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holybibly · 11 months ago

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IT'S YOU |Woosan x reader| Part II

Part I If you haven't read it

Genre: smut, from friends to lovers!au, college!au

Word Count: 9.4k

Summary: Sometimes drunken decisions lead to the most unexpected results and the most shocking confessions. Or, after your boyfriend cheats on you, you propose a threesome to your best friends and it might just be what they have always wanted.

WARNING: only!18+ unprotected sex, Dom!San, Dom!Wooyoung, Sub!Reader, fingering, choking, degrading, pet names, spit kink, manhandling, threesomes, dirty talk, explicit sexual content, explicit language, squirting, pussy slapping, overstimulation and more.

Tag list: @staytiny816 @woosmaid @jiminssluttyminx @liknws @pearltinyy @haebaragisworld @bts-iris @bleachpolaroid @wisejudgedragonhairdo @ginger-coffee-addict @pricessthings @rockstarsanie @lilmackiee @minaizum1 @shotahime @vixensss @meljoongiee @ivsjake4evr @love-me-a-little @seonghwaddict @onmykneesforateez @meeitany

A/N: Okay, we're here. I couldn't be more excited. Really, they've got a lot going on and I hope you're all ready because it's gonna be intense, hot and messy. Seriously, I really appreciate everyone's feedback and consideration for this series. It's become one of the most popular things I've written, but it put some pressure on me, because I'm worrying about whether the second part would please you. Well, I think we'll see.

Enjoy the chapter, even though it's practically nothing but smut.

The third and final part! takes us back to where it all began, but not without an emotional roller coaster ride. By the way, I wanted to point out that T/N doesn't remember what she promised them a year ago. So don't be surprised by the plot changes in this issue. In the finale, we're sure to get a hot threesome.

I'm still learning how to write smut, so please be gentle with me.

Besides, I can't help but talk about the results of the poll. The majority vote was for Alpha/Beta/Omega!au, and honestly, it's one of the ideas I'm most excited about, and I was hoping it would be the winner. I look forward to your comments. In general, feel free to write me about anything.

dividers by @cafekitsune

Much love, everyone.

Now. The morning after graduation.

It's a late, lazy morning when you wake from a deep and well-earned sleep. You blinked slowly, trying to adjust to the bright golden light flooding the room, which refracted through your bedroom's stained glass. It was beautiful and annoying at the same time, just as Hongjoong himself, who had inspired you to do this.

You should have shaded the windows last night before you went to sleep, but that was the last thing you thought of as lying in bed between the restless, wet San's and Wooyoung's bodies. You were more preoccupied with the touch of their rough hands on your heated body, the warmth of their breath on tender skin, and the sounds of their hoarse moaning right by your ear.

They were an absolute mess, slowly driving you crazy. Emotions raged in your stomach, making you feel guilty, embarrassed and… lustful. You practically dozed off at dawn, when the boys managed to calm down a bit and fall into a deep sleep.

The apartment is incredibly quiet; you can't hear a single sound, and only the soft sniffle on your neck, with the feeling of warm breath dancing across your bare skin, breaks this peaceful silence.

Wooyoung is still fast asleep, clutching you in his arms like a favorite teddy bear, his leg wrapped possessively around your thigh as it always has been. Even when he was asleep, he couldn't bring himself to let you go for a second.

You ran the palm of your hand over the sheet and felt nothing but the cold under your fingers. Sannie has been awake for a while now, and for a moment you're annoyed by this fact. You wish that he was still in bed with you, soft and gentle as he always was. So that the three of you could spend this special morning together. The graduation robes are scattered all over the room in a mess of things, and all you want to do is push them further and further into the wardrobe and forget about them forever. The dog days are finally over. You are now official free.

Sensual, full lips touch the sensitive spot on your neck, and the sensation sends shivers down your spine. The throat is suddenly dry, sweat begins to form on your neck from the abruptly increase in desire, and you close your eyes tightly, aware of every touch and breath coming from Wooyoung more clearly than before. It's as if your whole body is completely focused on him, reacting to every fleeting movement and every sound with even more eager devotion.

You're still too receptive from last night, and you need more space to try and keep all those dirty, depraved thoughts from taking over and you. You studiously ignore the slight shiver of excitement that is happily tickling your breasts and causing the muscles in your lower abdomen to ripple in a pleasant way. You bite your lip to keep yourself from groaning in frustration as the images and sensations of the night flash in front of your eyes. You need to stop right now. It's too bad, but it's too sweet.

You start to wriggle, trying to get away from Wooyoung, who is still sleeping, but he just pulls you closer to his chest, as if he wants to dissolve into your body completely, and you melt.

Wooyoung has always been so insatiable and greedy for any kind of physical contact that you can offer him, like an adorable little puppy, that you can just wag your finger at him and he'll come running to you. He always had "too much space between you"; it was important to him to hold you constantly, to touch soft skin with his fingertips, to leave butterfly kisses in every possible place, to knead your thighs and squeeze waist possessively, to pull you so close that there wasn't a centimetre between you. You were his darling, soft and sweet girl in all the right places, and he just couldn't help himself.

San used to tell him that he was being a bit greedy and that he needed to learn how to share you with others. After all, sharing meant caring, and you were also his chagi.

Yes, you wanted to be taken care of, and that frightened you to the depths of your most forbidden fantasies. You wanted to be nervous about them; you wanted them to use you as they pleased, to make you take everything they had to offer, even if it destroyed you completely.

Your desire for them was more than you should have as friends. And that feeling had only grown stronger over the past year.

But despite Wooyoung's obsession and possessiveness, his touch always soothed you. He gave you the comfort you needed whenever you felt the need. And in the end, his hands would always nudge you in the direction of San, so that he could have his own moment of sharing with you. You were their own personal cuddly toy, and that was fine with you, because there was no place in the world where you could feel more protected and cuddly than in their arms.

But at the moment, you wanted nothing more than to get away from his touch and calm down your excitement. You'd been so needy since last night, and Wooyoung had only added to your frustration.

He's shirtless, his skin warm and smooth, and you can be sure it's golden like caramel where the sun has licked it. Delicious. You can almost taste him on the tip of your tongue, and suddenly you're tempted to sink your teeth into him for a taste, but you just bite down harder on your lower lip and stifle a moan.

You need to stop being so intensely... aware of him.

Maybe you were still drunk from the last night; after all, you couldn't remember exactly how many shots of tequila you'd consumed before dragging Yunho into the ladies' room to start kissing passionately. And you found yourself in an even more suggestive position with Seonghwa after another round of colourful, unnamed cocktails.

From then on, every innocent act made you feel lustful and hungry for intimacy.

Was it karma or something? You weren't sure, but you were more inclined to think that it was the lack of passionate sex you hadn't been having for a year now. You hadn't been able to find anyone suitable for a long-term relationship after you'd broken up with Suho, and boys-toys hadn't given you any pleasure.

You wanted more than ten minutes of gasping under the covers with awkward fingers poking into the pussy. They were cum faster than you were able to get yourself aroused. Pathetic.

You needed to satisfy that hunger that was eating you from the inside out, that oppressive feeling of emptiness inside you that could only be filled by a big dick that you could choke on for the rest of your life. A thick and long one, with visibly bulging veins, that could really hit all the sensitive places inside you, causing you to have orgasm after orgasm. And having not one but two perfectly matched options handy hasn't made things any easier.

If you offered to suck them off, Wooyoung's dick would be in your mouth in no time. He was always a fireball, passionate, and impatient, and San…San liked to play with his food before getting down to business. You were in awe of how perfect their dynamic was with such different personalities.

You wanted to see how attractive they would be when a warm throat closed around their cocks, when their beautiful faces were contorted with intense pleasure, and when you heard them moan out your name.

Damn it.

It's moments like these that make you realize that moving in with Wooyoung and San was the best and worst decision you ever made. Unless you count buying a pair of designer jeans that make your butt a magnet for people's hands.

The time went by far too quickly for your liking. It was easy to get lost in the succession of school days, week after week, punctuated by movie nights, spontaneous outings and a seemingly endless stream of student parties. Everything in your life changes. From the big renovation of your apartment, which was Hongjoong's job - he was still over the loss of his favourite vintage sofa - to the move in of San and Wooyoung. Things started to move at an even faster pace the day the boys dragged their suitcases into the dark space of your ultra-modern living room, to a general "You should have done this a long time ago".

It was a spontaneous and hasty decision. But what could have gone wrong? It's always been the three of you, and you had no idea that sharing space would have any effect on your relationship. God, how wrong you were. They played cat and mouse with you, testing your mettle and your patience. The memory of that moment is still so vivid in your mind.

"Come on, chagi, try it; it's quite tasty." San brought a spoonful of the dark green liquid, which Wooyoung proudly called the best hangover soup in the world, to your lips.

Jung Wooyoung and his ego, of course.

"Go ahead, baby; be good and open your mouth. It'll make you feel good, I promise." That last sentence was full of innuendo, and it didn't take a genius to see it. In fact, everything that came out of Wooyoung's mouth was absolute filth.

He was practically purring in your ear, touching your delicate skin with every word, and you swear you could feel the touch of his tongue on your earlobe. Oh, fuck. His hands slid down your shoulders, deftly kneading the muscles that had gone stiff, his thumbs sliding up the vertebrae of your neck, and he dug a little bit into the hair at the back of your neck. In that moment, you were ready to do anything for him, whatever he asked.

"That's my Chagia, so docile and sweet." San would continue to feed you slowly with a spoon, smiling sweetly at you as if it were the most pleasant thing in the world to do. From time to time, he would wipe away the drops of liquid that ran down your lips with his thumb, as if in a romantic drama. You were perfectly capable of doing it yourself. But San's meaningful raised eyebrow made it clear that it was better to let him take care of you without resistance. San's language of love had always been to serve, and he took every opportunity to remind you of that.

The silence around you was nice and cozy—you'd even say relaxing—especially since you could still feel the humming bass of last night's music in your head. And all in all, you weren't feeling your best. Hell, that shit you drank last night was strong. This went on for a few more minutes until the plate in front of you was empty and Woo's face was pressed against your cheek in a cute puppy way.

"Woo, and I wanted to talk to you about something, Y/N," San began, his voice suddenly becoming so sweet. He took your hand gently, his thumb stroking your knuckles lazily. He obviously wanted something from you.

"Sure, I'm all ears."

"We'd like to move in with you, peach, what do you think?" Wooyoung was pecking at your cheek, acting like a real sweetheart, but you knew every one of his tactics to get what he wanted.

"You're not going to get it if Woo keeps licking my cheek."

"But, Peach…" He whined, pursing his puffy lips in a resentful manner. Okay, he was cute as hell, but you were never going to tell him that.

"Chagi." You turned your attention back to San, who looked like he was confessing his love to you: Are this hearts in his eyes? Or are you still drunk?

"Agreed, we are practically living here anyway; I even have my own toothbrush in the bathroom. It's just a formality." He was awfully proud of it, squaring his shoulders and imagining himself under your gaze.

"We want to take care of you, baby."

And this is where you should have told them to fuck off and forget the way to your apartment, change the locks, and give San his toothbrush back. But whether it was the soft and somehow loving look of San's cat eyes paired with deep, sweet dimples or Wooyoung's gentle hands that started to knead your shoulders again in a languidly seductive way, you nodded affirmatively.

They were right; you were all practically living together. The amount of their stuff in your flat was unreal—the T-shirts you slept in, the perfume bottles left everywhere, study notes, games, pajamas and scarves, Wooyoung's luxurious leather jackets, and San's books—you could start a collection, but their stuff was just as much yours. It was also the constant cause of your and Suho's fights; he was always jealous of you and them, completely unaware of the dynamic between the three of you. They'd been glued to your thigh for years, and the fact that you had a boyfriend wouldn't change that. Narrow-minded prick.

"I think you're right. Let's give it a go."

"My little darling." San gave a dazzling smile, showing off his dimples even more, and pressed your hand to his lips. God, Choi San was a real menace. It was hard to believe that this pretty cat in front of you was none other than the one who was caught many times having rough sex in the middle of the university library. Once, he was even caught in a threesome, but you didn't want to point the finger at Wooyoung for putting him up to it.

"Yeah, that's our girl." Wooyoung pressed his lips to your cheek once more, salivating as much as he could along the way.

"Jung Wooyoung!" You squealed, wiping the drool from your cheek in disgust, but Woo was already happily scurrying into the living room, laughing loudly.

"We'll look after you, chagi."

That was San's last sentence before he ran his tongue over your hand, licked his fingers like a cat, and ran after Woo with an evil giggle.

"Choi San, come back at once!"

You are going to have so much fun here. Too much fun for your own good.

"Mmm… Peach, you are already awake." The soft touch of plump lips on your shoulder means that Wooyoung has woken up and wants to have your full attention.

"It has been some time. But I don't want to go anywhere. How are you feeling? Last night, when we came home, you and San were really drunk.

Wooyoung hugs you even tighter, nestling his face between your shoulder blades and taking a deep breath of your scent. Your skin is tickled by the tips of his long hair. A light touch on your lower back sends a jolt up your spine, making you arch slightly in his arms. Wooyoung is always like this; his defiant and needy attitude shouldn't be anything unusual for you, so you should stop reacting to him like this.

"Thank you for looking after us, peach. You're always so nice. Sannie and I don't deserve you." He kisses your neck. This time the touch lingers a little longer, and a feeling of excitement rises in your chest. "We haven't caused you any trouble, have we, little girl?" He purrs as he rubs his nose up against your shoulder. You couldn't help but notice how San's habits have become Wooyoung's habits, and vice versa. Now you have to put up with all that twin feline energy.

You turn to face him, and even after a night of sleeping with his hair tousled and without his usual cheeky grin, Wooyoung still looks pretty damn good. He's comfortable, a little sleepy, but no less seductive than he ever was. Woo has always had this sensual aura about him. Underneath the overt sexuality and the bitchy attitude, there was something else—something dark and seductive. You want to kiss him right now, so badly. Your hand runs through his silky hair, letting it fall in soft waves on either side of his face. Dark strands that are long enough to be pulled through easily. The world's handsomest boy.

It's all too easy to fall in love with him.

He kisses your palm playfully and pokes his nose into it like a cat hungry for affection, and you don't mind his purring with pleasure.

You wonder what he's going to sound like when he cums, God, you need to help yourself.

"Let me think." You run your fingers through his hair, lightly massaging his scalp. It's a deceptively gentle gesture before you pull hard on the roots of his hair, causing him to cry out in surprise.

"Oh, babe, why?" He purses his lips in offense, hoping you'll fall for his cute look. But you've known Wooyoung for years, and judging by the mischievous gleam in his eyes, he knew exactly what he was getting at.

"Firstly, you robbed me of my chance for great sex with your whining and dragging me home. Secondly, you behaved horribly when I tried to persuade you to take a shower and you kept me awake until the morning by clinging to me and fidgeting on the bed. Today I demand the royal treatment because you really messed up last night. This was not part of my plan for the prom at all."

Woo smiles back wickedly, practically baring his teeth in a wolfish grin.

"Peaches, are you really such a needy girl? Well, what are we going to do about it? San and I will have to do our best to make it up to you." He suddenly turns you over so that you are lying on your back, sandwiched between the mattress and his lithe body. Wooyoung is hovering over you, his hair falling all over your face, and you can't help but notice how sexy he looks in this position, which is annoying the hell out of you. He doesn't even have to try very hard to send you over the edge.

Strong hands are resting on the sides of your head, letting you enjoy the sight of the seductively bulging veins that run down his forearms. Fuck, you've always had a weakness for his hands, and who wouldn't when they look like this? Woo leans his head towards you until your noses touch, like a predator cornering his prey.

"Baby, I have my doubts that you'll be satisfied with anyone, so don't sulk. And you know Sannie and I will have to approve of someone running their fingers down your knickers." He smiles broadly at you, clearly enjoying your annoyance when you roll your eyes at him.

"Jung Wooyoung, stop it!" Your hand leaves an angry red mark on the bare skin of his chest, and he grunts. It will take all the patience in the world not to beat him to death or kiss him. "I swear I'll wash your mouth out with soap someday." Or maybe you'll lick him from the inside out. "And stop sticking your pretty little nose where you shouldn't. You don't have to worry about who I'm gonna fuck."

"So what if it bothers me? What are you going to do with it, Peach?" He bites his lips in anticipation and raises an eyebrow in expectation, as if he were challenging you to go on.

The way that smug look is on his face makes you feel a little pissed off. You get a little cocky and decide to use the same tactic he did. Wrapping your hands around his face, you're pulling him even closer, resting him on your forearms and your lips nearly touch. He has siren eyes that are deep and mesmerising, and the intensity of his gaze causes your cheeks to flush and you to bite down on your lower lip. The gleam in his fox eyes is proof that he is enjoying every second of your little game.

"Seonghwa kisses you like he's fucking your mouth with his tongue, it's fucking heaven and you can do whatever you want with that fact, baby. I would have ridden him like a stallion in front of everyone last night if it wasn't for you and San's drunken arses". You push him off of you, and Wooyoung rolls over to the other side of the bed as you sit up.

There's something in the air, and you feel you've said something wrong, judging by the way Wooyoung's eyes are flashing with an emotion you can't quite describe. It's a weird mix between anger, envy, desire and something else. But whatever it is, it is making your pussy clench in anticipation of it.

Damn, when did you start thinking with what's between your legs instead of your brain?

He stares at you intently, as if he's trying to decide whether he's going to scold you or fuck you senseless. As lust flashes through his languid onyx eyes like a shooting star, fast but unmistakable, and his pink tongue flicks out to wet his swollen lips, Wooyoung knows exactly what he's going to do to you.

You reach out to stroke his shoulder, and just as you expected, his skin is the most delicious shade of caramel. You can't help but want to run your tongue all over it.

Oh, shit. Now would be a good time to remind yourself: He's your best friend.

"Where`s San?" He asks you.

The expression on his face is, for the most part, neutral, with just a slight hint of lust and anticipation. He slowly licks his delicious lips and looks at you with bedroom eyes. You feel the warm moisture building up between your thighs. If he keeps looking at you like that, you're going to make a puddle of lust where you're sitting right now. You squeeze your thighs tighter to keep the liquid from dripping shamefully onto the bed, praying to all the gods that Wooyoung won't notice.

"I don't know. He wasn't in the bed when I woke up."

"Good."

What the hell is 'GOOD'? You need to collect your thoughts and leave this stuffy room, but the way Wooyoung's eyes slide over your body before, and slowly sucking his lower lip tells you there's nowhere to run.

"Come to me, sweetheart; I want you in my arms." He is stroking himself on his thigh, the silk fabric of his pajamas leaving no room for imagination as it outlines the taut muscles of his gorgeous thighs. His legs are spread a little wider to draw your attention to where he wants you now, and you can clearly see the imprint of his thick dick through the fabric. Damn. It's completely hard, and you can't help but notice how big it is.

His actions send signals straight to the nerves that control your cunt. The wet heat is running between your legs and your arousal is increasing. A palpable shiver runs through all body as you squirm and writhe under the intensity of his gaze.

The rational part of you is literally beating in a hysterical frenzy. It's your hope that your stupid brain will realise the full implications of what's happening, and that you'll be able to put a stop to it. Even if the boundaries of your friendship were highly questionable, you were friends. While the evil voice in the back of your head was cheering you on: "C'mon, what's the bad that can happen?"

He was inviting you, and who were you to refuse? Not that you wanted to.

They'd go crazy if San and Wooyoung knew what thoughts and fantasies lived in your head every day. Huh. They had no idea their sweet chagia had such a dark and dirty mind. You take a deep breath.

Screw it.

You slowly crawl across the bed towards him. He watches you with a squinting, predatory look on his face until one of your legs has been thrown across his body and you're almost sitting on top of him. Almost, as your thighs struggle to keep you in that rigid position, but apparently Woo wasn't in the mood, and his broad palms force your hips down so you're sitting all the way in his lap. Before you realise what you're doing, you're pinned against his crotch, his hard cock touching your aching clit as you move against him, demanding physical stimulation. The contact was so good that it sent a shiver down your spine, and you almost moaned at the tiny moment of pleasure it gave you. Damn, it was massive—so thick you started salivating in your mouth. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You're up to your neck in shit.

"There you are, starlight, in my hands." His voice, once so high and soft, was now hoarse and deep. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you even closer to him, so that there was hardly any space between the two of you. "Baby girl, are you still upset about Seonghwa?" It's a nickname he rarely uses, and it sends an electric shock through your lower abdomen, triggering a feeling you're not sure you can control right now. He leans in close to you and presses his wet lips against the side of your ear. "Tell me what I can do to stop you being angry with me."

"Kiss me, make me feel good." The evil little voice in the back of your head chimes in with glee. "Blow my brains out until my head feels empty and light." It says.

A whole new sensation takes over. Your body starts to heat up in anticipation of what is to come. Then the room will seem to shrink and the air will fill with a tension and a desire.

"I don't know. You've really pissed me off." You look up at him through your impossibly thick lashes, your lips in a fake pout. You weren't the innocent one; you could have played just as badly as they did. "You'll have to try harder, pretty boy." You let your finger nails run down the length of his neck. Wooyoung tilts his head back to reveal a chin line that could have been carved from the finest marble.

As his hands lazily caress your thighs, lifting your T-shirt higher and higher, your skin burns under his palms. Damn, he's scalding you.

The wetness between your legs is becoming more and more intense as the conversation goes on and on. Your juices seep through the thin lace of your panties, dripping from your pussy, leaving little dark streaks on the silk of his trousers where they touch your thighs. The air between you crackles with tension and desire; you feel yourself sweating; you're so hot and needy; and Wooyoung is no help at all.

His aura is one of dominance, and you swallow in anticipation. A storm is about to break and you don't want to be safe.

"I'll do whatever you want me to do for you, Y/N."

You're done for.

"Then kiss me, stupid boy, make me feel good."

He growls back at you, embracing you on the back of the head and practically forcing your faces together. The palm of his hand clenches possessively on the back of your neck with palpable pain, and the sound that comes out of you is something between a sob and a moan. With the sudden movement, you feel yourself pressing even harder against his dick, and it sends a pleasurable pulse through your clit.

Wooyoung presses his forehead against yours and your lips are just a breath away from each other.

You stare back at him without blinking. His eyes are half closed as he watches you in silence, like a tiger stalking its prey, ready to pounce with its jaws clenched. It is in a low, dangerously calm tone that he speaks. "Are you sure this is what you want to do, baby girl? I'm biting." It's mixed with your sighing and seductive lips, and you can barely make out the words.

"P-please…"

His moan is loud, guttural, and mildly painful, and then…

O MY GOD.

Those soft lips are pressed hard against yours in an urgent, hungry kiss. His mouth is insistent and demanding, his thumb digging into the skin of your neck, turning the touch into a rough grip, and his tongue gliding along the bottom of your lip. Slowly, as he pulls your lips apart, he moves in quickly, and you shudder at the sensual sensation as he runs his tongue over the roof of your mouth and licks your teeth. It should have been dirty and rough, but instead you find yourself moaning with wanton need.

"Wooyoung..." The moan of his name was so desperate, so needy, so full of lust and desire.

"Goddamn, I love it when you say my name."

He kisses you with renewed ferocity, biting your lips almost to the point of bleeding. Wooyoung is too passionate; he licks your mouth with his tongue, and literally shoves it down your throat. He kisses you like he's dying of thirst and you're the only way to make him drink. Spittle runs down your chin, it's wet and dirty, but you can't stop, you don't want to stop. Wooyoung's tongue is practically fucking you in the mouth.

And God, you want more. It feels unreal, too extreme to be a reasonable response to a kiss, the heat between your legs, your clit throbbing with need, your nerves on fire.

Wooyoung lets go of you for a moment and you stare at him with your eyes wide open. Your heart is pounding wildly and your breathing is so ragged that you're practically choking to death. Licking away any remnants of the kiss you shared, his wet pink tongue pokes out from between his plump lips.

His hand slides down your face, cupping your chin and tilting your head slightly so that your eyes meet his, his gaze clouded with lust as if his fingers were digging deep inside you. You can't say a word as a wicked smile spreads across his sharp, enchanting face.

Now you have a better understanding of all those damsels who are ready to spread their legs at the flick of his fingers.

"Tell me you want more, baby. I have a feeling this apology isn't enough. I need to do more than that. I'm so desperate for forgiveness.

"Don't I need to be forgiven too, Woo? You shouldn't be so greedy. That voice, oh shit.

You turn sharply around and find yourself staring into San's beautiful cat eyes. He's so damn good-looking you swallow a groan. It must be illegal for someone to look this good in normal jeans and a plain black shirt. But San had a body worth dying over.

A real girl's dinner.

What the hell are you going to do now? How long had he stayed there?

"San-ah… how…" You find yourself stuttering. Your mouth dries up and you can't utter a word, but even if you could, your brain can't form coherent thoughts. You can't bring yourself to look away from him, and something deep inside you knows that he will punish you if you try.

"What is it, Gongjunim? Did the cat eat your tongue?" He raises an eyebrow at you, a shit-eating grin playing at the corners of his lips. As if in mockery, his soft, patronising tone of voice slides over your skin. San combines a sensual, gentle nature with a seductive one that makes you feel he's looking for a weakness before pouncing. His fucking duality. One moment he's a little sweetheart, the next he's a lecherous demon who wants to sink his teeth into your throat and devour you. "Come on, Chagia, I promise I won't disappoint you; I'm very good at excuses."

Responding to his sultry purr, your pussy clenches shamefacedly.

The excitement of it all makes your brain feel like mush and sets your skin on fire.

You start squirming in Wooyoung's arms, and now that San's here, you belatedly realise what you've gotten yourself into. Is it time for a change of scenery or something? No, you want to stay. Desperately.

You need them to blow your brains out, to make you dumb and submissive and a pretty little toy for them to play with. Sometimes you have to stop before you cross the line, but where is the line when you're literally sitting on your best friend's hard cock?

Hell, you don't know what you're supposed to do - run or beg - but you clearly know what they want to do to you, judging by Wooyoung's dick twitching between your thighs and San slowly licking his lips as he looks at your bare ass peeking out from under your shirt. His shirt.

There must be some kind of telepathic connection between Wooyoung and San. After a few seconds of intense eye contact, San pulls his T-shirt over his head, tosses it aside and slowly walks over to you. The grin on his face seems to have changed; it has become even darker than before. Hungrier.

And you don't think this is a good time to start drooling. But damn it, you want to lick him from head to toe.

Between the three of you, there's a chaos of emotion and desire. It's mixed with adrenaline and a distant fear of what's going to happen. There has to be an end to this game of predator and prey, and why not do it now? Sighing, you finally give in.

In the morning, you'll consider the consequences.

"Maybe you should kiss me too, San-ah, and I'll start thinking about forgiving.

Hot lips instantly press an open, wet kiss to your shoulder. The bed buckles under the weight of another man's body. San's strong arms are wrapped around your waist and his fingers clench your t-shirt into a fist. He's hot, warm and hard, and you can feel the hardness of his dick through your trousers as he presses down hard against you. His mouth is sucking, biting and licking your skin as if his life depended on it. Sharing an understanding look with Wooyoung, San slides his lips higher up your body.

"Sannie…" Before planting a hot kiss on your neck, you whimper as his teeth sink into your sensitive flesh.

The moan that comes from the back of your throat is so deep that for a moment you wonder if it's coming from you at all.

Pure pleasure shoots through you as you feel Woo's long tongue on the other side of your neck. He lets out the sexiest moan deep in his throat, as if he's having the time of his life, savouring every second of the way his lips explore the nape of your neck. You're distracted. Your eyes roll back in pleasure as he pulls the skin between his lips, leaving a purple hickey on the back of your neck.

"Oh, my God, boys."

"That's my darling, Chagia." His voice is sultry and seductive, and you can clearly hear the saturi again, as it tends to do at times when San is in a highly aroused state.

"You're so beautiful, my peach." Wooyoung whispers to you, and you just melt away completely.

You whimper as Woo begins to run his hands up and down your thighs and arse, squeezing and pulling. He mooed softly as you made little circular movements with your hips and rubbed his cock against you. Woo punishes you by slapping your bottom if you cuddle too hard. You'll need to be obedient as they play with you.

The sound fills the room along with the collective moaning of Wooyoung's and San's.

"What a dirty little girl you are. I think you need to be taught how to obey." Woo spanks you a few more times and you wiggle your hips in an impatient way.

It feels so good.

San pulls your t-shirt up to your breasts while all your attention is focused on Wooyoung. Your little thong is completely transparent and does nothing to hide your sex or the excitement building within you. They are practically digging into your needy pussy because of the position you are now in. A chorus of gasps and moans can be heard from your best friends as their eyes focus on that big, wet spot. San's greedy hands press you even closer to his body, so that you can feel his full erection on top of your plump, bare bum.

"You're so fucking wet." Wooyoung hisses. "Like a bitch leaking just thinking about our cocks in your tight little cunt. We'll destroy you, Peach."

Before you realise what's happening, Woo's hands slide down your back, your nipples tensing in the cool open air. The soft fabric of your t-shirt falls to the floor, and suddenly, hot wetness envelops your left nipple and he sucks hard on it, the pressure causing pain that turns to pleasure as his tongue touches the hard bud. Your head immediately falls back onto San's shoulder as you open the soft space of your throat to his insatiable mouth. You let out a long groan, and your hand rests on Wooyoung's head, tugging lightly at the soft lengths of his hair.

You feel like you could explode at any moment, even though they haven't done anything to you yet. You're burning, almost feverish, as the growing fire between your thighs reaches unbearable levels. You can't breathe; your skin is hypersensitive. Your head tilts to the side, and you whimper San's name in the most pathetic intonation possible. His hand slides lower and lower, past your waist and your stomach, to the place where you most want to feel him. It hasn't even come close to touching your pussy yet, but the thought of it is enough to make you squirm with excitement.

His hands move down low enough to touch the skin of your naked legs and up slowly, frantically, until he reaches where you are starting to get aroused. The palm of his hand encircles your pussy in a possessive way, the small mound of flesh lying so perfectly in the palm of his hand. You tremble a little at this, and try to spread your legs wider so that his fingers can rub against the moist slit, so that he can dive in between the warm folds until your pussy spreads out beautifully for him, so that he can rub your clit with ease.

"Mmm… what a wet little thing. I bet my Gongjunim has the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen in my life. Fleshy, shiny, and pink - just the way I like it. He gasps for breath. He puts his hands on your hips and rubs his hard cock against the curve of your ass a couple of times. "Do you feel that, Chagia? No one can make me as hard as you can." On your skin, his breath feels like fire. Hoping for a little more friction, you arch your backside. The gesture reveals a hiss from his side.

San's fingers, one tempting back and forth with a feathery touch, spread the excitement building in your slit beneath the thin material. Your pussy clenches around nothing at all in the most uncomfortable way, and you know that he can feel it.

"Do you like this chagi? Wooyoung's mouth on your full, pretty tits? My fingers on your sweet little snatch?" San's tone is almost mocking. His tongue is licking his lips; his fingers continue to stroke your clothed pussy in a leisurely manner; and he watches intently as Wooyoung literally chokes on your breasts. "We are gonna fuck you until you squeal like the slutty little bitch you are." He growls into your ear, and the sound of it makes you pull on Woo's hair with all your might.

And you always had the impression that Wooyoung's mouth was dirty.

A soft moan slips out of the brunette's swollen lips, which are now wrapped so tightly around your nipple that you're sure they're going to leave a mark on it. As he pulls back with an audible pop, you let out a small sound as you look at his ecstatic face. His eyes are half closed, his eyelids flutter slightly and a beautiful flush of colour has appeared on his cheeks. His plump lips are glistening with the saliva and the service he is giving to your tits.

"Are you feeling good, peach?" He chuckles weakly as he watches you fall apart in San's skilled hands, leaving you as beautiful as ever in his eyes. Woo gives your nipple a hard pinch, only to then let his tongue run over it. The sudden change in sensation causes your head to begin to spin, and you let out a loud moan of pleasure.

"Please… I need… more… Youngiee." You stammer out the words, your voice shaking and your body trembling.

"You look so pretty when you beg. But do you want to know something, сhagi? You'll look even more beautiful with your cunt stretched around my dick. I will ravage your tiny pussy, Gongjunim. I'm going to make you mine." San finally kisses you; though it's hard to call it a kiss, he dives into your lips like a hungry man, sucking them so deeply and passionately, with an insistence that you don't even think you'll ever understand.

His tongue is merciless as he explores every millimeter of the inside of your mouth. This kiss is heavenly, and with every second that passes, you find yourself wanting more, wanting him to spoil you in every way that he can. To have his way with you until you have no more patience. And it is these thoughts that make you wriggle in Wooyoung's arms. You try to rub your thighs together, hoping to relieve the unbearable heat inside you.

"The taste is so damn good."

You can feel Woo squeezing your breasts almost in sync, his warm tongue sliding over the plump flesh once more, licking at the aroused nipples, and his teeth scratching the sensitive skin with the lightest of touches. You savour the lightning bolts of pleasure that the two of them cause to bounce around your body. It's almost painful, but you know you're loving this.

Half gasping, half squealing at the sheer, blunt pressure of San's nimble, kneading fingers finding their way to your labia through the mesh of the thong. Your lower abdomen clenches in a reflexive spasm, and your hands are sticky with sweat as you grasp the wrist of his hand.

"Oh, your pussy is so sensitive, isn't it, Chagia?" San cooed with feigned tenderness, and with a strange sadism, he pressed his middle finger against your cunt, sliding it right over the spot where your clit was, causing your hips to shake. The lubrication of your arousal made it much more effective for him to stimulate you, and he would literally bring you to orgasm with minimal effort. He purred softly as you responded, like a big cat purring, and just when you thought he couldn't fuck with your sanity even more, he turned his head and spat on your lips, a glob of saliva dribbling into your open mouth and you choked out a moan.

It's so rough and dirty, but your body responds the best it can, arching into his arms and pressing your breasts even harder against Wooyoung's face.

The brunette moans in response and lifts his foxy eyes to you. You can see the corner of his lips curl into a smirk before he bites down hard on your nipple. Fuck, your life will never be the same. And they haven't even got around to fucking you properly yet. It's like heaven and hell at the same time.

"I want to hear you whimper, Gongjunim." San's hand grips the back of your neck very tightly, causing you to gasp for breath from the sudden lack of air. Your eyes begin to roll up at the possessive touch of his hand on your throat, and you begin to jerk your hips, your clit pressing against Wooyoung's cock, and he lets out a long, hard moan.

"Please, Sannie." You're breathing out.

"Look at her, San, our girl, slobbering like a brainless slut." Wooyoung wipes the viscous saliva from your parted lips, then pushes his fingers into your mouth with a sharp, deep thrust. For a second you choke and begin to gurgle around the long phalanges.

He hadn't removed the rings yesterday and now the heavy metal makes your tongue feel cold. "Think of the way my dick is fucking your little throat, starlight. Suck it hard." You wheeze and gurgle, your saliva bubbling at the corners of your lips, but you have done exactly as you have been told.

It was rough, it was horrible and it was so wet that it was almost disgusting to watch. But Woo enjoyed it; he literally raped your mouth with his fingers in a sort of sadistic sense. A few thick strands of saliva would stick to your swollen lips as he pulled his fingers out of your mouth.

"Look at you. Taking my fingers in your mouth like that. Such a good girl."

This whole game has been nothing more than a distraction from the main action. There's a short circuit in your body as a sharp sensation pierces every nerve in your body. San suddenly slaps you hard on your wet pussy, the contact sending sparks of pain and pleasure flying across your skin, and you let out a squeal.

"Oh my God. Oh, my God. I'm going to… I'm going to…" You go over the edge as you feel your juices pouring down your legs, your vaginal muscles contracting, forcing more fluid to pour out of you, the combination of their names coming weakly from your lips as your orgasm washes over your weakened limbs.

"Fuck, Peach is so hot… You're squirting." You belatedly realise that Wooyoung is also cumming as he throws his head back in pleasure, his eyes rolling up and his mouth opening in a long, whimpering moan.

You can hardly catch your breath when you feel San rest his chin on your shoulder, his grip tightening around you, whispering in your ear.

"One more gongjunim; give me one more orgasm and then I'll caress you."

"Ah, San." The searing sensation of his fingers roughly pinching your clit through the wet material of your thong causes you to cry out hoarsely in agony. The sound of your wet, sensitive cunt splashing was clear and vivid; the sensation was brutal, but so indescribable you were ready to faint from pleasure.

He's going to tear you apart.

"Cum for me, Chagia. I know you can do it. Sperm for us; make Youngie and me proud of you".

Your eyes rolled back in your head and you swore that your cunt was on fire, your whole body shuddering in electrifying spasms of pleasure that made your toes curl up and your thighs shake. San's hand was still firmly around your throat, holding your head upright as you had your orgasm.

It had shattered you so badly that the fall seemed dramatic, and you went completely limp as the orgasm dissipated, turning you into an inconsolable, whimpering, disorderly mass.

They had blown your brains out.

"There you are, Gongjunim, I got you. You did so well." San muttered, but your mind was too tired to admit it. Amused at how angry and lost you looked, you saw stars as Wooyoung's hand tilted your head to the side in a teasing way to look at your confused face.

"You're no longer angry with us, are you, Peach?"

San removes his hand from your throat and allows Wooyoung to pull your face up to his own. Gentle fingers caress your cheekbones and soft lips wipe away the tears rolling down your cheeks. At one point, you didn't even realise you were crying. It's such a contrast to his previous behaviour; here he is your usual adored Jung Wooyoung, a little clingy, a little annoying and with an unrealistic maternal instinct. Your best friend.

Fuck. Now it is time for you to start crying for the real time. You begin to sob, pushing Wooyoung away from you in a desperate attempt to get out of his arms. You can feel the wetness underneath you and it makes you feel worse and worse. You need to get out of here now. Your behaviour frightens them to death and San's hands are on your body again, squeezing your shoulders gently.

"Stop, stop for a second, Y/N. It's all right, Chagia. We have you."

You freeze at the sound of your name, like a deer caught in the headlights.

In anticipation of his next move, your whole body tenses like a string. Wooyoung's fingers intertwine with yours. It's a familiar gesture, so familiar to you, so ordinary, so perfected over the years of your friendship. San lets you go when he realises you're not going anywhere, and his face comes to rest next to Wooyoung's as you look at him.

He's handsome, too, to the point of madness, and trembles at the knees. His cheeks are flushed. There's still a lingering gleam of lust and excitement in his eyes, but with a touch of strange emotion. His plush lips are soft and swollen from all the kissing, and his body glistens with sweat. And the reason he looks like that is because of you. You look at Wooyoung and see that he looks exactly the same, but the emotion in his eyes is more obvious than ever.

You want to crawl off his lap and cower in shame in the corner of the room so you don't have to look at all that tenderness and loveliness in his foxy eyes. You can handle his cheeky, flirtatious backside with ease, but this kind of Wooyoung is new territory for you.

"We… shit. This shouldn't have happened. This is the first rational thought to come out of your mouth all day. And you should have said it a lot sooner, before your two best friends made you cum twice with a squirting orgasm.

"Chagia, I think there's something we need to talk about, but first let's get you back to your normal self."

You don't argue; just nod and realize that San is absolutely right. You look like a complete mess, covered in saliva and lubricant. You can feel Wooyoung's cum seeping through the fabric of his pajama bottoms and drying on the inside of your thigh.

You look fucked.

"Yes, I think we have a lot to talk about."

It sounds terribly stupid, but what else can you say? Can we forget it? Or can we fuck again?

All your years of sexual longing for them have turned into a resounding slap in your face.

"Go take a bath, Peach, and we'll talk. San and I will take care of the rest."

For some reason, this sentence gave you a vague feeling of déjà vu. But you pushed the thought out of your head as quickly as it had come.

"Okay."

You finally slide off Wooyoung's lap, ignoring their stares at your almost naked body, there's no point in covering up or acting like a shy maiden, San's fingertips were rubbing your pussy just five minutes ago, bringing you to some kind of crazy orgasm, and the entire lower half of Woo's body is drenched in your secretions. If you've ever wanted to imagine how your friendship would turn out, this is it.

You trudge to the bathroom on your tired legs, pulling off your disgustingly wet thong on the way and throwing it on the floor. You turn on the light, turn on the tap and the whole room is immediately filled with the warm steam of hot water. Outside the door you can hear the muffled voices of the boys, who seem to be having some sort of heated argument, judging by San's irritated moaning and Wooyoung's loud whining.

You don't want to go into details; you still have time to destroy yourself. Your eyes catch sight of your reflection in the mirror. Tomorrow has come much earlier for you, if the fucked-up look on your face is any indication. Dishevelled hair, hickey marks, bruises and swollen lips from biting. What a beautiful morning after graduation!

"Wooyoung, you should have waited for me." San's voice is much louder now.

"As if I'm the only one who fucked her. Don't try to tell me it's all my fault."

You still don't want to join the conversation.

A pink, glistening puddle of something that smells like candy spreads across the bathtub. Thanks to Mingi, you have a whole collection of these colourful bombs. He's always had a soft spot for all things cute and charming, and he's taken every opportunity to spoil you to death with them.

With a tired sigh, you take another look at yourself in the mirror. So, Peach, are you ready for the consequences?

Turning away from your reflection, you lock the door with a click.

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No one's ever had me not like you

✨ give me a scenario + character for headcannons!

First off happy birthday!

Can I have Evan Buckley with a daughter of Bobby reader? (Totally not projecting my 911 DR right now)

Like relationship headcanons and date ideas and all the fluff please and thank you!

Because sometimes squishy is a 30+ man

Take care of yourself!

what if he's written 'mine' on my upper thigh, only in my mind?

evan buckley x nash!reader headcannons part one!

• I firmly believe that the two of you would be a grumpy x sunshine kind of trope. A slow motherfucking burn kind of romance, if I do say so myself.

• The day he arrived at the 118, he immediately tried flirting with you. “Hey, miss?”

• The look on his face when you told him your name was priceless!

• Buck definitely tried to get on your good side the minute he found out you were the captain's daughter.

• Bobby was a bit skeptical of letting you dive into intense...fires, you know? because of the fear of losing you—his only surviving family—was bugging him. you didn't know what you were thinking, but you said: “Don't worry dad, Buckley's here to protect me, if I ever—God forbid—need it.”

• Which, Evan Buckley unfortunately heard, of course. “Protect you, huh?” Buck teased, grinning at you so annoyingly smug. “Didn't know you thought of me so highly, miss Nash.”

• From that day on, Evan motherfucking Buckley made it his personal mission to annoy the hell out of you. Why? Because he thinks you look cute when you're mad.

• The two of you argue over the smallest things, it actually drives Hen and Chim crazy because the two of you ask them who's right and wrong.

• Speaking of Chim and Hen, they are 100% done with both of you. You two haven't even been at the 118 for a year but it sure feels like it with all of the bickering. You would always rant to Hen about Buck's annoying antics “That...that fucking grin of his- Ugh! I swear to God, Hen, one day I'm just gonna snap and pretty sure I'm gonna murder him, and you are helping me dispose of his dumb ass.” and Hen just chokes on her coffee, looking at you with wide, terrified eyes. “Sorry, what?”

• Meanwhile, Buck is yapping to Chim about your cute annoyed little pout. the poor guy has heard buck ramble on and on

• Your dad has had to pull you away from evan multiple times per shift, seems like you inherited his temper.

“Is she always like that, Cap?” Buck asks with an amused chuckle as he watches you stomp away with your arms folded over your chest like a child throwing a tantrum. Bobby sighs, giving him a stern look—more like an exasperated one, Buck couldn't really tell.

“I'm afraid she's got fire,” Bobby placed a hand over Buck's shoulder, causing him to tense slightly. “Think you can handle more?”

Buck stared at Bobby, like he'd grown another head or two. “M-more? what do you mean, more?”

Bobby raised a brow. “I thought I heard you tell my little girl you'd protect her?”

• After that little moment with your dad, Buck literally started protecting you. A fire? He’s pushing you away with a big ass smug grin on his face. “I got this,” God, that annoying grin of his was getting on your nerves so badly, you almost hit him with the line hose once.

• The arguments went on and on, of course. Buck would often tease you about being, well, a damsel he loves saving. And you’d always clap back that he’s an annoying peasant that should bow down to you, because you’re no damsel, but a queen.

• Cat and dog, the nickname the whole 118—including your father, unfortunately—gave you and Buck, much to your complete, absolute, annoyance.

• You’ve always viewed Evan Buckley as this manwhore, annoying, little shit starter, but when he fails to save a person in a roller coaster accident, your views change drastically.

• He has a heart, and you saw first hand how everything affected him. Which honestly gave you flashbacks when…your mother and siblings died and you couldn’t do anything.

• You helped Buck with the guilt he felt, and it somehow made him feel better. It was also the very first time he saw you smile at him, easing his worries even for just a split second.

• Sometime later, you and your father didn’t show up for work. Buck was worried—terrified, almost—because all of his texts and calls were left unanswered. You always answered texts, even before when he was still the annoying douchebag, you answered. Turns out, your father was relapsing with his alcoholism, and you were reliving the past trauma.

• You were a mess when Buck and Hen arrived at yours and your dad’s place. You had been trying to get your dad to come out of his room, but all of your efforts were in vain. It was like you forgot that you were a trained firefighter, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything aside from calling your dad’s name from outside his bedroom door the way you did after the loss you and your father faced.

• As soon as the apartment door opened, Buck immediately came running towards you, not even letting Hen get to you first to check you out for any injuries or whatever. Evan Buckley just wrapped his arms around you, and you broke down crying like a little girl, holding onto him for dear life.

• After Hen got your father sane, you and Bobby recalled the day of the accident, which honestly gave Buck a better insight of you. From that day on, somehow, you and Buck became friends.

• Do not get me started on Abby Clark.

• You hated her, but you wouldn’t admit it (Hen definitely noticed how your face would contort into a look of disgust whenever she was mentioned.)

• And Buck just HAD to date her, aka creepy old lady.

• The look on your face was absolutely priceless when Buck invited her to Chim’s welcome back party. Let’s just say the poor cake you had didn’t deserve the stabbing.

• And him going on a DATE with her???? That Chim and your father took holiday duty for?????

• Technically, it wasn’t Abby’s fault that Buck choked on a piece of bread (you were mad and worried, but you still laughed a little-) but you still blamed her (you are not a girl’s girl when jealous- is that what it was?, that’s for sure.)

• As Buck, well, pushes through with his new relationship, you grew a bit distant with him, which confused the fuck out him because he thought you were friends. You had to assure him that yes, you were friends, but you also had a life of your own. Funny, because you just sulk in your home every day because of, well, you know.

• You tried meeting other people. It was weird, to say the least. When Buck found out, he almost choked on his water (see what I did there?). At least your dad is on the road to finding happiness again.

• Okay, so let’s do a quick uno reverse.

• Eddie Diaz, the new guy, who caught Buck’s attention. Why? Because he was a bit too chummy with you for his liking.

• And there you two go again, arguing like petty middle schoolers.

• You were siding with Eddie with everything, with infuriated Buck so bad he wanted to bang his head on the gym equipment.

• Because what the fuck did you mean when you told Eddie he should join the freaking sexy firefighter calendar????? Was he not sexy enough for you????? Bro was having a midlife crisis at this point.

• Buck constantly judged everything Eddie did, and it was getting on your nerves, to the point of-

• Okay so, long story short, Buck and Eddie become friends after you snapped at them during an argument. The way you shut Buck up completely was honestly amazing, because he literally said “Yes, ma’am.”

• And then you and Buck finally meet your new godson, Christopher! Buck was a sweetheart, honestly, you loved seeing him interact with him.

• Everything was fine, until this reporter came in.

• God, you hated those cameras. You wanted to punch them and her for constantly being in your space.

• On the bright side though, you now have a new mom: Athena! And a new friend, aka Maddie Buckley, Buck’s big sister! You love hearing stories about Buck from her, and you consider her as your new favorite person.

• Speaking of Maddie, when her deranged ex-husband kidnaps her, you helped Buck find her, despite your dad and new mom’s protests.

• When the 118 was targeted by this bomber (you wanted to strangle the kid with your bare hands) you were absolutely torn. Buck’s legs were crushed by the fire engine caused by the explosion, to add salt to the injury: you and your dad were the MAIN targets.

• Even though Buck was in immense pain, all he could think about was you, only you.

Buck screamed in pain, his legs trapped under what felt like tons and tons of weight, but when he saw you, crawling towards him, somehow everything in his body felt fine. You were now his main concern.

“Y/n- ah!” Buck screamed out in pain, struggling to reach his hand out towards you. “A-are you- ah! Okay?”

“Buck!” You cried, taking his hand in yours, desperately trying to push the damned heavy truck off of his legs. “Someone help! His legs are getting crush, for fucks sake! Help me get this thing off of him! Someone!”

• THE WAY YOU FUCKING CURSED THE LITTLE FUCKER WHO CAUSED THE EXPLOSION-

“Let my friends go, you stupid dumb fuck! It’s me you want, right? To get revenge on my dad? Let them go! They didn’t do shit, you stupid brainless son of a bitch! Let them go! I swear to all the deities out there, I personally escort you to hell! I will drag your corpse straight to motherfucking satan if you don’t let my friends go right this goddamn instant!”

• Way to get someone’s attention though, because of that your dad got the upperhand (Bobby was surprised by your vocabulary, though).

• You held Buck’s hand while the people around you helped to get the truck off of his legs. You tried your best to soothe his pain, despite your own broken arm (Who cares about your arm? Hell, you don’t even care about yourself, the only thing that mattered to you then was Evan Buckley).

• You were there by his side when he got to the hospital, and refused to leave. Athena and Bobby had to talk to the hospital staff to let you stay, because there is no way in hell you were leaving him.

• You comforted Buck when he was told that his injury was severe, and that he might need to consider another career. You glared at the doctor, whilst holding Buck’s hand tightly in yours.

• Five months after the accident, when Buck was finally cleared (oh, so you all thought-) you were absolutely happy and your mom and dad could see that. Pretty sure from that point onwards they knew you had feelings for Buck because when he coughed up blood, you were the first one to respond and do shit.

• After finding out he is no longer cleared to go back to work, Buck quits the LAFD and starts spiraling. You ask Eddie if he could bring Christopher over, to cheer him up—which helps, thank God. You and Buck bring Chris to Santa Monica, for a bit of well-deserved relaxation, almost looking like a little family (Buck may or may not have thought about that-).

• You and Buck almost had a moment, standing so close to each other, barely and inch separating both of your faces, AND A FUCKING TSUNAMI RUINS THE GODDAMN MOMENT.

• Even after being injured only months prior to the tsunami, Buck put yours and Chris’ safety first. Jesus, the man could RUN with you and Chris in his arms.

• The three of you managed to hold onto each other for a while, with you practically refusing to let go of Chris—maybe it's the trauma of losing your younger siblings, or something else—like he was your lifeline in all of this shit that was happening around. Same goes with Buck, but it’s mainly you who’s anchoring him down. The way the both of you almost lost your minds when Chris got separated from you was honestly crazy, Buck had to hold you by the waist so that you wouldn’t swim through the running waters in search of your kid, even though he wanted to do the absolute same. The breath the two of you breathed out when you saw Christopher safe and sound, looking for his ‘Buck and Y/n’, oh, you almost cried on the spot if you weren’t so dehydrated from helping throughout the stupid tsunami. Eddie couldn’t thank the two of you enough for putting his son first in a calamity. At this point he owes you and Buck his life.

• When Buck decided to sue the department and city for wrongful termination, it caused a rift not only between the two of you, but with the whole team. You were mad at him, because was it wrong to think about his safety first? It was actually you who suggested it to your father, in hopes of helping Buck get the medical help he needed first before finally getting back into the workforce, but he took it the wrong way when you and your family tried explaining it over dinner.

• You and Eddie decide to ignore him, even though it pained the both of you because Buck was your best friend, the only person you and Eddie trust in this world to have your backs and everything. Now, the two of you had to rely on each other now.

• When the team encounters Buck at a supermarket, you snap at him. Giving him a dose of reality he needed to hear. No one could stop you, even your own father could as you lashed out on this man, who you only wanted the best for. This little interaction leads to his reinstatement to the team (Partially, as everyone is still mad at him, until Eddie, Hen, and Chim finally forgave him). Yet, you still avoided him at all costs because of how much he hurt your feelings with all the shit he pulled. You still went with your dad though after finding out that Buck was in the emergency room (still acting mad, but in reality you almost had a heart attack when you found out.) You quickly left when he said he was fine, much to the confusion of your father, since you were so adamant on coming with your dad to see if Buck was alright.

• Okay, so after that little stint in the emergency room, Buck is now a regular in your life again, as he is now a full member of the 118 again without any restrictions whatsoever. Which made it harder to avoid him, since you still felt a bit, well, heartbroken. Honestly, you were so confused with your own feelings, you thought it was better to stay the fuck away or else you would have punched him in the face the minute he initiates small talk or whatever. Buck tried everything to get you to talk to him, or at least yell at him or something since it was his and your thing, where he’d annoy you and you’d snap at him for being a little shit who won’t take no for an answer. Hell, he even got Eddie, Chim, and Hen on board (begrudgingly, might I add, as they do not want to invoke your anger, really.) with his plan. Like, them purposely taking seats close together and leaving seats opposite of each other or side by side for you and Buck to take with no other choice. It was torture for Buck more than it was for you, because he missed you.

• Eddie, Hen, Chim, and Maddie are absolutely tired of hearing Buck talk about you. Like, if they hear one more word from him, they’re either banging their head against a nearby surface or taking an ungodly amount of alcohol or coffee to be able to cope with this whining from Buck. At least they aren’t hearing from you. You practically detached yourself from them (they’re honestly worried, especially Eddie, Hen, and Chim), you weren’t sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing, but it was working in terms of being left alone.

Okay, let’s get to Christmas!

• After learning that Christopher isn’t happy about spending Christmas without his favorite people—his father, his Y/n, and his Buck—you feel a bit guilty, I mean, all three of you are. You’ve just been so…busy? With your father’s health being on the line caused by hazardous radioactive material, you were just so stressed. You’ve already lost one parent, and you were not going to lose another. Athena was your rock during all of it, and she was the only person you’d talk to about your mind and heart messed up by someone named Evan Buckley. To relieve everyone’s worry, Athena and Buck managed to throw a Christmas party at the station for everyone. You loved the party, getting to spend time with your family was the best thing you could ever ask for. You felt a bit like yourself again, but there was still this longing ache inside of you that you couldn’t shake. God, it was annoying. Because deep inside, you knew this longing was something else. Who knew stolen glances between the two of you would feel like this?

• In the middle of everyone mingling at the party, Buck managed to pull you aside (downstairs, but yeah), and surprisingly, you didn’t pull back. It was as if his touch was your vice and you couldn’t get enough.

“Uh, hi?” Buck awkwardly smiled at you, scratching the back of his neck as if he was in high school trying to ask a girl out for the very first time, though, you highly doubt that he was like that during his years as a high school student with the personality he had. “Are…are you enjoying the party, so far?”

God, is this what the two of you have reduced to? Cringe worthy small talk? Jesus Christ, what the fuck?

You gave him a little smile, pulling your hair to the side, trying to hide the growing awkwardness—more like something else—that you felt deep in your bones. “Yeah, it’s…fun, really. I’m glad you and Athena thought of this, it’s quite thoughtful of you to think about everyone.”

A nervous chuckle leaves his throat, his eyes meeting yours after all of those secret glances in the middle of the crowded party. “I’m glad you liked it.”

The two of you stood there, face to face, your heart beating uncontrollably inside your chest like a machine gone haywire. Sweet baby Jesus, how on earth does Evan Buckley’s presence make you feel…stuff like this?

And then, Buck took a step forward, standing a few inches away from you. He was so close, but you still felt so far from him. Without thinking, you took a step forward, meeting him halfway, with only a few centimeters separating the both of you, his breath hot on your cheek as the two of you locked eyes like those romance movie posters. God, why is he so tall? You were already on your toes just looking at him.

“Hi,”

“Hey,” Buck laughed, finally closing in the distance between your bodies, your lips almost touching, sending a shiver down your spine as you placed your palms onto his chest, feeling his heart beating the same way yours did. He then wrapped a strong arm around your waist, and then he kissed you.

And you kissed back.

God, is this what love feels like? A warm, fuzzy feeling spread all over as your body kissed the living daylights out of you, devouring you like it was the last day on earth and he wanted to make it last at least until everything faded into the cosmos or whatever. A moan escaped your throat as Evan picked you up in his arms, like one of the kisses in those cheesy romantic comedy movies. Somehow, everything about this felt absolutely right. Everything made complete sense now, Evan Buckley was your true north.

You could have stayed like this forever, wrapped in his arms as the two of you hungrily made out like two lovers separated by war, but all fantasies have their limits. Maddie and Chim spotted the two of you, and well, it left you and Buck, rather breathless.

Evan Buckley tasted like heaven and hell, intertwined in a perfect storm of love and admiration that made you craving for more. Fuck, how the hell does he manage to make you feel like this?

If it wasn’t for Maddie and Chim standing there, you would have gone for seconds, thirds, maybe even fourths, fifths, and so on. You were in too deep with him now, but Evan Buckley was already far deep down that hole—having realized that he’s been in love with you for the longest time.

After that breathtaking kiss, you and Buck quickly ran upstairs, cheeks flushed and lips swollen. Anyone with functioning eyes could easily decipher what just happened, the smudged lipstick was already a dead giveaway.

“Looks like someone finally got the courage to ask the girl out!” Hen grinned, placing her plate down onto the table. “I won, pay up everybody!”

“What?” You asked, your eyes wide with disbelief. “You bet on us!?”

“Who wouldn’t?” Chim answered, taking out ten dollars out of wallet. “I’m not even mad at losing the bet. Hell, I’m absolutely over the goddamn moon for the both of you! It’s about fucking time you two got together!”

You stared at him, your cheeks tinted pink, either from the kiss of your life, or the embarrassment you felt. “God, are we that predictable?”

“Yes, you are.” Your father laughed, walking towards you, Athena following suit. “We’ve known for quite a while, darling.”

“Dad!” You looked at your father, horrified. “You knew? You actually knew, knew?”

“Oh, baby,” Athena placed a hand on your shoulder, motherly as always. “Your father knew the minute you complained about Buck.”

“You complain about me, huh?” Evan gave you a teasing grin, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “How mean of you, miss Nash, you wound me!”

You glared at him. “Shut up, Buckley.”

“Make me, Nash.”

“How cute!” Maddie gushed, loving the way her baby brother looked at you like you were the only person in this crowded area. “Buck’s finally happy, I’ve never seen him this happy.”

“He’s finally found his match,” Chim chuckled, watching you and Buck argue like children, which was almost endearing to see. “I’m just glad that I won’t be hearing Buck whining again.”

“Hey! I do not whine!”

“Yeah, you do.” Eddie said, patting Buck on the back. “You’ve been whining about Y/n not-”

“Shut up,” Buck grumbled, rolling his eyes playfully. “We get it. I was a whiny baby because of my beautiful, amazing, girl who never fails to make me crazy with her.”

• And just like that, you and Buck are finally an official couple with Bobby and Athena’s blessing (Bobby gave Buck the protective father talk, let’s just say Evan Buckley would be an idiot if he hurt you in any way possible, he'd personally beat himself up if he ever did so.)

• Evan Buckley is a simp, I say this lovingly. Like: “Look at my beautiful girl!”, “Hey, you see that? That’s my woman over there!”, “Isn’t she just amazing?”, “I love her so much, it hurts!” Eddie, Chim, and Hen have escaped whiny Buck, but now they have to deal with an in love Evan Buckley.

• He keeps a photo of you practically everywhere. In his wallet, locker, phone, the bac of his phone, his name plate thingy where the gear are, EVERY FUCKING WHERE.

• Pet names!! This man loves to call you a bunch of tooth rotting pet names like sweetheart, bunny, my love, lover, baby girl, princess, sweet pea, darling, my beautiful angel, honey, angel baby, love of my life, queen of my heart, the flame in my heart and a shit ton more. Buck definitely beat the record for cheesy pet names.

• Buck loves seeing you in action on the field, like “That’s my girlfriend, you suckers!” kind of vibe. But he does step in when the situation gets dangerous for you.

• Dates. DATES. Dates!!! Evan takes you on a date every day off from work. Honestly, he specifically asked Bobby to give him the same days off as you so the two of you could spend time with each other and have fun (but not too much fun - protective father Bobby Nash).

• Your favorite activity to do with Evan is definitely cooking!

• Okay so, remember Jeffrey Hudson? Yeah, him. Buck is absolutely terrified that you’d be his next victim. After everything that happened with Athena, he fears that as an act of revenge towards your step mother, he’d kidnap you and….let’s just say Evan never had peace of mind after that.

• Because of said fear, Evan asked you to move in with him, with Bobby’s blessing, of course. And you said yes! Living with Buck felt so natural, the domestic kind of life felt nice. I mean, the two of you weren’t only just playing house, but it’s kinda like a preparation for what’s to come.

• Remember Abby? Well, Buck doesn’t care about her anymore. In fact, during the rescue, he told her “My wife and I are going to do everything to rescue your fiancé.” Him calling you his wife???? MADE YOU MELT!

“Wife, huh?” You grinned, fixing your harness for the rescue operations. “I’m flattered, Buckley. But where’s my ring?”

“I-uh, you know I just said that-”

“I know, baby.” You kissed him on the cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you more, my future wife.” Buck smiled, kissing your forehead.

“That’s more like it.” You giggled, tugging on your straps to make sure they’re safe and secure. “Come back to me, alright?”

Buck nodded, placing another kiss on your temple. “Always. You stay safe, okay? I love you.”

“I love you too, Evan!”

“I love you too, Y/n!”

• When Maddie announces that she and Chim are expecting a baby, you and Buck were so excited! Auntie Y/n and Uncle Buck for the absolute win!

• When Buck and Maddie’s parents came to visit, you stood by your boyfriend, holding his hand because you knew everything about his childhood and that he was seeing a therapist for it. And when the secret about their older brother was revealed, you were Evan’s rock—the only person he knows that would never lie to him.

#evan buckley #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley x you #evan buckley x y/n #evan buckley headcanons #evan buckley 911 #evan buckley imagine #ellie's 22nd birthday!! 🥳

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starskq · 3 months ago

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REACTION TO XIKERS CALLING YOU CUTE / hyung line

pairing: bf!xikers x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: reader is a year older in minjae's and jinsik's, kissing in all of them, i think that's it?

a/n: this was so cute omg i loved writing it, part2 is coming!

KIM MINJAE

Laughter and the sound of children’s excitement filled the air as you walked hand-in-hand with Minjae, your boyfriend of a few months. The two of you had decided to spend the day at the amusement park, enjoying the thrill of roller coasters and the sweet treats sold at every corner.

You had worn black jeans, a leather jacket, and combat boots carefully for the day. You wanted to project a fierce image. The truth was, though, that you were naturally cute. Your big, expressive eyes, soft features, and how you tended to get excited about small things made it hard for people to take your “tough girl” act seriously.

Minjae, walking beside you, was a year younger, but there were moments when he felt like the older one. He found your attempt to be fierce endearing, especially because your true nature always came through, no matter how hard you tried to hide it. And honestly, he loved it. But you hated being called cute, and Minjae knew this—though that didn’t stop him from teasing you about it.

The two of you approached the entrance to a towering roller coaster that twisted and turned in all directions. Your eyes widened slightly as you looked up at it, a small part of you feeling nervous despite your best efforts to appear cool.

Minjae noticed, of course. He always noticed. “Nervous?” he asked, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

You shook your head. “No way. I love this stuff,” you said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

Minjae chuckled, a sound that made your heart skip a beat. “You’re so cute when you’re trying to act tough.”

Your reaction was immediate. You stopped in your tracks and turned to face him, a small pout forming on your lips. “Stop calling me cute,” you demanded, your voice filled with mock irritation.

Minjae’s eyes sparkled with amusement as he looked at you. “But you are cute. Look at you, pouting like that. How can I not call you cute?”

You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to glare at him but failing miserably. “I’m not cute. I’m fierce.”

“Oh, really?” he said, leaning in closer. His tone was teasing, and you could see he was having too much fun with this. “Prove it, then. Let’s see how ‘fierce’ you are on this ride.”

“I will!” you shot back, but your voice faltered slightly as you glanced back up at the roller coaster. It was much taller than you’d remembered.

Minjae chuckled again, and before you could protest further, he took your hand and led you towards the entrance. “Come on, let’s go, baby.”

You tried to keep your cool as you got strapped into the roller coaster, but the nerves were starting to creep in. The ride started with a slow ascent, the click-clack of the chain pulling the cars up the steep track echoing in your ears. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you looked over at Minjae. He was watching you with that same amused expression.

“You’re gonna scream, aren’t you?” he asked, clearly enjoying this way too much.

“No,” you insisted, though you weren’t so sure anymore. “I’m not.”

The coaster reached the top, and for a brief moment, everything was still. The park spread out below, people tiny like ants. Then, with a sudden rush, the ride plummeted downward. Your breath caught in your throat, and before you knew it, you were screaming—loudly. The coaster twisted and turned, throwing you from side to side, your hands gripping the safety bar with all your might.

When the ride finally slowed and came to a stop, you were breathless. Your hair was a mess, and you could feel your cheeks burning. You looked over at Minjae, who was grinning from ear to ear.

“You screamed,” he pointed out, still holding your hand as you both exited the ride.

“Shut up,” you muttered, embarrassed. “That ride was intense.”

Minjae just laughed, pulling you close as you walked away from the roller coaster. “You know, you’re even cuter when you’re flustered.”

You glared up at him, your cheeks still warm. “I told you to stop calling me cute.”

“Then stop being cute,” he replied easily, his voice full of affection.

“I’m not cute!” you insisted, stomping your foot slightly—a move that only made Minjae laugh harder.

“You keep telling yourself that,” he said, leaning down so his face was just inches from yours. “But no matter what you say, I think you’re adorable. And I’m not going to stop saying it.”

You opened your mouth to protest again, but before you could, Minjae closed the gap between you, pressing his lips to yours in a soft, lingering kiss. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you kissed him back, momentarily forgetting all about your earlier annoyance. When he pulled back, his eyes were twinkling with that familiar mischief.

“You can be fierce and cute, you know,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

You couldn’t help but smile, despite yourself. “Maybe,” you admitted, feeling your resolve weaken in the warmth of his gaze.

Minjae grinned, kissing you on the forehead this time. “That’s my girl.”

PARK JUNMIN

The cafe was cozy, with warm lighting and the gentle chatter of other customers providing a comforting background. You sat across from Junmin, your boyfriend of nearly six months, recounting an amusing story from earlier that day.

You had dressed in light pastel colors, a soft lavender blouse paired with a cream skirt that swished just above your knees. A delicate bow sat perched in your hair, holding back a few stray strands that would otherwise fall into your eyes. The outfit was simple yet cute, though you preferred not to think of it that way. You hated being called cute—something Junmin knew all too well—but it was hard to deny that the look suited you perfectly.

Junmin sat with his chin propped on his hand, his gaze fixed on you. He was trying to listen, really, but the way the sunlight filtered through the window and caught the soft colors of your outfit, the way your eyes sparkled as you animatedly told your story—it was all too much. His thoughts began to drift, and he found himself more focused on the way your lips moved, the slight tilt of your head, and the way you absentmindedly played with the ends of your hair as you spoke.

“And then, I realized I had walked into the wrong room! It was so embarrassing, but everyone just laughed it off…” you were saying. But Junmin wasn’t hearing a word. His mind was entirely occupied with how adorable you looked, with that bow in your hair and the way you were dressed so sweetly. Before he could stop himself, the thought slipped out.

“You’re so cute,” he said, almost dreamily.

You paused mid-sentence, blinking in surprise. “What?”

Junmin snapped out of his trance, realizing what he had just said. But it was too late to take it back. “Uh, I mean, you look really cute today,” he clarified, though he knew it wasn’t going to help.

You frowned, a familiar mix of frustration and embarrassment rising in your chest. “Junmin, I told you, I don’t like being called cute.”

He held up his hands in mock surrender, trying to suppress a smile. “I know, I know. But you really are cute, especially with that bow in your hair. It’s impossible not to think so.”

You pouted slightly, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m not cute. I’m just…me.”

“That’s what makes you cute,” Junmin said with a soft chuckle, leaning forward. “The way you get all flustered when I call you cute, the way you dress, the way you smile—it’s all adorable.”

You tried to maintain your frown, but it was difficult with the way he was looking at you. His eyes were so warm and full of affection that it made your heart melt just a little. You opened your mouth to argue, to insist that you weren’t cute, but the words got caught in your throat. Instead, you felt your cheeks heat up, and you quickly looked down at your coffee cup, stirring it absently.

Junmin watched you, completely enamored by your reaction. “You can deny it all you want,” he said softly, reaching across the table to take your hand in his. “But you’re cute, and I love every bit of it.”

You glanced up at him through your lashes, the corners of your lips twitching as you tried not to smile. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“And you’re irresistible,” he replied with a grin, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. “So, are you going to keep arguing, or are you going to admit that you’re cute?”

You shook your head, a small laugh escaping despite yourself. “I’m not going to admit it because it’s not true.”

Junmin leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You might not think so, but every time you pout like that, I just want to kiss you.”

Your breath hitched slightly at his words, and before you could respond, he closed the distance between you, pressing his lips to yours in a soft, lingering kiss. The world around you seemed to fade away, the warmth of his touch and the sweetness of the kiss making your heart flutter.

When he pulled back, Junmin looked at you with that same adoring expression, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles, as a content smile spread on his face. “See? Adorable,” he murmured.

You rolled your eyes playfully, but the smile on your face was undeniable now. “Fine, maybe just a little bit,” you admitted, though your tone was teasing.

Junmin laughed softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I’ll take that as a win.”

CHOI SUMIN

You and Sumin had planned to study together, a quiet, productive evening to prepare for the upcoming exams. Textbooks and notebooks were spread out on his desk, but the focus had already shifted from the study materials to something else entirely.

You were sitting cross-legged on his bed, trying to concentrate on the notes in front of you. You had chosen your outfit carefully—a fitted top and jeans that you hoped would give you a more mature vibe. But no matter what you wore, your natural cuteness always seemed to shine through. Your big, expressive eyes, soft features, and the way you couldn’t help but act a little shy around Sumin all contributed to the aura of sweetness that surrounded you.

And Sumin noticed. He always noticed. You’d been dating for a few months now, and while he admired your efforts to appear more grown-up, he found your natural state absolutely irresistible. The way you pouted when something confused you, the way your cheeks flushed when you got flustered—it drove him crazy. He loved to tease you about it, even if he knew it embarrassed you.

Today was no different. As you sat there, nibbling on the end of your pencil and trying to focus on your notes, Sumin couldn’t take his eyes off you. You had tied your hair back in a loose ponytail, but a few strands had escaped, framing your face in a way that made you look even more adorable. He leaned back in his chair, his textbook forgotten, and just watched you, a soft smile playing on his lips.

You were so engrossed in your studying that you didn’t notice his gaze at first. But when you finally looked up, you caught him staring. “What?” you asked, blinking in confusion.

Sumin grinned, shaking his head slightly. “Nothing,” he said, though the mischief in his eyes told you otherwise.

You frowned, feeling a familiar flush creep up your neck. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

“Like what?” he asked, playing innocent.

“Like…” You struggled to find the words. “Like I’m some kind of cute animal or something.”

Sumin chuckled softly, pushing away from his desk and walking over to the bed. He sat down beside you, close enough that you could feel the warmth of his body next to yours. “I can’t help it,” he admitted, reaching out to gently brush a stray hair from your face. “You’re just so cute.”

You groaned, dropping your pencil onto the bedspread. “I’m not cute, Sumin. I'm not trying to.”

He tilted his head, pretending to consider your words. “Hmm, I see what you’re going for,” he said, his tone teasing. “But honestly, I think you’re at your most attractive when you’re just being you. And that happens to be really, really fucking cute.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes even as your heart fluttered at his words. “I hate you.”

As a response, he simply closed the distance between you, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. You tried to hold on to your frustration, but it melted away almost instantly under his gentle touch.

“Susu,” you murmured, your voice a mix of exasperation and affection.

He pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes. “What?” he asked, his tone light but filled with adoration. “I’m just appreciating how lucky I am to have a girlfriend as cute as you.”

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “You’re so whipped,” you accused, though the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth betrayed your attempt to sound stern.

Sumin didn’t even try to deny it. “Totally whipped,” he agreed easily, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. “And I don’t mind one bit.”

You shook your head, but you couldn’t stop the warmth spreading through your chest. Sumin always had this effect on you—he made you feel cherished, adored, even when he was teasing you. Especially when he was teasing you.

Before you could protest further, Sumin gently pushed you back onto the bed, hovering over you with that same mischievous grin. You looked up at him, your heart pounding in your chest, a mix of excitement and anticipation flooding through you.

“Sumin, what are you—” you started, but he cut you off with a kiss, this one soft and sweet against your lips.

He pulled back just enough to speak, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re too adorable for your own good, you know that?”

You opened your mouth to argue, but all that came out was a soft laugh as he began peppering your face with kisses. First your forehead, then your cheeks, your nose, and finally back to your lips.

“Sumin!” you squealed between giggles, trying to squirm away, but he just laughed along with you, his arms caging you in as he continued his assault of kisses.

“I can’t help it,” he said between kisses. “You’re just too cute, and I’m completely whipped for you, baby.”

By the time he finally stopped, you were both breathless, your faces inches apart. You stared up at him, your chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath. The teasing had stopped, replaced by a warm, tender expression in his eyes.

“You know,” you said softly, reaching up to cup his cheek, “as much as I hate being called cute… I don’t mind it so much when it’s you.”

Sumin’s smile softened, and he leaned down to press one last, lingering kiss to your lips. “I’m glad to hear that,” he whispered against your lips. “Because I’m never going to stop thinking it.”

HAM JINSIK

You were curled up on Jinsik's living room couch, reading your book, while Jinsik sat across from you, scrolling through his phone. It was one of those lazy afternoons where neither of you had any pressing plans, so you had decided to spend it together, enjoying each other's company.

Jinsik, your boyfriend of nearly six months, was seated on the opposite end of the couch, his legs stretched out, casually leaning against the armrest. Every now and then, you caught yourself stealing glances at him. He was effortlessly handsome. Sometimes, you had to remind yourself that he was real, that this gorgeous guy was actually your boyfriend.

What you didn’t know was that Jinsik often felt the same way about you. Despite your attempts to appear mature and sophisticated, he found you irresistibly cute. Your big, expressive eyes, the way you unconsciously pouted when you were lost in thought, and the soft, feminine way you carried yourself—it all drove him crazy. And as much as he loved when you tried to play the role of the confident, mature girlfriend, he adored the cute side of you even more.

Today, though, Jinsik was in a particularly playful mood. The last few days had been busy for both of you, and now that you finally had some time alone together, he couldn’t resist the urge to tease you. He had been waiting for the right moment, and as you sighed softly, flipping another page of your book, he decided that moment had arrived.

“Hey,” he called out, his tone light and teasing.

You looked up, raising an eyebrow. “What?”

“You know,” he began, setting his phone down and leaning forward slightly, “you’re really cute when you’re focused like that.”

You rolled your eyes, closing the book and setting it on the coffee table. “Jinsik, we’ve been over this. You’re the cute one in this relationship. You’re younger, remember? So, by default, that makes you the cute one.”

Jinsik grinned, but instead of backing down like he usually did, he decided to push a little further. “Maybe I’m cute,” he agreed, “but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re cute too.”

You shook your head, trying to maintain your composure. “Nope. I’m older, so I’m supposed to be mature and sophisticated, not cute.”

“But you are cute,” he insisted, scooting closer to you on the couch. “Like, ridiculously cute. It’s honestly a little unfair.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, but you refused to give in. “Babe, seriously. You’re not going to win this one. I’m not cute.”

He chuckled, clearly enjoying this more than he should. “Oh, I’m definitely gonna win this one,” he said confidently, reaching out to gently poke your side. “You know, the more you deny it, the cuter you look.”

You tried to bat his hand away, but he was quick, dodging your attempt and poking you again, this time on the other side. “Stop that!” you protested, squirming slightly.

“Admit it,” he said, his grin widening. “Admit that you’re cute.”

“No!” you insisted, though your voice was starting to waver as you tried not to laugh.

Jinsik, now fully committed to his playful teasing, reached over and gently grabbed your wrists, holding them above your head as he leaned in close, his face just inches from yours. “Come on,” he coaxed, his voice dropping to a soft, playful whisper. “Just say it. Just once.”

You stared up at him, your heart pounding in your chest. He was so close, you could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. “You’re being ridiculous,” you said, trying to sound stern, but the proximity was making it hard to focus.

“Maybe,” he admitted with a soft laugh, “but you’re still cute.”

You bit your lip, trying to suppress a smile. He was so persistent, so annoyingly charming, that it was impossible not to feel your resolve slipping. But you were determined not to cave. “You’re not going to make me say it,” you declared, though your voice lacked the conviction you were aiming for.

Jinsik’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned in even closer, his lips now almost brushing against yours. “Are you sure about that?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

Your breath hitched, and for a moment, you couldn’t think of anything to say. All you could focus on was how close he was, how his playful grin made your heart race even faster. He was irresistible, and he knew it. Before you could muster a reply, he tilted his head slightly and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your cheek.

Your resolve crumbled entirely. “Okay, fine!” you finally blurted out, your voice breathless. “Maybe I’m a little cute, but just a little.”

Jinsik’s grin widened in triumph. “I knew it,” he said, releasing your wrists and letting his hands slide down to cup your face gently. “And for the record, you’re a lot cute, not just a little.”

You huffed in mock annoyance, but the smile on your face gave you away. “You’re terrible,” you muttered, though there was no real heat in your words.

“And you’re adorable,” he replied, his voice softening as he leaned in to close the distance between you. “And now that we’ve established that…”

Before you could respond, Jinsik kissed you, his lips capturing yours in a slow, tender kiss that made your heart flutter. His hands slipped from your face to your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. You melted into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck as you kissed him back with equal fervor.

When he finally pulled back, just enough to look into your eyes, he was smiling that same playful, yet affectionate smile that always made your heart skip a beat. “You know,” he murmured, brushing his thumb gently across your cheek, “I love that you’re both cute and mature. It’s one of the many reasons why I’m crazy about you.”

CHOI HYUNWOO

The crisp autumn air was filled with laughter and distant shrieks as you and Hyunwoo walked through the bustling Halloween festival. The event was alive with the energy of costumed people, flickering jack-o'-lanterns, and spooky decorations adorning every corner. The centerpiece of the night was the haunted house—an old, creaky mansion.

You had insisted on going, determined to prove to yourself (and to Hyunwoo) that you could handle it. You wanted to appear fearless, confident, and maybe even a bit daring. But as you stood outside the haunted house, staring up at the looming, ominous structure, you couldn’t deny the nervous flutter in your stomach. Hyunwoo, ever observant, noticed the slight tremble in your hands as your jacket.

Hyunwoo, your boyfriend of several months, was handsome, undeniably so, with an air of arrogance that he wore like a second skin. But despite his teasing and his playful arrogance, you knew he cared for you deeply. Tonight, though, he seemed especially entertained by your attempts to appear brave.

“You’re not scared, are you?” Hyunwoo asked, a teasing smile tugging at his lips as he noticed the way you kept glancing at the entrance of the haunted house.

“Of course not,” you replied quickly, perhaps a bit too quickly. You straightened your back and tried to keep your voice steady. “It’s just a haunted house. How bad can it be?”

Hyunwoo raised an eyebrow, his smile growing. “Really? Because you look a little pale. You sure you’re not going to scream and cling to me at the first jump scare?”

You shot him a glare, trying to ignore the warmth creeping up your cheeks. “I won’t. I’m going to be fine.”

He chuckled, leaning down slightly to meet your eyes. “We’ll see about that,” he said, his tone playful. “But I’m warning you now, if you do get scared and grab onto me, I won’t let you forget it.”

With that, he took your hand—his touch warm and reassuring, despite his teasing words—and led you towards the entrance. The creaky door groaned as it opened, revealing a dark, narrow hallway lined with flickering candles and eerie decorations. You swallowed hard, steeling yourself as you stepped inside, with Hyunwoo right beside you.

The haunted house was immediately unsettling. The sound of distant whispers, the creaking floorboards beneath your feet, and the occasional flicker of shadowy figures darting in and out of view all combined to create an atmosphere of pure tension. You tried to maintain your composure, but every nerve in your body was on high alert.

It didn’t take long for the first scare to happen. A ghostly figure suddenly lunged out from a hidden corner, letting out a bone-chilling wail. Without thinking, you let out a startled yelp and instinctively grabbed onto Hyunwoo’s arm, clinging to him tightly. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and you could feel the adrenaline surging through your veins.

Hyunwoo burst out laughing, clearly amused by your reaction. “Not scared, huh?” he teased, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer. “You’re practically shaking, babe.”

You tried to regain your composure, but the haunted house wasn’t giving you a break. More scares came—creepy dolls, sudden loud noises, and eerie figures that seemed to appear out of nowhere. Each time, you found yourself clinging to Hyunwoo, who seemed to be enjoying this far more than he should.

“Woo, stop laughing,” you hissed after a particularly loud scream escaped your lips. “This isn’t funny!”

“It is,” he replied, his voice dripping with amusement. “This is hilarious. You’re so cute when you’re scared.”

You groaned, trying to push away from him, but he kept you close, his grip firm yet comforting. “I’m not cute,” you insisted, though your voice trembled slightly. “I’m just… I’m just startled, that’s all.”

“Sure, sure,” he said, his tone clearly not convinced. “But I gotta say, this is the best part of the night. I should take you to haunted houses more often.”

You would have retorted, but another scare had you burying your face against his chest, your hands gripping his jacket tightly. Hyunwoo’s laughter softened as he held you closer, rubbing your back gently. “Hey, it’s okay,” he murmured, his voice still tinged with humor but also genuine affection. “I’m here. I won’t let anything actually get you.”

Despite his teasing, his presence was incredibly reassuring, and you found yourself relaxing just a little. “You’re impossible, you know that?” you mumbled into his chest, your voice muffled.

“And you’re adorable,” he replied, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head. “But don’t worry, I won’t hold it against you if you admit it.”

You lifted your head to glare at him, though the effect was somewhat ruined by the way you were still holding onto him. “I’m not admitting anything,” you said stubbornly.

He smirked, clearly pleased with himself. “Fine, be stubborn. But you can’t deny that you’re clinging to me right now.”

You were about to argue, but you realized he was right. Your hands were still gripping his jacket, and you were pressed against him as if he was your only lifeline in the haunted house. Sighing, you reluctantly let go, though you stayed close to him as you made your way through the rest of the house.

By the time you finally exited the haunted house, you were visibly shaken. The cold night air hit you like a welcome relief, and you took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. Hyunwoo, ever the observer, noticed the way your hands were trembling slightly, and his expression softened.

“Hey,” he said gently, turning to face you. “You okay, baby?”

You nodded, though your body was still on edge. “Yeah, just… that was more intense than I expected.”

Hyunwoo’s smug demeanor softened as he reached out, taking both of your hands in his. “You did good,” he said, his voice sincere. “I’m proud of you for making it through. Even if you were scared.”

You pouted slightly, still a little embarrassed by how you had reacted. “You’re going to tease me about this forever, aren’t you?”

He chuckled, nodding. “Oh, definitely. But not because you were scared—because you were so cute trying to be brave.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he cut you off with a soft kiss, his lips warm and reassuring against yours. The kiss was slow and sweet, a stark contrast to the adrenaline-filled moments you’d just experienced. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his eyes sparkling with that familiar, playful light.

“You know I love you, right?” he whispered, his voice soft and affectionate.

You smiled, finally letting go of your stubbornness. “Yeah, I know,” you replied, leaning into him. “I love you too, even if you’re a smug, arrogant tease.”

He grinned, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a tight hug. “Can’t help it,” he murmured into your hair. “Especially when you’re so irresistible.”

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mysteryshoptls · 1 year ago

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SSR Kalim Al-Asim - Playful Dress Vignette

"Spending time waiting in lines"

[Playful Land – Bazaar]

Grim: Ace already went to line up for the roller coaster again…

Grim: He rode it before the show too, how many times is he plannin' on goin' on it?

Grim: I'm gonna check out all the other attractions. What should be next, hmm～

Grim: Hm? Sniff, sniff, something smells reaaaaal good over there. Let's go, [Yuu]!

Grim: This is where the tasty smell is coming from! But what is everyone lining up for? I can't see the front of the line at all.

???: Oh hey, it's [Yuu] and Grim.

Kalim: Did you come 'cause you smelled the popcorn? Me too, ahahah!

Cater: The flavor they're giving out at this stand is salted caramel, apparently. I guess that's a different flavor than regular caramel ♪

Grim: That's different than the one [Yuu] and I had earlier. I wanna try the salted caramel one!

Kalim: Yeah, let's get in line together. We'll get to the front of the line in no time if we chat together.

Kalim: Oh yeah, also, I went and tried the food that [Yuu] and Ace suggested earlier!

Kalim: Cater showed me where all the food wagons were.

Kalim: Leona and Jack were just passing us by around the same time, so I invited them to join us and we all ate pie and chicken.

1. What was the pie like?

Kalim: I was surprised 'cause they gave us a whole pie! I didn't know how I should dig in. Kalim: And that was the first time I ever had a cherry pie that tart. That was a refreshing experience.

2. How was the chicken?

Kalim: It was delicious! The meat was a little tough, though. Kalim: Leona and Jack were just tearing into the meat～ It was pretty intense watching from up close.

Guest A: Oh hey, it's the popcorn wagon! I'm starting to get a little hungry, so let's grab some.

Guest B: It looks tasty, but… There's a really long line. I don't really want to wait, so why don't we just skip it?

Kalim: Looks like those guys want popcorn too. It sucks that they're going to give up just because the line is long…

Kalim: HEEEEY, YOU TWO～～～!!

Guest A: Hm? Are you talking to us?

Kalim: Yeah! You guys want popcorn, right? You can jump in line ahead of us!

Guest B: Eh, you sure? We really didn't want to wait at the end of the line, so that's a huge help!

Guest A: I'm so glad there's someone as nice as you here. Thank you～!

Kalim: Yeah! Seeing you happy makes me happy!

Guest C: Man, I'm getting tired of waiting. Let's just give up on the popcorn and go somewhere else.

Kalim: I'm hearing some voices behind us… Ah, our eyes just met. Is that them?

Kalim: HEY, IF YOU'RE TIRED, YOU CAN JUMP IN LINE AHEAD OF US! THAT WAY YOU CAN GO AHEAD A LITTLE FASTER, RIGHT?

Guest C: Is that okay? You're so nice, young man! Then, I'll take you up on your offer.

Kalim: Yeah! Hope your turn comes soon.

Guest D: That person over there'll just let anyone ahead of him. We should definitely take advantage.

Guest E: I was just thinking that. So, we'll just raise our voice so he can hear…

Guest D/E: AAAAH, MAN, I'M SO HUNGRY～! IF I DON'T GET ANY POPCORN, I'M GONNA COLLAPSE

Kalim: Oh, that's no good! Here, hurry over here. Get in line ahead of me!

Cater: H-Hey… Kalim-kun?

Kalim: Hm? What's up, Cater?

Cater: Uhhh… I'm kinda thinking… At this rate, our turn might never come…

Guest F: Man, we're pretty tired too! Hey, let us in front of you too.

Grim: Ugh, now we got some scary looking dudes…

Cater: Yeah, that was bound to happen～ Might be better to just let them in without a fuss…

???: Hey. What're you all doing?

???: We would deeply appreciate it if you would refrain from bothering other guests.

Kalim: Jade! Floyd!

Cater: Nice timing, you two! Did you see we were in a pinch and come over to save us?

Floyd: Hah? What're you blabbering about? We're pissed at all of you.

Kalim: Eh, me!? Did I do something to anger you two?

Floyd: We've been in line behind your group for a little while now, y'know…

Jade: Thanks to Kalim-san permitting many people to jump in line, we've been suffering quite extraordinarily so.

Floyd: You're just addin' more people in front of us, so the line's not getting' any shorter. And everyone else's now just tryin' to push their luck…

Floyd: That really ticks me off, so… You good if I squeeze every single one of you?

Guest F: EEK!!! W-WE'LL HEAD TO THE BACK OF THE LINE!

Grim: Those guys just zipped away as fast as they could…

Cater: Well yeah, Floyd-kun just now was super scary. But in the end, him shooing them away really saved us.

1. That was scary…

Jade: Fufu, you were in quite the predicament on all sides, [Yuu]-san.

2. Thank you for helping us.

Floyd: 'S not like I was doin' it to help you. I'm pretty pissed off at you too, Shrimpy-chan, y'know.

Cater: Ah, hey, now! The line's moved up a ton. Let's keep going.

Kalim: Oh? You're right! I can't wait for the popcorn.

[Playful Land – Bazaar]

Kalim: They packed this bucket full of popcorn, and look! It's made to look like the Friendly Fox's head.

Kalim: See, see, his hat is the lid. This is so cool.

Cater: Yeah, it's super cute! Hey, Kalim-kun, can I borrow your bucket to snap a pic?

Kalim: Yeah, of course. Oh hey! I'll rest it on your shoulder.

Cater: Thanks～! I bet the folks online won't be able to get enough of seeing this bucket that can only be nabbed at Playful Land!

[snap!]

Cater: Nice, that came out good. I'll upload it to Magicam later～

Jade: Oh my… We meet again. And here I thought you had already received your popcorn.

Kalim: We were just taking a photo of the special popcorn bucket.

Kalim: What are you two doing after this?

Floyd: We're heading to the go-karts. I've always wanted to drive one of 'em land vehicles.

Floyd: Might not actually be the same as driving the real thing, but it might give me a taste, y'know?

Kalim: Go-karts, huh… Sounds great! I want to try driving myself too.

Grim: I wanna go too!

Cater: Then I think I'll head off on my own then. I want to go searching for all the fox symbols hidden through the park ♪

Kalim: Oooh, didn't know they had such a thing. I'll be cheering you on, I hope you find all the foxes!

Grim: Okay, now on to the go-karts!

[Playful Land – Catch The Star]

Jade: It seems the go-karts are also rather popular. This is quite the line of people.

Floyd: Hey, Sea-Otter-chan… I'ma say this now, but don't even think of lettin' other people in front of us, mmkay?

Floyd: I don't care if you wanna get cut in line, but I ain't gonna let it fly.

Floyd: If you do it again, I'm definitely squeezin' ya.

Kalim: I know. Come on, let's get in line.

Grim: Yeah! Hey, Kalim, open your bucket up. I wanna eat the popcorn while we wait!

Kalim: Did you already finish your popcorn? Sure. Eat as much as you like!

Grim: Yay! Chomp, chomp, scarf, munch! Mmmm～ I love how sweet and salty it is.

Kalim: Good, good. You have a great appetite.

Jade: You seem to be in high spirits, Kalim-san, despite standing in such long lines…

Kalim: Yeah! This is the first time I've ever had to wait in long lines. This is super fun.

Jade/Floyd/Grim: WAITING IN LONG LINES IS SUPER FUN?

Kalim: Yeah. Usually when I go to amusement parks, we reserve the whole place, so…

Kalim: I've never seen an amusement park completely packed full of people before.

Floyd: But if the whole place is reserved, then that means your wait time for every ride is basically zero. Isn't that better?

Kalim: Hmmm. I remember back when I was around 6 years old. My family had promised to take me to an amusement park…

Kalim: But then my mom and dad suddenly had to deal with some urgent business.

Kalim: So I thought I'd invite Jamil to come with me instead, but he had already left for school, so it was too late to ask.

Jade: Oh my, what a pity.

Kalim: Yeah, the timing really didn't work out ～ So in the end, I went to the amusement park with some of my other servants that day.

Kalim: There weren't any people in line, so I could get on any ride I wanted by myself, but…

Kalim: But doing everything by myself felt… a little lonely. Like I was missing something.

Kalim: By the end, I was asking my servants to ride with me, so we got on all the attractions together.

Kalim: We'd scream at the top of our lungs on the roller coaster, and play tons of games in the game corner.

Kalim: I wanted everyone to get a chance to ride, so on smaller attractions, I'd wait around to make sure everyone was able to ride them…

Kalim: Having so many people to hang out with is way better than just riding stuff by myself!

Kalim: Even spending time waiting in lines makes me happy because it's all so lively.

Kalim: That's why I didn't mind giving up my space in line to those people earlier, either.

1. I get it.

Floyd: I don't get it at all. It's boring waiting in line～ I wanna get on the ride already.

2. But waiting is still a little…

Jade: After all, we may never be able to come back to Playful Land, we wouldn't want to squander our time here.

Floyd: And even if you're having fun, you're being a bother to everyone behind you in line.

Kalim: But I want everyone who comes to the amusement park to enjoy themselves.

Kalim: Hmmm, what should I do?

[Playful Land – Catch The Star]

Kalim: But I want everyone who comes to the amusement park to enjoy themselves.

Kalim: Hmmm, what should I do?

Grim: Fnyaaa～ …I finished all the popcorn. Now I'm out of things to doo…

Grim: I wanna get on the ride already! Hey, what if we just barge in line like those guys from earlier tried to?

Jade: That won't do, Grim-kun.

Jade: We must politely explain our predicament, and tell them something like, "We are in such dire straits…" until they fully understand.

Floyd: No way. Just say, "Yo, care to get out of my way?" and they'll alllll just slowly move back for us.

Kalim: Wait!? I thought we said cutting in line was bad!?

Floyd: Didn't say that at all. All I said was to not let anyone in front of us.

Kalim: Really? But if you guys take someone else's spot…

Kalim: Then everyone else behind them'll feel upset, just like you did earlier…

Grim: I totally get why people would wanna cut. It's so boring just waiting in line.

Kalim: I don't really think so, but… Hm?

Kalim: Basically, what you're saying is that if you're not bored, then you could enjoy the wait, right!?

Kalim: I just had a great idea. Everyone, wait here a sec!

Grim: Fnyah!? That's not fair, making us wait in line and goin' off somewhere on your own!!

Kalim: Everyone, sorry to keep you waiting!

Floyd: Aha! Sea Otter-chan, what's with that getup～? You're all lit up like an atolla jellyfish.

Kalim: I went and got a bunch of the shiny and sparkling accessories they have at the stalls.

Kalim: Don'tcha think they're super bright and flashy? Plus, when I move like this…

[ting-a-ling-ling] ♪♪♪ [shan-shan-shan] ♪ [ting-a-ling] ♪

Grim: Ooh, they're making some neat sounds.

Kalim: Kinda gets you feeling good, doesn't it? So, I'll start a rhythm, and…

Kalim: JUST DANCE MY HEART OUT!!

[dances]

Guest G: Hm? I hear some sounds over there. Is there some kind of street performance going on?

Guest H: Look, look! That guy there's really standing out. His coordination of the accessories to his outfit is on point.

Guest I: And his dancing is super good! Look at those killer moves.

Grim: He's making me want to start dancing too～ Dum dee dum ♪

Jade: Oh my… It seems all those in line have had their attention drawn in by Kalim-san and Grim-kun. Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves greatly.

Kalim: Alright, I'm really riding the rhythm now. Everyone, watch me!

[backflips]

Grim: Woah, a backflip!? I can't let him show me up!

1. Amazing!! 2. Well done!!

Guest J: [whistles] You rock, keep going!

Guest K: Everyone, come over here! Check out this awesome performance.

Kalim: Woah, so many people are gathering around now.

Kalim: Looks like everyone's enjoying themselves. That makes me happy!

Kalim: Alllright, I gotta go even further. Next is…

Floyd: Niiice, it's getting' pretty fired up. Looks fun!

Jade: Indeed. What a fantastic turnout…

Jade: However, as people stop to watch, they're calling over more people… Those two have been completely surrounded by a crowd.

Jade: At this rate…

Puppet: Dear Guests!! You Are Blocking The Path For Other Guests!

Puppet: Please Cease Your Performance Immediately!

Grim: Fnyah!? Now there's a ton of the staff puppets all around us!

Jade: Well, this is quite expected.

Kalim: Eh, should we not have been dancing here? I thought it was a pretty neat idea, too.

Guest L: That was a really great performance! I wish I could have seen more.

Guest M: That made standing in line much more fun, thank you!

Kalim: That's great. I'm happy that I could make you all happy!

Kalim: For all of the amusement parks attractions, the waiting time, the stage show earlier, and even now…

Kalim: It's the best when everyone can be enjoying it together with a smile!

#twisted wonderland #twst #kalim al-asim #cater diamond #jade leech #floyd leech #twst kalim #twst cater #twst jade #twst floyd #twst grim #twst yuu #twst translation #twst stage in playful land #mention: jamil #mention: jack #mention: leona #mention: ace

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desmonddemesne · 2 months ago

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Gravity Falls Tarot - Part 2 of 3

Assignment of every Major Arcana to someone/something in the Gravity Falls Universe! Broken into parts for coherence.

In this section we cover the next seven cards from Strength to Temperance.

Part 1 | Part 3

8.) Strength - Wendy Corduroy

Keywords: Resilience, grace, courage, calm, and stability

Strength is a maiden composed in the face of great danger. When the beast snaps its jaws she reacts poised and swift. Wendy is, quite literally, the coolest character in the show. Her association with the Ice Bag on the Cipher represents her capacity to remain cool under pressure.

As the child of a lumberjack she has skills in wilderness survival, quick reflexes, and surprising strength. As the daughter of the person we previously assigned The Emperor to we recognize how being "a flippin' Corduroy!" has primed Wendy to confront lifes challenges.

Wendy has also drawn the attention of many suitors, gaining a mature understanding of boundaries and the importance of love in all its forms; romantic, platonic, or familial.

9.) The Hermit - Stanford Pines

Keywords: Withdrawal, solitude, introspection, wisdom, and recluse

The Hermit walks the darkness alone, guided by a lantern. Ford was bullied from a young age, ostracized by the majority of his peers for his physical deformity and poor social skills. However, guided by his intense curiosity and the solidarity of his brother he charted a way through the world.

After arriving in Gravity Falls Ford sequestered himself in a cabin in the woods, working on his research in solitude. In his own words he pitied many of the townsfolk for their simplicity - feeling superior but nevertheless lonely. After being tricked by Bill, Ford fell deeper into madness due to his isolation and inability to trust others.

By the conclusion of the story Ford has reconciled with his brother and begun the process of moving on from the trauma which kept him moving forward for thirty years. The Hermit searches to understand themselves and Ford has found what he needs to live happy.

10.) The Wheel of Fortune - Stanley Pines

Keywords: Change, chance, fate, fortune, and cycles

The Wheel of Fortune turns in a constant state where the only guarantee is change, for better or worse. Stan's life can be broken into a roller coaster of intense joy and strife; childhood alongside his brother was amazing but waned into his teenage years, as a young adult his scams kept him afloat but slowly caught up to him, after pushing Ford into the Portal he spent thirty years working to get him home - only to not be thanked.

And yet, it was Stan's thinking that ultimately did in Bill Cipher, a demon who'd alluded the machinations of people far more noteworthy than him. He didn't back down, he took a gamble and won.

Stan's life has been rough since the age of 17, but he's survived well into his 60's by calculating risks and seeing through deceptions. He doesn't always win out, but the dedication he has towards his family is resolute and he rides out the wins he earns.

11.) Justice - Pacifica Northwest

Keywords: Karma, consequence, law, honesty, and accountability

To many Justice is blind and impartial, but laws change and norms shift. Pacifica Northwest is the to be inheritor of not just her family's wealth, but their legacy as lying cheats. At the beginning of the show she is Mabel's antithesis; popular, trendy, and wealthy. However, we come to see that Pacifica was not born bad but reared to be 'another link in the worlds worst chain'.

When ghostly retribution threatens her family for their trangressions Pacifica states the following; 'our family name is broken, and I'm gonna fix it!' Pacifica cuts through her fathers manipulations, rights the wrongs of those who came before her, and opens the path for proper healing going forward.

One grand act does not forgiveness grant, but Pacifica's story shows that even under immense pressure we must strive to do right by ourselves and those around us.

12.) The Hanged Man - Thompson

Keywords: Sacrifice, indecision, uncertainty, stillness, and inversion

The Hanged Man is a figure in seeming distress, yet equally in control. Thompson is his friend groups punching bag, a monkey made to dance. However, when his friends splinter Thompson admits that letting himself be picked on contributes to group cohesion and that he's allowed this for 'years'.

Thompson is potentially the oldest member of his friend group as he's their set of wheels. At work he's shown to be more than capable asserting himself as theatre manager. And yet, it is only through Thompsons willingness to be the groups jester that his friends' unity can be restored.

His social role is confusing, but plays great importance.

13.) Death - Bodacious T

Keywords: Transformation, release, endings, transition, and relief

Death rides on a pale horse and comes for us all. However, Death is not the end but a metamorphosis; being one thing and becoming another. Bodacious T is an unfortunate character because their creepy tendencies are coupled with, in my opinion, an accidental GNC narrative.

Bodacious T spends most of their time in the show ridiculed, but when Weirdmaggedon arrives and indiscriminately alters reality Bodacious T doesn't just survive but comes out the other side a truer version of themself.

"It's called Death Ball" and maybe you'll be happier confronting whatevers on the horizon with a bat and fishnets.

14.) Temperance - Fiddleford McGucket

Keywords: Moderation, serenity, tranquility, care, and balance

Temperance is an angel whose hands are inspired with divine regulation. Although Fiddleford has a gentle soul, at the beginning of the story we find him feral and nonsensical.

Fiddleford joined Stanford in his experiements on the Portal, leaving behind the quaint life of a husband and father. Although he returned home on special occasions the splitting of his focus caused strain to his marriage. When faced with the reality of his creation Fiddleford felt incapable of reckoning with what he'd done and chose to forget.

Months of forgetting have permanently changed Fiddleford. He steeped himself in ignorance and ran from his problems, afraid to face horrors be they supernatural or mundane. By the end of the story he confronts the memories he'd once willingly gave up, mending both his mind and his relationship to his son.

Temper thy hand, compromise, and don't allow the extremes to consume you.

#gravity falls #tarot #tarot cards #wendy corduroy #stanford pines #stanley pines #thompson gf #bodacious t #fiddleford mcgucket #fiddleford hadron mcgucket #would love others perspective #part three in two days #the book of bill #pacifica northwest #feel free to dissect

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hey-august · 2 months ago

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Cus saying something about rollercoasters gave me an idea.

What do you think buggy is like if he wants to take his partner to like a fair or theme park or something of the sort. Cus, obv he would. But they're way too afraid to get on most of the rides?

He may tease, sure. That's got to be a given, no? But seeing the terrified look your face after he'd somehow coaxed you into let's say the Ferris wheel? He's holding your hand, telling you it's okay. Describing the pretty lights and stunning view as you slowly get to the top. And while it's stopped all the way up high, you actually look out. Able to relax a bit. It's not so bad. It's pretty, actually. But heights are still terrifying.

Or maybe it's a rollercoaster he had to coax you onto. "Just try it once!"

And maybe he'd regret it just a little. The constant scream right next to him. Absolute death grip on his hand.

Getting on and starting to go up was one thing. The second it sped up just a hair to get to the top is when the screaming started, the tight hold on his hand. Then the screaming got louder as it sped downwards and your hand kept one hell of a death grip on his hand. The only time the screams stopped was so you could take a breath to continue screaming. Once the ride was over though he led you to a nearby bench until you could relax.

Or maybe those teacup rides. Only scared to get on it because.. Well it's buggy. And most people you've been on that type of ride would spin it way too fast and scare the ever loving hell out of you. But he's already dragged you on enough rides and this was one you liked. So he did spin it, but made sure you were okay with the speed. Laughing and spinning it together, enjoying the more peaceful ride.

Though you two did get on it again just to go as fast as possible. Laughing and clinging onto the seat.

I feel like he'd also want to win you a prize. *Of course* it had to be one that was so fucking stupidly hard to get. But he wanted to see you smile, he always did. So he tried. And tried again. And again. And..one more time. *damnit* why was it so difficult? But the second the person who was in charge if the game became distracted with something, even for a mere second, he cheated. Hey, he wanted to get you that prize. And it so happens he can detach limbs. His hand reattaching before anyone can see of course.

Is some of this based on personal experience? Yes. I can't stand rollercoasters, they scare the shit out of me.

My personal story with my first rollercoaster was at Kentucky kingdom. Lightning run. My mother fucking counted. (Yk the count to 3) Just to get my ass on a rollercoaster. I was terrified okay? But, yes, the death grip and screaming was what I did. That was her karma. My loud ass screaming in her ear (I was on her left) and one hell of a death grip. She might have lost a little blood flow for the time being. But she never dragged me on a rollercoaster again. And she never will be able to again.

(I have written more than intended but ideas keep coming)

Heck yes! Buggy would be a MENACE with this. Taunting and goading you into going on the thrilling rides.

PUH-LEASE, only weenies skip the big rides. What's the point in going if you're not gonna ride Mr. Bones' Wild Ride? (okay, maybe skip that one)

Buggy also talks up how the rides aren't even that scary. You eventually give in because:

maybe he's right,

you don't want to miss out on a good ride,

he seems so excited, and

he's getting annoying.

Yeah, the ferris wheel wasn't terrible. A little more shaky that you expected and very high up. But you got to sit next to Buggy. He even bought (stole) you a corndog to enjoy. He ate most of it.

The roller coaster though. Buggy thought he won (what exactly? who knows) when you agreed to go, but a little worm of regret started wiggling when the car reached the apex. Buggy said it was like climbing the ship's rigging on rough waters, but this...did not feel the same. Or maybe it did and he forgot how intense that feels. Both of you had white knuckle grips on the safety bar the whole time.

The tea cup ride was fine. Better. Really nice, actually. Even when it spun wildly, you still enjoyed it. It was less of a competition and more of a cooperative sport to spin the tea cup juuuuust right. Buggy also showed off by using his hands to spin the cup while he leaned back, handless-arms behind his head.

And BIG AGREE to Buggy stealing prizes. He also cheats. A barely-noticeable fingertip knocking over bottles, nudging balls, guiding hoops. He's schmoozing with the game attendees, distracting them from all the other shady shit he's doing. Meanwhile, you stand slightly off to the side and grab whatever Buggy hands you.

Do you need a giant plush sleepy banana? Or five bunny keychains? Or more than three lanyards? Or a frog bucket hat that doesn't fit? Or a bear bucket hat that doesn't fit? Or a cat bucket hat that doesn't fit?

No. But you take them anyways.

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I'm also right there with ya with some un-fun ride stories, cyra. 😂 Once when I was a younger kid, I CRIED on the queue for Space Mountain. SOBBING. I was scared but we were going to go on the ride. And then the HORROR - I was supposed to sit at the front. Absolutely not. Thankfully, some older teens took pity and sat in the front.

I got on the ride, continued to cry, and shrunk myself so low that my head knocked on the sides of the ride during sharp turns. It was not ideal.

On a lighter note, there was a time where I was on one of those spinning Gravitron rides. The UFO shaped one. And the ride operator would slow down the spinning and then start it right back up. They said we were almost done more than once but everything kept spinningggg. We were hostages in the UFO and it felt like forever. Honestly, I loved it but omg I felt like I was outside of my body afterwards. I was not the same person.

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guardianspirits13 · 11 months ago

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Ok now for a list of things that I'm kind of iffy about or wish they had kept from the books. It's worth noting that I can't think of a single show exclusive scene they added that I did not like, and most of the changes were integrated flawlessly.

Starting out, the pacing. I'm hoping this gets better with time, especially given that the second episode has much more time to breathe. The whole first episode felt a little cramped, and some of the exposition felt a bit... exposition-y. I don' t think there is much they could have done to get around this though so I'm not gonna dwell on it.

As a fan of the series, I love how they introduced the structure and function of the PJO world with the intro, but I think the jump from "Percy sees things" to "everything is all real" felt a bit abrupt. I am curious what first time fans think about this, and again the first episode covers a lot more ground page-wise than ep 2.

Manchild Gabe... I am not sure how I feel about this. In the books he seemed downright threatening and even with Percy's 12yo bravado, he was still an intimidating figure. His bickering with Sally seemed more like your typical dysfunctional relationship than a power imbalance... both can be harmful in their own way, but I'm still undecided on how much giving Sally a bit more agency in her relationship with him effects the larger story. The whole "not all monsters look like monsters" thing works well in the books with Gabe, but I guess they were redirecting it to foreshadow Luke's betrayal? I'm not sure.

...which brings me to Sally. I was unsure about the casting, but she has earned her stay to me. I always imagined her as a bit more subdued, especially with the more intense iterations of Gabe. She's kind and gentle and has a rebellious streak, but as worried as she might be for Percy she hides it inside of herself. I think her being a bit more expressive as a character works in this setting though, especially since we aren't seeing her through Percy's kid colored lenses. She feels a bit less like the perfect, kind, and understanding mother Percy sees, and a bit more like a real-life single mother trying to keep some of that childhood wonder alive despite everything. She does seem younger than I would have expected, but that's a nitpick on my end. I think she is one character that I will always have a separate book/show counterpart for in my mind.

Ok. Now for Clarisse. Out of all the characters I was skeptic about, I think she's the only one who didn't win me over. This is a writing issue, nothing at all to do with the actress. She was characterized more as a 'queen bee' type mean girl than a bully who picks fights just to feel worthy of her father's approval. She would be better fit for a vindictive daughter of Aphrodite than a daughter of Ares. My mind might be changed in the future but we got most of her scenes in these first two episodes so I'm doubtful. The one moment that had potential was when Percy broke her spear, but the Clarisse I know would not back off just because there is an audience.

There was no hellhound... I was kinda looking forward to it, and it does emphasize that even camp isn't really safe for Percy and is a catalyst for both his quest and the idea that there is a traitor. I can kind of see why the cut it for thematic purposes so Percy feels safe for once in his life, but that's only if I squint.

The scene cuts. I know, I know they're supposed to mimic book chapters. I get it. But it just doesn't work for me, it feels like there's a lack of establishing shots and the black screen is long enough you think the tv is buffering. It's an interesting idea in concept, but the execution falls flat.

OH also as far as things that were missing- the 3 fates. I know this is in the show since it was in the trailers, but I'm curious as to where they're gonna put it now.

Anyways minor nitpicks aside these two episodes were an emotional roller coaster and absolute masterpieces of television cinema.

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iris-sistibly · 7 months ago

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My final take on Queen of Tears? It was a one hell of a fucking journey + Thoughts on the finale

[Warning: Long-ass post ahead]

Queen of Tears released its final episode last Sunday, April 28. The show made history as it became tvN’s most watched drama, surpassing the 2019 hit Crash Landing on You. Park Ji-eun was the writer for both shows.

The story is about a couple who underwent a crisis in their third year of marriage. However, a significant event will not only change their lives but also pave the way for them to rediscover their love for each other.

I personally got hooked into this show for three reasons:

First, the plot: Marriage tropes in a lot of dramas are usually about infidelity, toxic and abusive relationships that end in a nasty divorce. It happens in real life sadly, but I appreciate the fact that Park Ji-eun took a different route and gave us another realistic side of marriage. A couple who once had this warm, passionate love for each other became cold and distant over time because of one tragic event that left them wounded and broken. There were also other factors that added salt to the wound which caused them to drift further from one another. I’m not gonna go into details because I have already discussed this in earlier episodes. However, I love that there were a couple of flashbacks that tells the viewers of how their love story began, plus some extra bits and pieces in the epilogue that were either related to Hyun-woo and Hae-in’s past, or a particular scene in the current episode that was told from either of the character’s point of view.

Switching from light and funny scenes to a more intense one then back to swoon-worthy moments and then the last thing you knew you were bawling your eyes out because of the heartbreaking scenes felt like a roller coaster ride, needless to say I was always on edge and I sometimes had to pause in the middle of the episode so I could breathe. That’s how intense the emotions were in this show. Like I have said before, this is not a rom-com but more like a heavy drama with a couple of light and funny scenes.

But the part in this story that appealed to me the most is that it will make you question, how much love can someone truly give? How far can you go to be with the person you love? And when everything seems black and white, would you be willing to stay? Or walk away?

Second, the characters: Immediately, I was drawn to Baek Hyun-woo and Hong Hae-in. Usually in KDramas, it’s always the male lead who is cool, cold, nonchalant and rich af and the girl is the bubbly, cutesy-cutesy, overly dramatic, and broke. I absolutely LOVE the role reversal. Hae-in is the cool and badass wife while Hyun-woo is the cute, dramatic hubby and together, they make an ✨iconic couple✨. But on a more serious note, a lot of characters nowadays are into the red light/green light spectrum and don’t get me wrong, I love it. Who doesn’t love a green light character right? But again, Park Ji-eun wrote them in such a way that you wouldn’t perceive them as this ultra-perfect, no flaw character, but they aren’t toxic either (except for the main villains of course). A lot of the characters in the show have a good and flawed side, and I love it because that’s what makes them human, they are multi-layered which makes them complex, but at the same time, they were written in such a way that the viewers could have a deeper understanding of the characters, and even relate to them in some ways.

Again with the exception of the villains, the character developments were so good. Witnessing this whole-ass process of them being flawed and broken characters to becoming the best versions of themselves were just the best.

Third, the cast: Ah, I can go on and on about how every actor in this show was absolutely amazing! Again, Kim Soo-hyun has proven why he is Korea’s highest paid actor. I love that he can switch from this handsome, smart, and sexy lawyer, to a super cute, loving hubby, and then a man who would fight for his woman no matter what it takes. BITCH! The acting range of this guy is fucking LIMITLESS! As for Kim Ji-won, this is by far her best acting performance in my opinion. Hong Hae-in was such a difficult character to portray, but I love how she was able to effortlessly deliver Hae-in’s stoic, nonchalant exterior and when you look into her eyes you’ll see that vulnerable part of her that no one else except [her husband] sees.

SooWon’s chemistry on the other hand is GOD-TIER! They were born to play Baek Hyun-woo and Hong Hae-in. Whether it’s a funny, romantic, or heavy scene, they nailed it to perfection! These two are the most married couple I have seen in a show. I feel sad that I’m not gonna see them together on-screen for sometime but I am hoping that they’d be able to work together again in the future. Although my delulu self is manifesting for them to be together irl 😂🤧

Park Sung-hoon, I have said before that he is so good at playing a villain. But I hope he gets to show his ability to portray a nice guy in the future, I need a break from him playing evil.

Kwak Dong-yeon and Lee Joo-bin’s performances as the second couple deserve to be applauded as well. Despite their characters going through crazy shit, I love that they were able to deliver it on a lighter, heartwarming note in contrast to SoWoon’s heavier scenes.

Special mentions to the following 🗣️:

The Official Playlist of the Show- When I tell you that I have listened to every song in this playlist, I really mean it. I don’t understand the language, but everytime I hear a song from QOT, I can instantly imagine a particular scene from the show, that’s how magical it is. My most replayed song is The Reasons of my Smiles by BSS, but I also love Heize’s Hold me back, and the song that makes me the most emotional: Love you with all my heart by Crush.

The cinematography: I’m not gonna go into details about the technicalities, but everything was perfectly shot, especially the scenes in Germany–it was dreamy, romantic, and beautiful.

The crew members who worked behind the camera also need to be praised for the hard work, effort, and dedication they’ve put into making this show.

There are things however about the show that I didn’t personally like or I think they could have done better. Here’s the link of why I think the storyline isn’t as good as I thought it would be:

The final episode didn’t turn out the way I hoped it would be, although there were some parts of it that were really good like:

📍 Cheon Da-hye and Grace choosing to take accountability for their past actions (also Grace being the key player in bringing Mo Seul-hee down was the cherry on top) and has been given another chance to live honestly was one of the best character redemptions.

📍The Hong family reclaiming what’s rightfully theirs, that was such a powerful scene.

📍Hyun-woo and Hae-in looking at each other after Mo Seul-hee was proven guilty for killing Hong Man-dae and all the other bullshits she did to Queens and the Hong family, as if saying, “It’s finally over,” and they did it together was so power couple coded.

📍Aunt Beom-ja and husband #4 [really] taking their time to get to know each other…like literally. Her facial expression when Yeong-seong kissed her on the cheek instead of the lips like she was expecting was GOLD.

📍Mama and Papa Hong choosing a simpler and quieter life and hanging out with their besties (Mama and Papa Baek).

📍The family portrait of the Hong and Baek family 🥹

📍Hyun-woo and Hae-in taking their time to rebuild their relationship, then goes on to get married and have a baby, then visiting Germany every so often was the most heartwarming scene.

📍I would say that the ending was a bittersweet one. Hae-in’s premonition came true, she died first and Hyun-woo never failed to visit her grave, and then eventually reuniting was one of the most realistic endings in a Kdrama. They lived a good life, they built a family, grew old together and reunited in the afterlife was beautiful but there was a certain ache in that part, perhaps a reminder that no matter how painful it gets, there is always a silver lining, and if you’re meant to be, you’re meant to be.

However, in addition to my linked post:

📍The first half of the story started really strong, but it dwindled the moment they added all of these ridiculous subplots. One Tumblr user commented that Hyun-woo and Hae-in’s marriage had enough issues as far as drama is concerned and I couldn’t agree more.

📍I get that Mo Seul-hee is a shitty person but I don’t even know why she chose to prey on Hong Man-dae of all people. She could have done the same to other wealthy families (I mean he’s not the only gullible man out there with tons of money), but the question is, what did the Hong family do to her? Surely, there must have been a deeper meaning than just wanting money but alas, it's a question we'll probably never get an answer too.

📍The good thing is that we now fully understand why Yoon Eun-seong acted the way he did. He has mommy issues, abandonment issues, anger issues, etc. My prediction about him dying in the finale was correct, but there was no character redemption for him thus I don’t see the point on why they had to extend his Hae-in obsession arc towards the end. Take out all the irrelevant subplots, and the story still would have worked.

📍One of my biggest frustrations in the show was the fact that they only addressed BaekHong’s miscarriage after Hae-in lost her memories when they could have done that in the earlier episode (the scene where Hyun-woo and Hae-in had a heart-to-heart conversation about their failed marriage), it’s like the writer forgot about that part–which by the way was such a crucial part then she just inserted this scene somewhere in the finale.

📍I was also disappointed that Hae-in's mom wasn't the one who comforted her during that scene where Hyun-woo was undergoing surgery after getting shot. It would have been such a perfect opportunity to heal their relationship. Also, I would have appreciated it if Mama Hong was the one who personally apologized to Hyun-woo for being harsh towards him.

📍I know I said that the ending was a more realistic one, but babes we were ROBBED! I would have loved to see a BaekHong wedding part 2, their pregnancy journey and moments with baby Soo-bin but alas, we were deprived of that too. As much as I find the finale realistic, I wouldn’t say that I was satisfied either.

📍I just remembered this now, but Papa Hong's and Aunt Beom-ja's other sibling could have actually contributed to ending the villain arc. He could have made moves to unravel Seul-hee and Eun-seong's crap, but idk writer-nim just placed him there just because 🤷.

Overall, do I think that this show is over hyped? Storywise, yes. As far as the actors’ performances go, they deserve it.

Is the show worth watching? I’d say it’s worth checking out if you’re someone who likes heavy, intense dramas. If not, avoid this. Again, this is not a light rom-com.

Would I rewatch? For BaekHong, yes but I’ll skip the irrelevant parts.

Ratings:

Performance: 100/10

OST: 10/10

Cinematography, Editing, etc.: 10/10

Story-telling: 6/10

#kdrama #netflix #tvn #park ji eun #queen of tears #kim soo hyun #kim ji won #kwak dong yeon #park sunghoon #lee joo bin #baek hyun woo #hong hae in #hong soo cheol #yoon eun seong #cheon da hye #soowon #my roman empire

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