeks. Probably Tsumuki would full-on scream, but there is no Tsumuki anymore. Half his friends are dead and Hajime can’t find a shirt. Literally who fucking cares.

He yanks the door open to find Komaeda, one hand outstretched for another chaotic, arhythmic, totally bizarre fucking knock.

“Ohh!” Komaeda gasps, his eyes positively glowing. “Hajime! How fortunate I feel, to be privileged with such a hopeful sight! And how lucky to have found you here!”

“...In my room?”

“Yes! Exactly! Your company is in very high demand, Hajime! Always out and about! But when I passed by your cottage I saw a butterfly land on your door; and as luck would have it, I found a cockroach in my coffee this morning!”

Hajime squints at him. As usual, he’s having a hard time keeping up.

“Please don’t worry about me,” Komaeda says earnestly. “It would be a travesty to waste your feelings on a worthless animal like me. After all, I'm a sort of human cockroach myself! Haha! I felt a sense of kinship, watching his little legs twitch amongst the grounds.”

“Uh.”

“I didn’t eat the cockroach,” Komaeda assures him. “I spotted him before my last sip.”

“...You drank the coffee, though.”

“Oh, yes! Thank goodness! If I saw him any sooner, I might not have caught you at all!”

Right. The whole… karmic balance thing. Hope from despair, and vice versa. “Uh huh. So. Did you want something, or…”

“No, no, please, I would never! I wouldn't dream of imposing on your valuable time! It was only—hm, how to explain it to someone so, so resplendent… Only a whim, Hajime. The senseless, selfish impulse of a simple mind.”

Hajime is pretty sure he’s never met a less simple mind.

He wonders if Komaeda wants to come in. He sort of wants to invite him in. Which is pretty stupid, after all the mean shit Komaeda said in the hospital. (Hajime mentally crosses 'Ultimate Common Sense' off the list of possibilities. Might as well scratch out 'Ultimate Social Skills' while he's at it.)

Well. Whatever. Even if Hajime wanted to be hospitable, now is definitely not the best time. “Oh,” he remembers, “I got you something. Hang on.”

He closes the door before rifling around in his desk drawer, because if he doesn’t, he’s pretty sure Komaeda will come trailing after like a baby duck.

By the time he finds what he’s looking for, he half-expects Komaeda to be gone. Not that anyone on this island has anything to rush off to. Just because Komaeda is—unpredictable. You never really know what he’s going to do.

But when he opens the door Komaeda is waiting, still wearing that glittering smile.

“Here,” Hajime says, thrusting the gift at him. “It’s, uh. I already read it. But it’s interesting. It’s from another Ultimate, supposedly.” Unless the journal is just another of Monokuma’s tricks. But its author didn’t sound like Monokuma. They sounded sharp. Incisive. Humorless, and sort of… relentless? Not exactly Monokuma’s bag. “Some kind of investigator. ‘Ultimate PI,’ or something. And I know you’re into that stuff too, so…”

When he looks up, he can’t help but flinch. Komaeda’s smile has gone cold. Teeth bared in stiff straight lines, like keys on a piano. Eyes sharp and clear as breaking glass.

Reflexively, Hajime pulls his hand back. “Uh—”

“You really shouldn't waste your kindness on me, Hajime,” Komaeda says, all the words running together without any space between. “So much good fortune is an ill portent, haha! And luck is capricious; it has no sense of loyalty, or of… restraint. Of course you could never understand, fount of hope that you are, overflowing with—with generosity of spirit, with grace, but— You should step lightly, Hajime.” Even as Komaeda’s eyes go dark, his smile stretches wider. “That kindness of yours could be very dangerous.”

“Uhh.”

And then, like flipping a switch, the light flicks back on. “Ah! I'm so, so sorry, Hajime, for darkening your doorstep for so long. I could just die of shame. If you want to kill me, I understand. I promise to hold still."

"...I'm good."

"You certainly are!" Komaeda agrees, with a breathless little shudder. "I can't even begin to imagine. But if my worthless presence brought you down on such a hopeful day I just couldn't bear to live, so I'll get out of your sight. But I'll treasure your gift for the rest of my miserable life. I'd build a shrine for it but I know I'd only ruin it, with my disgusting talent, I'd probably bring the whole cottage down in flames—but I'll keep it close! I'll wear it over my heart, so I can bring you with me into the very trenches of despair!”

“You don’t have to—” Nope, that’s a lost cause. “Okay. Well. Glad you like it.”

“Very much so! Yes! So be vigilant, Hajime! Despair lies in wait around every corner!”

“Right. I mean, uh. You too.”

Hajime watches, nonplussed, as Komaeda practically sprints down the boardwalk to vanish through the gate. He takes a moment to reflect on the fact that he can’t even tell if Komaeda liked the gift or hated it. Or liked it so much that he hated it, or… hated it so much that it drove him to despair, which then filled him with hope? You can never really tell, with Komaeda.

"Ugh," he sighs, kneeing the door shut. "I dunno. I don't get that guy. Do you think he's mad at me?"

Chiaki makes a cursory effort to sit up before flopping back against the pillows. “Oh. Sorry. I wasn’t listening. What did he say?”

“That he was very happy to see Hajime!” Sonia reports promptly. “But that good luck portends catastrophe, so Hajime would be wise to feel accordingly endangered! And that he’s going to put the present in a shrine!”

Chiaki yawns. “It sounds like he liked it.”

“Yeah, but… I dunno. Sometimes I think that pisses him off even more? Like he only gets really upset if you do something he likes.”

“That sounds very confusing,” Sonia says loyally. “I can speak only to my own experience, but I greatly enjoy receiving something I like from someone I like.”

“I like video games,” Chiaki contributes.

“We know, Chiaki.”

“And sunflower seeds.”

“Komaeda likes them, too,” Hajime mumbles.

Sonia tries to exchange a significant glance with Chiaki, but it rebounds off the brick wall of Chiaki’s total lack of socialization. She settles for giving Hajime a sympathetic look. “Oh, Hajime. You give him too much of yourself! In Novoselic, children are taught never to put too much faith in any one paramour, lest you be cast adrift should they betray you, or lose their life in an evacuation drill.”

“…Why would they die if it’s only a drill?”

Sonia looks appalled. “Drills are very dangerous, Hajime-kun!!”

“Rock drills deal piercing and slashing damage,” Chiaki agrees. “Plus AOE staggering, sometimes.”

“It’s important to be prepared for every possibility!!”

Hajime knows a losing battle when he sees one. “Okay. Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Now come back to bed,” Chiaki complains. “Sonia’s too pointy without a buffer. She’s got too many bones.”

“My sincerest apologies!! I shall remove them at once!!”

“Please don’t,” Hajime sighs, flopping back onto the mattress. He spent half the day sleeping and he’s already exhausted. There’s never any homework and there aren’t any exams and he’s always, always tired. But the warm arms wrapped snugly around his ribcage help a little.

###

Hajime couldn’t tell you how he wound up in bed with two different sort-of girlfriends, one of whom is a NEET and the other a literal princess. (Though Chiaki is only interested in the actual sleeping. And sometimes holding hands.)

Probably the mortal peril played a part. The sort of sinking, sickening dread that fills your lungs up with tar; makes you feel like you’ll never take a deep breath again. No shit, they could all use a little comfort.

But mostly it was Sonia’s doing. She approached him, very matter-of-fact, after the first trial, and laid out a pitch on the benefits of oxytocin in the face of stress, and how citizens of Novoselic are encouraged to share their bed with at least one trusted comrade in times of war. (Hajime is starting to suspect that half of these Novoselic traditions are just Sonia doing whatever she wants).

At the time, he was speechless. Obviously. It’s not like he had any experience with this stuff, unless that’s just one more thing they scrubbed off his hippocampus. But Sonia is beautiful and unwavering and also, not that it really matters, a literal princess. It’s not like Hajime wasn’t sold.

He’d swear his heart stopped when another voice rang out from behind the arcade cabinet.

“I want in,” Chiaki said blearily. Had she been there the whole time? Hajime could only hope that she’d slept through most of his pathetic sputtering. “On the sleepovers. And feeling safe.”

Hajime looked toward Sonia, nervous, only to find her positively glowing. “Oh! Wonderful! Tanaka-san informs me that three is a very lucky number! And as our adversaries sew distrust among our ranks, it will be a great comfort to have two such dependable companions by my side!”

Chiaki blinked up at her, a little starry-eyed. Hajime got the sense it was her first time being called dependable. (Not that he could relate.)

So that’s good. It’s… really good, actually. It’s just everything else that’s the problem.

Every time Hajime thinks they’ve finally scraped bottom, Monokuma blows out the foundation and sends them tumbling deeper into the dark. Maybe there really is something to Komaeda's stupid theory of equivalent exchange. For every out-of-your-league girlfriend you pick up, you get one bonus trauma, free-of-charge.

Kazuichi keeps trying to follow Sonia home, which kinda makes Hajime want to grab him by the throat and give him a Very Firm Lesson about consent. But of course Sonia insists that there’s no problem, because Kazuichi is pathetic but harmless, and also because she knows six different ways to kill a man with a hairpin and a pack of floss.

Chiaki takes a sudden, uncharacteristic interest in Fuyuhiko, who's too lost in his grief to even notice. (Though it probably doesn't help that, for Chiaki, 'taking an interest' mostly means 'playing the same handheld games as usual, but in your line of sight.')

Gundham tries to train a pack of special-ops attack squirrels and actually succeeds, which is way more worrying than if he’d failed. Kazuichi challenges Hajime to a duel for 'monopolizing Miss Sonia' and then bursts into tears when Hajime just says, Yeah, okay. Sure. If it'll make you feel better. Akane picks a pointless fight with Monokuma that takes Nekomaru out of commission without warning, overnight, with no way to know if he’s ever coming back or if he’s just—gone.

And Komaeda keeps pissing people off.

Hajime is pretty sure he’s doing it on purpose. Pushing people’s buttons, pushing his luck. Needling Fuyuhiko and goading Kazuichi and baiting Akane like he actually wants her to take a swing at him, even though Komaeda is made of tissue paper and Akane could deadlift a fucking tank. (Hajime has to intervene on that one personally. He’s really not interested in putting a classmate on trial just for sneezing a little too hard on Japan’s brittlest psycho).

“Why would you do that?” he demands, after dragging Komaeda away. “You know you can’t take her.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of raising a hand against one of the Ultimates! Each and every one of you is my greatest inspiration!”

“So, why?”

Komaeda’s eyes glitter. “Could it be that Hajime is worried about me?”

“Of course I’m worried,” Hajime snaps. “I’m worried about all of us! On murder island! Where apparently they can just—release a virus to wipe us out, all the time, at any time, except it’s more fun to make us do it for them. And the rules keep changing, and everyone’s just…” His eyes burn. He swipes at them roughly with one hand. “Yeah! Yes! Jesus! I’m fucking worried about you! Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Hajime is too kind,” Komaeda purrs. “Such an undeserved honor for a wretched, worthless—”

“Will you stop that? It’s gross. And I know you’re just messing with me, so just—spare me.”

Komaeda looks sideways at him. In the fading gray of twilight, his eyes shine like mirrored glass. “Do you have dreams of heroism, Hajime-kun?” he asks: a little softer, a little colder. “The knight in shining armor, come to save the villain from himself?”

Why is it always fucking riddles with this guy? “Huh?”

Komaeda lets slip a little giggle. “I only mean to say… If my actions are so loathsome, why come to my rescue at all?”

Because I want you alive. Hajime bites it back. Komaeda would only laugh at him. “Maybe you forgot that killing someone gets you killed?” he scrapes out, instead. “I’m not really looking to execute any more friends.”

“Ah. Of course. Hajime is a sensitive soul.”

Right. Sensitive. ‘Sensitive’ is when you don’t want to watch a bunch of people die horribly. Hajime barks a laugh, blinks the blur out of his eyes. “Yeah. I guess you’ve really got my number.”

###

Sonia and Chiaki corner him in his cottage that same night.

“Hajime-kun,” Sonia greets him, when he opens the door. “Chiaki and I wish to speak to you. About us.”

“O-Oh yeah?”

“‘Yeah!’” Sonia repeats, and you can actually hear the air quotes. “We are growing concerned that—”

“Can we go inside?” Chiaki asks plaintively. “I need to use an outlet.”

Hajime has no idea what to expect. It’s not like he’s got any points of reference. He’s never had one girlfriend, much less two. He’s probably never been this close with anyone. Or, if he has, he can’t remember.

“Hajime-kun!” Sonia says fiercely. “We are concerned that you mean to bring Komaeda-san into our bed!”

Hajime chokes. “Wh-What???”

“Not literally,” Chiaki says. She thinks about it. “Not necessarily literally.”

Hajime tries to laugh. Maybe he manages it. “What are you guys even… What? Komaeda?”

It’s ridiculous. Not that Komaeda isn't—sort of—a certain kind of beautiful. And exciting, in the most stressful sense of the word. And kind of... magnetic? Like how you can’t help staring at a smoldering eight-car pile-up. The way he can turn on a dime. Like he’s playing a whole different game.

…But that also makes him more than a little terrifying.

“Come on,” Hajime protests, in the face of their deafening silence. “I wouldn’t—I mean. That guy is nuts.”

“Exhibit A!!” Sonia shrills, planting both hands firmly on his desk. “You court him with books and shiny baubles!”

“Wh– I give everyone gifts!”

“Exhibit B! You speak of him more often than of any other classmate! Typically with no small fervor, and—and at great length!!”

“At least once a day,” Chiaki agrees.

“Well, sure,” Hajime concedes. Komaeda is a dangerous guy. “He’s unpredictable. But it feels like there’s an underlying logic… Like, if I could just figure out how he thinks, then—”

“Exhibit C!” Sonia cuts in. “ You are still talking about him!”

…Ah.

Hajime rubs the back of his neck. “You’re getting more into this courtroom stuff, huh?”

Sonia’s eyes shine with resolve. “Our very lives hang in the balance!!!”

Chiaki elbows her.

“…And I discovered a VCR player in the library,” Sonia admits. “And a trove of— But I am not the one on trial here!!”

“And I am?”

Sonia hesitates.

Chiaki just nods.

Hajime sputters. “On what charges??”

“We think you have a crush on Komaeda,” Chiaki says calmly. “From how you’ve been mooning over him.”

Hajime chokes.

He—what? On Komaeda? The same Komaeda who jerks him around, and fucks with his head, and insists on inserting himself into all of his plans? The same Komaeda who would be perfectly happy to watch them all die, as long as it sewed the seeds for some completely hypothetical, totally irrelevant ‘future hope’? That Komaeda???

…Maybe in the really early days, when Komaeda woke him up on the beach and ferried him through the most stressful day of his life with soft eyes and an easy smile... Maybe Hajime had kind of, sort of, very briefly thought of him as someone he could learn to rely on. And look how that turned out.

It’s not like Hajime hates Komaeda. He… pities him, probably. The hunger in his eyes; the lie behind his smile. The way he keeps insisting that everyone leave him alone but still jolts to attention when anyone comes close, like a dog whose owner just said the word ‘treat.’

Though it would be easier to pity him if he didn’t insist on being so Komaeda about everything. Fervid and frantic and all too eager to peel back his skin and lay himself bare. The freaky self-flagellation jags; the way his voice goes all breathy when he goes on one of his ecstatic little tirades about hope. Like an open wound, all too desperate to bleed.

Of course Hajime watches Komaeda. Someone has to keep an eye on him. That doesn’t mean he has a crush.

When his ears start working again, Sonia is still talking.

“He does not make me feel safe,” she’s saying, shrill with defiance. “And he is not a good conversationalist! He discomfits! Seemingly deliberately!!”

Hajime frowns. But… that’s not true, is it? Komaeda is a great conversationalist. A little showy, maybe. And more than a little alarming. But taking all the weird little shards of himself that he gives you; trying to piece them together into some larger mosaic… It’s fascinating. It’s exciting. Like a puzzle box. (A puzzle box full of knives. An undisclosed number of which may or may not be spring-loaded.)

But Sonia probably won’t find that very convincing. Hajime grasps for another angle.

“You’re dating Tanaka,” he points out.

“Yes! Yes! An excellent example! Gundham-kun would never ‘leave a homie hanging’! He is responsive! Adaptive! Creative and, and constructive, with a strong sense of play!!”

Hajime is pretty sure that’s just her experience. No one knows how to ‘yes-and’ like Sonia. “Nagito’s playful,” he tries.

“No, Hajime! He is—mischievous, at best! He cannot commit to a bit! He insists on changing the rules, or changing the game, without deigning to inform anyone else!”

…Yeah. Totally. “But isn’t that what makes him so interesting?”

“No!!”

“Yeah, no,” Chiaki agrees.

“You too?” Hajime asks, a little crestfallen. He’d got the sense that Chiaki at least sort-of liked Komaeda. She never seemed to turn on him like everyone else. But maybe that’s just because Chiaki never really turns on anyone.

“Oh,” Chiaki mumbles. “Um. I like him okay. He seems like he’d have a secret route, and those are usually the most interesting. But I don’t think I want him to ever touch me.” She falls silent for a moment before adding, a little plaintive: “Can’t we date Fuyuhiko instead? I like his little smirk. And when he calls you a bastard.”

Hajime rolls his eyes. “He said he thinks of me as a brother.”

Chiaki considers that. “He said that about Peko, too. Maybe he’s just stupid?”

Hajime snorts, and then settles. There’s something still bothering him. “Wait. Hold on. Why am I in trouble here? Even if I was into in Komaeda—and I’m not saying I am!—it’s not like you guys have to date him.”

Sonia hesitates. “Things have been—trying,” she says, uncharacteristically softly. “And… we come here to feel safe. And I fear that, so long as we fail to grasp Komaeda-san’s true intentions, his comings and goings might make this place feel… less safe.”

Hajime’s defensiveness evaporates. “Aw, hey. Come on. You know I wouldn’t…”

Komaeda never actually tried to hurt anyone, part of him wants to argue. Except by tampering with evidence and manipulating a murder trial toward a false conviction that would very much get all of us killed, the rest of him points out.

“Look,” he says instead, taking both of her hands in his. “I’m not gonna put you guys in danger. Or make you feel like you’re in danger, or—whatever. If—I mean—in the totally impossible, fully hypothetical world where I wound up d-dating Komaeda…” He refuses to acknowledge the way his stomach lurches at the thought. “We could just… I dunno. Hang out at his place.” Or the motel, his traitorous brain whispers. Or the stacks at the back of the library. Pressed up against the shelves.

Stop that, he tells it. You’re not helping.

Sonia is still considering what he’s said. Weighing the intrinsic risk of Komaeda against the obvious hypocrisy of telling anyone who they can and can’t date when she’s dating the fucking Blue Exorcist.

“I suppose that I cannot rightly stop you,” she says slowly. “It is not as though you are one of my subjects. Alright, Hajime-kun. I trust you. But please keep us apprised of any further developments.”

“Of course,” he promises. “But honestly, I just… really don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

Sonia’s mouth tugs up, wistful. “Haha. Yes. Wouldn’t that be nice.”

[I still haven't decided if I'm gonna build this out into series or just leave it as a oneshot, so if you wanna find out about future updates, feel free to subscribe on ao3!]

#komahina #polyshipping #supportive but exasperated partners #chaotic inscrutable crushes #danganronpa 2 #hajime has the most exhausting crush of all time #the boy deserves some confidantes

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