#idk if it counts it aired a decade ago

[magicpelagic]

[nctdreams4me]

In Service of Mr Wayne

Synopsis: I need to do my part in protecting Gotham City - my home - from further decay and corruption. What I discover at the long abandoned Wayne Manor is beyond anything I am prepared for...6 nameless men, coming into the light as I uncover the truth about a legend, and my own past...

Pairing: Y/N (Femme/She/Her) X NCT U "The BAT" subunit (Johnny/Yuta/Jungwoo/Hendery/Jeno/Jisung)

Genre: Mystery Thriller Smut, Mostly PWP, Crappy Depictions of Batman lore so please DC/Batman fans don't read this. I did no research and superheroes are not my strong suit.

Word Count: 7k+

Rating: Explicit Sex, Mature, PWP, 18+ ONLY

Warnings: Gangbang, Blow Jobs, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Spit Roasting (I think ToT), Double Penetration, Cream Pie, Cum Swallowing, filth I wrote in a sleep deprived state

Author's Note: Someone has to have written a better "The BAT" smut piece, please, someone tell me there are fics based off this video already? ToT Cuz look....I am in NO state to be writing this sort fic.

I wrote this in like 4 hours IDK what else to say. I just needed to purge this out of my system. Take it for what it is, me being horny for NCT ToT PS. Sorry for everything, I barely edited it. I wrote this just a few hours ago. I should be in bed. Enjoy.

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The night air was still, not even a breeze. With the clouds covering the moon, darkness cloaked the manor that sat at the top of the hill overlooking the sea. I tried my best to blend into the quiet atmosphere as I pressed the pass code to the gate, one careful digit at a time, ears straining for any sort of noises.

The loud creaking from the metal gate doors sent my heart jumping around like the Trix rabbit after getting a bite of that sweet processed fruit shaped cereal. Looking around, the night remained black, even my feet before me difficult to make out, grey shapes I hoped wasn’t a trap just about to stun me into unconsciousness.

A new pass code at the front door before I heard the giant oak doors unlock. Gloved hand pushing the door, I entered into the empty mansion of retired billionaire, Bruce Wayne.

Or that was what he wanted the public to believe.

I received an anonymous tip about Mr. Wayne hiding his hobbyist life. Did his broken body really come from a random car collision?

Or had the elusive billionaire gotten his body mangled behind the private walls of Wayne Corp?

It was up to the truth seekers of Gotham City to figure out the honestly of these stories.

My filthy, corrupted city - the only place I ever called home - was undeserving of deceit and exploitation. It was the local folks like my family and neighbors who helped me work my way up in life.

Despite our broken down apartment and dangerous streets that we called home, my community supported me through school and I’d gotten a step up in life by landing a job at the Gotham Gazette.

Sure, I’m just the mail delivery girl on the 7th floor - but I’d received a white, unmarked envelope in my locker. Inside was a dark, blurry grey picture of what looked like 6 bodies (shapes, to be honest) standing at the edge of a cliff, miles high above the ocean. The only writing was on the back of the picture. “Outside Wayne Manor” with a date just 3 days before.

Below were 3 sets of 7 digit numbers.

I’ve always thought there was something funny about Gotham’s philanthropic CEO, but I was still in high school when Mr. Wayne announced his retirement after recovering from a life altering car accident. He moved away to enjoy his retirement with his broken back in Madagascar.

Almost a decade later, suddenly there’s a suspicious picture with 3 sets of numbers sent to me? I knew I’d been a bit chatty about wanting to get a chance to get a journalist role at Gotham Gazette, but so did half of the interns at the place.

I had to figure out the truth, and I hated my job, so I’d spent all my free time studying the history of Wayne manor. Allegedly, Mr. Wayne had sold the land off to a company based in South Korea, but the sale happened around his retirement. I couldn’t find the name of the company (or any human names) from my research.

The place seemed untouched. No news or announcement on any new developments. It was like Mr. Wayne left the property to rot.

I should have told someone about my investigation. But then again, I didn’t even know if I’d find anything. I was surprised the pass codes worked. It was instinctual to enter the numbers at the gate and door. Now that I was inside, I could text my best friend. Let them know where I was and why I was there.

But before I could take my phone out of my bag, I heard voices in the distance. Turning away from the closed front door, I saw light in the distance. Like there was an area down the hallway toward the right side that had a lamp light on.

Quietly, I walked carefully toward the light source, listening for more noises. The voices were too far away to make out but there was more than two people inside the manor.

Walking down the hallway, I took a quick glance around. The manor looked pristine, like it’d been cleaned from top to bottom regularly. Fully furnished, room to room, but eerily quiet and still.

Making it to the end of the hallway, I saw a set of stairs leading downwards, the light source coming from below.

Taking my phone out, I took a picture of the stairway that led downwards. It looked like it had appeared behind a sliding wall of some kind. A hidden entrance.

Slowly, left hand holding my phone out, I entered. I heard voices echoing along the giant cave.

“...days til we can unleash Batman Project 9.0 -”

“No one agreed on that as the title.”

“Johnny!”

“Hey, c’mon guys. We have to get all the cars into the cave before sunrise. This is Robin’s most important project.”

Step by step on the metal stairs, I got more and more insight into Mr Bruce Wayne’s secret hobby. He was…he was the Caped Crusader, the…

“It’s the Batman,” I blurted out, eyes falling to the symbol of the Batman - long wings with pointed tips inside a thick oval - adorned on a giant wall, red light adorned over the white sheet of the Batman symbol.

“Who the fuck are you?” There were a pair of hands on my shoulders from behind, pushing me forward. I gasped, losing my footing. “Johnny, did you order a seventh member?”

Making it to the bottom landing, I threw my hands out to catch onto the table, hip hitting the metal top. My eyes scanned the laptops and maps scattered on the table before going up to see four men standing before me.

All wearing black, all of them with hair slicked back. All tall and hovering over me. The tallest and broadest of the lot took a step forward, hands in his front pocket.

“You got her phone?” he asked, eyes on me before darting behind my left shoulder.

“She took a picture.” The guy who’d push me had dark red hair, big black eyes scanning me in my skin tight leggings. His front was up against my back as he handed my phone to the guy across the table. “I had no idea anyone even knew of our arrival.”

“I-I’m from the Gotham Gazette,” I said, trying to step away from the hot body behind me. I cleared my throat, standing up straight. “I-I got a tip that there was something going on here. Th-this is Mr Wayne’s mansion. W-what are you doing here? The people of Gotham deserve to know. When Mr. Wayne left, Batman did too. We always suspected-but-I”

My neck craned around as I took in the cave. Cars, guns, protective gear, too many screens and gadgets for me to take much else in.

“Well, we can’t have you revealing the truth of the Batman,” the tall guy holding my phone said. He handed my phone to another handsome man, before running a hand over his mouth, eyes scanning me. Less menacingly than the red haired guy. “If you want the protection like Mr Wayne and the Batman provided all those years ago, we can’t have you leave here. Not until we know what to do with you. Not until we launch the new Batman program. You’ll get a team of Batmans to help take care of your city. That’s what you want, right?”

I took a step back, seeing him step forward, but I ran right back into the red haired guy, his front hotter than just a moment ago.

“C’mon Johnny, she’s cute.” He planted his hands on the table, caging me into his arms. “We can get good PR if she works for the Gazette.”

“We can’t just let her loose based on her word,” the guy named Johnny said, hands back into his pants pockets.

“I’ll make sure she doesn’t say anything to anyone,” one of the men behind him stepped forward. Milky skin, intense glare in his eyes as his hands fisted at his sides. “I can take care of a small thing like that.”

“Hey, I have a name.” I balled my own hands into fists. I'm not afraid to let these strangers know who I am. I have nothing to hide. I told them as much, giving them my name, telling them exactly how long I've lived on earth in Gotham, knowing my love and care for the rotten city went deeper than any of these strangers.

“We aren’t here to hurt you,” someone spoke up behind me. A beautiful man with pouty pink lips walked down the stairs, big eyes staring at me. “We want to clean up Gotham, too. We were all orphans. What do you think Mr Wayne did when he retired?”

“He…” I looked around. One tall handsome man after another. First one, Johnny. He was the only one with a name. Behind stood the man with the intense stare, his eyes making your heart beat faster. A taller guy stood behind him fiddling with a switchblade in his hands. Behind you stood the hot bodied red head and the beautiful pouty lipped stranger. “He raised an army of new Batmans?”

“So far only six of us,” Johnny said. He held a hand out, as if offering for me to take it. “I need you to trust us. We want to help. I’m Johnny.”

“I’m Jeno,” said the guy with the intense stare. His demeanor softened as Johnny shook my hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“Don’t mind Jeno,” the one with switchblade said, throwing an arm around Jeno’s neck. “He’s more bark than bite. I’m Hendery.”

“Yuta, if you want to know my name,” the red haired guy said as he refused to let up space between us. His hand touched my hip. I stepped away, almost colliding into the pouty pink lipped guy. “Shy.”

“Come on Yuta, be nice.” The pouty lipped beauty gestured for me to take Johnny’s hand. “I’m Jungwoo.”

“Meet our young savant, Jisung,” Johnny said when I took his hand once more, stepping away from Yuta. He led me deeper into the cave, down a small set of stairs and toward an opening behind a dark corner. “Jisung! We made a new friend.”

I stopped, back colliding against Yuta as he remained behind me. He looked much older than I last remembered.

Jisung.

Handsome with muscular arms as a man. Sparkling eyes still soft with his pointed chin and high cheekbones. He belonged with his five handsome friends. All making me blush as they stared at me.

“Y-you’re supposed to meet us tomorrow,” he said. “Didn’t you get my letter? Who let you in?”

“You sent me that letter?” I wanted to punch his arm like when we were little, neighbors who played together. He could have simply come over to my place and explained. “There was nothing in there!”

His eyes scrunched up with his nose as he threw a hand to his forehead.

“I forgot to put the letter in with the picture.” He sighed, staring at me. My whole body flared up, seeing his eyes scan down and up my body. “At least Haechan dropped it into the right locker. You’re smart, figuring it all out with just the picture-not that I expected anything less from you.”

“Well, I did solve all the riddles in class,” I said, standing up straight. “What the hell is going on? Are you really bringing back the Batman?"

“I heard you needed help getting a foot into the Gotham Gazette, so why not team up with us?” he said. “I told Johnny I could get good PR with you.”

“This is-” I looked around the room, dozens of vehicles lined up neatly in the garage, domed walls making me feel like I could fall over at any second, “-impressive. What am I supposed to do?” “Tell the truth about what’s really happening with the criminals working with the corrupt cops and politicians,” Johnny replied. “We’ll have a security team work with you. Ensure no one’s following you or trying to breach into your phone and private affairs. We plan to keep your contacts anonymous and safe too.”

“And how am I supposed to trust you?”

“Come on,” Jisung said, walking closer to you. “I stayed up all night watching over you that night your parents were gone. No one to look after us but each other.”

“And then you left me without a goodbye!”

Like the pain of losing a pet when I was little, I didn’t know how long I’d missed it until I saw Jisung staring at me with such a deep voice, eyes refusing to look away from me. My tears were wiped away with Jisung’s thumbs as he held my face in his palms.

“I’m sorry,” he said, lips against mine. Breathing mint into my mouth, taking over my senses. “We were kids. I didn’t know how to find you. Not until I returned.”

“Until now?!” His arms were around me, lips pressing against mine. I wanted him to keep kissing me, my arms wrapping around his neck.

“So don’t leave me.” His lips on my neck, he whispered my name against me. “Stay. Stay with me.”

“With us,” Yuta said. I held onto Jisung tighter as I felt a hand on my lower back. “You have to tell her, Jisung.”

“Tell me what?” I asked, pulling away from Jisung, standing up straight to look into his eyes. “Jisung? Tell me what?”

“You have to earn our trust too,” Johnny said. “Jisung vouched for you, we did a background check, but I have a strict third rule in terms of trust.”

Jisung took a step back as Johnny stood before me, hands going to my hips. His hands roamed down my ass before gliding up my sides and his long fingers fondled my breasts. Hands grazing down my back and between my thighs. Down my calves before he stood up and pressed his body against me.

“You seem clean,” he said, fingers pulling my chin up to stare into his eyes. “If you’re not in the Batman program I can only trust you if you can handle all six of us.”

“W-what?” I snorted. “Straight out of Pornhub. What a convenient rule to throw onto me when I’m alone with 6 strong men.”

“Yeah, more or less,” Johnny said, hands on my hips as he pressed his front against me, hot cock hardening against my stomach. “You were a stupid fucking girl to sneak in here in the dead of night. Trespassing on private property. Honestly, I’d cage you up for that. But since you’re Jisung’s friend, this is considered a gift.”

“Jisung.” My eyes darted over to him, right behind Johnny. My heart beat thrumming against my throat as I felt Yuta’s breath at the crook of my neck, his cock poking against my ass. “You’re not…you’re not going to-” “Rules are rules.” Jisung's eyes were cold as he unbuckled the fastening at the wrist of his leather gloves. “I know you can handle this. You’re a fighter. We need fighters on our side.”

The confidence he had in me helped me take in a deep inhale, shaky breath outwards as my hands went under Johnny’s pants, helping him untuck his shirt.

“Fast learner, I like that,” he said, hands helping me unbutton his shirt. “Get down on your sexy knees and suck some dick.”

My whole head was spinning. Hands gliding down Johnny’s thick thighs as I dropped down to my knees. The words and affection of these men was convincing me to help Gotham out by using my body.

If I had to use my mouth on six cocks, I could do it. Prove to Jisung that I was as resilient as he believed me to be.

Johnny exhaled loud and slow as I planted kisses on his hard abs. Fingers undoing his belt buckle and zipper, palms stroking his long, thick cock. It was hot as it grew in my fist. A soft giggle escaped as I looked up at Johnny, seeing him bite his lip.

Hands massaging my scalp. He was impatient as one palm pressed against the back of my head, shoving my mouth against his wet, musky cock. Tongue licking along his length, I inhaled his taste. Licked and sucked his balls as I stroked his thick hairy cock.

“Fuck, keep it up.” He was lost in loud inhales and exhales, eyes shut as I put the tip into my mouth, sucking softly like I needed to drink up the contents inside his thick meat. “Shiit.”

I ate up more of him as I sucked in. Slowly sinking his cock in, inch by inch. Hoping my throat didn’t constrict until I had him in more than halfway. Hand massaging his balls, I gagged as his tip shoved down my throat, no air as it constricted.

“Don’t you fucking forget me,” I spat out as I stroked him fast, my slimy bubbly saliva all over his hairy cock. I sucked on his tip again, tongue swirling around the sensitive pink mushroom. “Who’s next?”

I looked over my shoulder to see Yuta undoing his pants. He’d been horny for me the second he laid eyes on me. I couldn’t wait to see if he could handle me.

I stood, pushing Johnny away as his fingers tugged at my jacket. I slipped it off, letting it fall to the floor as I walked over to Yuta, pushing him to sit onto the roof of a shiny black Porsche.

“Fucking pervert,” I breathed against his lips as his hands palmed my ass. “Haven’t been able to keep your hands off me, can you? Can’t wait to let me suck you dry?”

“Prove it.” His hands fell to his side as my hands went under his shirt to feel his abs. He was soft, smooth. A scent like ocean breeze and cloves right up into my sinuses as we kissed, my left hand slipping down his front to find a smooth, warming cock. “Anyone can choke on a giant cock.”

“Fuck you,” Johnny said. He groaned as I heard the wet noises of him stroking himself. “You’re going to cum the second she licks your balls.”

“Let’s see,” I said, smiling up at Yuta as he grabbed my hair, tugging my neck back. I whined, hands grasping onto his thighs for leverage. “Asshole.”

“Suck it,” he cooed out gently. Hissing with a loud exhale as I swirled my tongue around his tip. It poked against the left side of my cheek. I glided my tongue up against his sweet cock. Gathering saliva in my hand to stroke his base. “Fuck, you’re no fucking joke.”

I lifted his cock as I sucked his left nut before licking the right, using both hands to massage his shaft and tip.

“You’re a greedy fuck,” I said as I stood up, continuing to massage his tip with the tips of my fingers. “All about you and everything all over your cock.”

He pulled me in for a kiss, arms wrapping around my waist. Pervert sucking up my spit, making it a point to get a good taste of Johnny as his tongue explored my mouth.

“Go on, pick the next one,” Yuta said, releasing me, hands pulling my sweater off. “Whose dick will taste better than mine? Hm?”

I felt a hand palm my left breast, feeling blood rush up to my brain, making it hard for me to focus. A soft kiss on my shoulder as a pair of hands led me out of Yuta’s hot hold.

“Come on, pretty girl,” Jungwoo said, hands unhooking my bra from behind. “Press those pretty tits between my dick. Johnny, can I cum on her face?”

He looked away from me, standing up straight as he looked over at Johnny.

“You just want a titty job?” Johnny asked.

“We’re only cumming once?”

My whole body flared up like I'd been struck by lightning as I looked down at Jungwoo tugging his pants off. His pink cock wasn’t as hairy or thick as Johnny’s, but he was much longer than Yuta.

I was beginning to look forward to comparing the taste of their cocks. See whose cock fit my mouth the best. Jungwoo began pulling his clothes off, eyes on my body as he reached out to palm my tit.

“Jungwoo,” I said, hand reaching up to caress his muscular arms, “your body is amazing.”

“Thank you,” he said, face flushing pink. “I don’t have tits like you. Your body is amazing.”

I laughed against his lips as he pulled my body against his. His kisses were soft, he moaned when his tongue parted my lips.

“I’d love your tits around my dick,” he requested softly, hand stroking my neck.

I wanted to suck his dick dry, because he was so soft and gentle, but if he wanted a titty fuck…

I got down onto my knees, hands cupping my breasts as I wrapped them around his wet, squiggly cock. Holding my tits firmly around Jungwoo, I spat out to get some lube onto his tip.

The whole room was filled with low groans. My head snapped up as I saw all six men staring at me.

In that moment, spit gliding down between my tits and Jungwoo’s cock, I finally realized that I was fucking 6 guys.

All of them enjoying the sight of me.

Jungwoo moaned, hands scooping my hair up into a ponytail as his left hand held my hair secure. His hips thrust against me.

“So pretty,” he panted, praising me continually as his cock lit up my chest. “So fucking pretty. Your tits. Lovely.”

“My turn,” Jeno said loudly, hand wrapping around my arm as I felt Jungwoo’s breathing grow shallow. “Jesus, Jungwoo, learn to hold it in longer.”

Jungwoo’s whimpered, shriveling as I left his body. On my feet, I couldn’t stop staring at Jungwoo. Sweat was gliding down his bare chest, perfect nipples hardened as he nodded at me. Fighting to keep his eyes open as he breathed heavily through his mouth.

“I’ll cum later.”

“Pretty, pretty lips,” Jeno said softly as he pushed me to sit on top of a black Ferrari. Fingers groping my cheeks as his palm pressed up against my chin. “Been a while since I’ve had such pretty lips on my cock.”

My eyes shut, feeling his sweet sugary lips over mine. His mouth was clean, free from the cock musk of his 3 friends. I sucked on his lips, loving the sweetness over my sinuses and taste buds. He moaned onto my tongue as my hands palmed his stiff cock through his pants.

“More bark than bite,” I breathed against his neck before sucking on his porcelain skin. Tongue gliding up against his Adam’s apple, feeling his heartbeat against the tip of my tongue. “Make sure you never forget these pretty lips.”

He was quick to be rid of all of his clothes. He pulled me up to my feet before he pulled my leggings and panties off, stating I needed to be naked for him.

Kissing up and down his shaft, I shut my eyes, savoring the special earthy taste of Jeno. He was like a woodsy forest, dewy and mossy, filling my senses with his calming scent. Smooth cock, thick and hot against my lips.

Licking up and down his big dick, I opened my eyes to see him with furrowed eyebrows, mouth hanging open with intense focus on me. Lips finding the thick blue vein on the left side of his cock, I sucked on it gently before licking my tongue against it, savoring the way the vein pulsed angrily against my taste buds.

Fingers from both of his hands fisted into my hair as I swallowed his tip, loosening my jaws, wanting to take all of him in. He breathed evenly as he shoved my head back and forth on his cock.

“So fucking pretty,” he panted, grip on my hair tightening, sending blood right up to my scalp as he thrust his tip back and forth against my throat, paying no mind to me gagging and spitting onto him, “Jungwoo’s right, you’re so fucking pretty.”

He released my hair as my hands pushed against his hips. I coughed inhaling air, mouth free from his thick cock. Hands stroking him as I blinked away tears from my eyes. My entire vision blurred when I was choking on his cock. My nipples and clit were throbbing, wanting a cock to be rough on my pussy too.

“Saving the best for last,” Hendery said, hands smooth as he pulled off his black leather vest, revealing a tan body, six pack abs glistening with sweat. Pecks smooth and firm. “Consider me warm up for your childhood friend.”

Jeno had me in his arms as he planted kisses onto my tits. An electric jolt hit my clit as Jeno wrapped his mouth around my left tit and sucked hard on it. My mind blanked as my whole focus fell onto the unbearable pain of Jeno grinding his teeth onto my swollen nub.

I moaned, feeling another mouth clamp around my right breast. Hendery sucked hard, his teeth giving my right tit the same pleasure Jeno gave my left.

“She’s good,” Hendery said through gritted teeth, hand shoving against Jeno’s chest.

I giggled, hands holding onto Hendery’s shoulders as  he stepped me away from Jeno’s possessive hold. His lips went to suck on my neck before landing over my lips. Hand on my chin, he broke our kiss. Lips almost as sweet as Jeno.

His hands roamed down my back, groping my ass before caressing my sides and tits. His mouth returned to my tits, eyes barely open as he continually kissed and licked my fleshy mounds. I shut my eyes, blood rushing up my back when he made eye contact with me, tongue licking my left tit.

“I want to play with you so much,” he said softly, fingers pressing up against my slit. My hips shook as I pushed myself closer to him. “Show me how good you can suck my dick, first. Kinky little thing.”

Obedient to his gentle order, I got down onto my knees, hands helping him tug his pants down as he sat down onto the table. Shutting my eyes as I wrapped my mouth around his citrusy musk, like inhaling oranges as his tip twitched down my throat, tickling my tonsils.

“Yes, so good.” His soft hisses encouraged me to keep bobbing back and forth. The taste of his cock was addictive, I wanted to keep sucking, as if his cock was an orange creamsicle. I wanted the foamy white stuff. “Fuck.”

His voice pitched up high, palm resting at the crown of my head as I sucked faster, left hand massaging his balls.

“How do you like it?” I asked, inhaling loudly when I let go of his tasty cock. My tongue lapped up sloppily against his balls as I fisted his shaft, stroking fast, chest swelling as Hendery’s hips shook and he whined. “Kinky enough for you, Hendery?” “Better not cum,” Johnny spoke up. “Hend, get it together man.”

“She’s a good cock sucker.” Hendery groaned, hands on my shoulders to pull me away from his cock. My jaw was hurting, knees feeling numb and raw, but the shy half smile he gave me sent a sharp surge of energy into me. I wanted to keep sucking him off. Find out if Hendery’s cum tasted as good as his cock. “Fuck, you’re a good cock sucker.”

“Thank you,” was all I could say, cheeks flushing.

“Come on.” Soft baritone reverberating down my spine as a pair of hot hands pulled at my hips, away from Hendery. “I’ve dreamed of this moment for months.”

“Jisung.” I turned around to see him with sweaty hair, damp tendrils falling over his eyes. I moaned as his fingers glided up and down my sides. His hand landed on my shoulder. “I-i…are you sure you want to do this with me?” His hand over my right led me to his stiff cock, smooth and hot. His eyes closed, his head tilted up into the air, hissing as I stroked down on him. I kept stroking him, feeling tears welling at the corners of my eyes.

Chest shaking, I wanted to please Jisung. I wanted to taste him. I knew he’d taste better than anyone else, but…

Blinking away the tears, I fell to my knees. Mouth kissing his tip, I laughed against his cock as it twitched. Tongue swirling around his tip, I stroked the bottom of his shaft before kissing his cock well. I wanted to know every centimeter of his cock against my lips, never forget Jisung’s cock.

His groan rang deep into me when I pushed his cock into my mouth. Thick tip engulfing the entirety of my mouth as I tried to suck in more. Tongue lapping up against him as best as I could. Savoring his earthy musk, licking up his bitter sweat. Making my mouth pool, pussy just as wet.

Tears leaking out the corners of my eyes as I looked up at him, hands massaging his balls. I tried to steadily suck his cock, but I felt a shiver ride up my back.

Releasing him, I let out a sob. I landed down on my ass, legs tucked under me as I wiped my tears away. Jisung called out my name, stooping down to pick me up.

I felt at least 3 pairs of hands on my body as I got onto my feet. Shaking my head, I thought of the glint of pride in his eyes when he said he needed a fighter.

“Fuck me, Jisung,” I said, sitting on the edge of the table. “Anywhere and any way. Who wants the other hole?” “Fuck, look at how kinky you are,” Hendery said, body pressed up against my left side, fingers fondling my folds. He hissed when I moaned, body hot with pleasure. “I knew you were kinky.”

“Yuta’s got dibs on the asshole,” Yuta said, pulling me back onto my feet.

“Of course.” I laughed as I felt his arms wrap around my waist, lips on my neck.

Yuta laid down onto the edge of the Porsche, hand fisting his cock, keeping himself hard. Jisung helped me get onto the car, hands unable to stop groping my body, fingers teasing my folds. Lips on my body as I laid on top of Yuta, back to Yuta.

My mind blanked as Jisung stood over me, bending over so he can position his cock against my pussy. Looking up at him, seeing sweat drip down his chin, gliding down the sides of his face, my whole body throbbed along to Yuta’s heartbeat underneath me. Head falling against Yuta’s chest as I felt Jisung's thick cock slide into my wet hole.

“Sucking that much dick makes you wet.” Jisung grunted, hands firmly holding onto my hips. I mewled, feeling him go in deeper, cock squirming as my walls enveloped him. Palming my tit, he nodded as he stilled inside of me. “Fucking precious cunt, you're mine.”

“Ji-jisung,” I moaned. Eyes shut, my hands squeezed his arms as I felt Yuta guiding the tip of his cock into my ass. “Yuta, y-you didn’t-lube-or-prep-”

“I’ll be slow,” he breathed against my ear. The knots in my stomach twirled tight as I felt two throbbing cocks fill both my holes. “So tight.”

“Get to sucking,” Johnny ordered, hand fisting my hair as he directed my mouth to his cock. He stood beside the low sitting car, cock right against my face. I moaned, refusing to break eye contact with him as I took more of him in, trying my best to loosen my throat and jaws. He groaned, controlling me with his fist in my hair. “Good girl. I’ll trust you when you swallow my cum.”

My entire body was ablaze. All I could focus on was trying to breathe through my nose as Johnny’s massive cock assaulted my throat, my neck straining. Senses overloaded as I struggled to breathe or taste anything but Johnny's salty cock.

My pussy was aching. Jisung didn’t give any shits how Yuta’s cock was affecting me. His thrusts were relentlessly fast as he chased for his release. Hands kneading my tits as he groaned out praises over how good my pussy was. Moaning around Johnny’s cock, he benefitted from the ways Jisung fucked me.

Yuta’s ragged breaths shaking under me sent chills deep into me, slow careful thrusts against my asshole creating deep ripples of pressure into my guts. Relentlessly slow and pleasurable, I moaned onto Johnny’s cock again.

My grip on Jisung’s thighs tightened as I felt Johnny’s hot cum spurt into my mouth. Holding my head still with both hands Johnny grunted as he shoved his cock down my throat.

“Swallow it,” he commanded, voice sharp. “Swallow.”

Obeying I gulped as best as I could with his cock keeping my mouth open. Gulping again when his cock left. He laughed as he got down and kissed me, tongue lapping all over lips and chin. He hummed against my lips before letting me go.

“Fuck, Jisung, she’s one hell of a fuck.” Johnny’s heavy panting intensified the shivers down my back with every thrust of Yuta’s throbbing cock inside my asshole. “Fuck, get to it Jungwoo.”

Yuta cummed, hips thrusting up hard, interrupting Jisung’s fast strokes. I gasped, whining as Yuta’s tip pressed up hard into me. Such a hard thrust, it felt like he hit the back of my cervix. I barely had mind to notice Jisung getting off, cursing as he glared at Yuta.

I whined, feeling Yuta’s cum heat up my ass. Eyes shut, I bit my bottom lip as the tingles rode up my back into my guts.

It wasn’t until his lips were against me did I realize that Jisung had me in his arms. Yuta had given me to Jisung once he got his release.

What a fucking gentleman.

Jisung’s soft lips on me brought my mind back to him. I wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking him gently, hoping he hadn’t gotten hurt with Yuta’s greedy fucking.

“Jeno, let her sit on your lap.” Jisung let me go as he looked over to Jeno. He smiled, hand fisting his cock. “Put on a good show.”

“About fucking time,” Jeno said, taking my hands as he sat down on the Ferrari. Hands fondling my breasts as he pulled me onto his lap. “Gorgeous body. Soft tight pussy. Let’s get it, Jungwoo.”

I shivered, heat riding down my back as Jeno’s teeth nipped my earlobe. Tongue gliding down the side of my neck. Left hand squeezing my tit as his right hand parted my legs wider with every soft caress down the inside of my thighs.

“Fuck.” I moaned, whimpering as the pads of his fingers stroked up and down against my aching clit. Tip of his middle finger sinking into my pussy. “Jeno, I like how you handle me.”

“I know,” he whispered against my ear, tongue teasing the shell, “so hot deep in here. For me, yeah? For me.”

I moaned as his finger went in deep, thumb rubbing against my clit. Lips on the pulse at the side of my neck, Jeno’s fingers left my pussy. Instantly, his cock was parting my lips, tip prodding against my clit.

“Time to multitask,” Jungwoo said, stepping forward, eyes fixed on my face. His lovely, big brown eyes scanned down my body, long slender fingers massaging my tit. “So pretty, I want to see those pretty lips on me.”

“Yes Jungwoo.” One hand caressing his abs, fingers collecting his hot sweat as I curled them into a fist before laying my palm flat to marvel his abs again. My other hand wrapped around his long cock. Hot thing pulsating, wet with clear precum leaking out the tip.

Tip of my tongue flicking against his tip, I tried to rub my taste buds against him, taste every bit of Jungwoo. I want to see if I could get those giant puppy eyes to bulge out, surprised with how good my mouth is. He whimpered, hands gently bobbing my head up and down as he thrust against my mouth.

“Fuck, suck him good,” Jeno breathed out, hands on my hips as he bounced me on his cock. I whined onto Jungwoo’s cock as I felt Jeno’s middle finger flicking my clit. “Cum on my cock. Cum on me.”

Trying to stroke Jungwoo’s shaft as I sucked on his balls, I tried not to get lost in the way Jeno’s cock was sending mind melting thrusts into me. Giant cock rearranging my insides as his fingers mashed my clit around like an elevator button.

I sucked hard when Jungwoo came, his hands holding onto my head as he stilled. Cute thing was silent when his cock softened in my mouth. His beautiful long fingers caressed my cheeks as he let me go. Silently walking away to pick up his clothes as Jeno stood us up.

He turned us around, my knees and palms hitting the top if the Ferrari. Hands on my hip Jeno pushed himself balls deep into me. One hand reaching for my right tit, he thrust back and forth hard. First time, I cried as the motions of his cock turned my vision red. Second time, we moaned together as he pulled me up against him, hand kneading my tit.

“Fuck, you’re pretty,” he panted, hand on my shoulder to push me forward, forcing me to plant my hands against the Ferrari again. Left hand on my hip as his hips slapped my ass. “Make me cum.”

“Jeno!” He spanked me. First on the right side and then the left.

“Tight cunt,” he panted with a guffaw. He kept spanking me with his cast iron skillet palms, red heat reverberating so deep into me my insides shook like Quasimodo ringing the bells of Notre Dame. My walls constricted around his cock again. He groaned as he quickened his pace. “Fuck, make me cum.”

By his own accord, he came as he spanked my asscheeks into bright red hot plates. Cock heating up hotter - like thick molten lava - in my belly before he pulled out and spilled his cum over my ass, smearing his cock against my thighs when he finished cumming. All I could feel and smell was Jeno's musk. Body reverberating with undiluted pleasure.

“Territorial shit,” Hendery said, pulling me away from Jeno. “You don’t always have to mark things when you cum.”

“Get it over with,” Jeno panted out, sitting back down onto the hood of the now fucked up Ferrari, eyes barely open. Sweaty back making squeaky noises as he laid down on it, completely naked.

Hendery rested his back against another black car - another Ferrari - as he kissed me. His soft kisses sent calming shivers down my body. His gentle touches on my body relaxing my muscles.

“Don’t think I’m done with you,” Jisung breathed against my ear before I felt him kiss the back of my shoulder.

I yelped, honeyed swoon as he tugged my ass against him, hand on my lower back guiding me to lean down closer to Hendery’s cock. Hendery’s citrusy musk consumed my senses as I took hold of his cock, licking up against the underside of his wet stick. My tongue glided over the parting of his ballsack, sucking up his sweet fresh musk as I felt Jisung glide his cock against the puffy lips of my pussy.

Hips shaking, I was ready to cum. Moaning into Hendery’s cock, I thrust my hips back, wanting Jisung’s cock to ruin me.

They both praised me as Hendery moaned at my mouth sucking on his smooth cock and Jisung sunk his cock into my wet pussy. Stroking Hendery hard, I licked around his tip, hoping he would come fast. My mouth was aching and my back was shaking, legs feeling weak.

Most of all I wanted to savor Jisung fucking me. His cock was heating my insides like the best cup of coffee on a chilly winter morning. Keeping me comfortably warm with every stroke into me.

Without warning, Hendery cummed into my mouth. Hands keeping my head still as he ordered me to swallow him.

“Swallow it good,” he said, similarly to Johnny. “Swallow, good girl. Good - fucking - girl.”

He fondled my breasts - soft fingers rolling my sensitive nubs around like marbles - as Jisung continued to fuck me. My hands grasped onto Hendery’s hips as I shut my eyes, moaning as Jisung’s cock radiated up into my stomach and up to my chest.

Hips thrusting against Jisung, I moaned as my entire body was hot and sweaty, lost in complete sex and lust. The stench of all 6 men all over me with my own sloppy sex all over the Bat Cave.

My back was pressed to Jisung’s front as he bent over, fingers intertwined with mine as he wrapped our arms around my waist. His thrusts were relentless, hips slapping roughly against my ass. He grunted, arms pulling me tighter against him as he came. Cum lighting up inside me, dripping down my legs.

"Jisung." I inhaled shakily as his cock left me. I fell to my knees, palms against the concrete to catch my fall. "Holy fuck, Jisung."

“You did great,” Jisung panted out, throwing a large trench coat over my shoulders, picking me up in his arms. “I told you, you’re a fighter.”

“Jisung,” I panted out, eyes roaming over the Batman symbol on the wall behind us adorned on the wall, “do you trust me now?"

Forehead against mine he nodded. A soft kiss on the lips. A calming warmth rode over my aching body, completely stuffed with cum. Sex filth all over me as all six Johnny, Yuta, Jungwoo, Hendery, Jeno and Jisung left me in ruins. Comfortably in Jisung’s arms.

"For today."

* * * THE END * * * Thank U 4 Reading! Like, reblog and send in Ask if you liked it!

[angel-eyes05]

i remember his hands - preview

PAIRING: kang the conqueror x fem!reader

SUMMARY: after a scientific experiment goes horribly wrong, you've been transported to the quantum realm and have been stuck there for the past decade. with no company, aside from janet van dyne, your life changes forever when a mysterious man in a golden ship crash lands next to your settlement. startled with his initial presence, you two have a rocky start. but as time goes on, you two find each other slowly drawn to one another. you have secrets though, and he has a past he refuses to bring up. can you two make it through navigating an unknown world together, discovering any ulterior motives, and stand the test of time in a place where time has no meaning at all?

INFO: slow romantic burn, pretty fast sexual burn, kinda enemies to lovers????, takes place during that little flashback janet has during quantumania, idk how accurate this is gonna be to canon stuff cause i get very confused about the quantum realm lol, reader is in mid to late 20s while kang is in his “early 30s” (ik he like technically doesn't age or whatever idk the lore but i just made it accurate to jonathan majors age and wanted to give an accurate age range/gap/count), y/k is very fleshed out like i give her everything lol

WARNING: implied su!c!dal thoughts

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 570

NOTES: hi there!!!! did i make an account just so i could post this? yes, yes i did, and what about it. I was looking for quantumania!kang fics and turns out, theres like 3-4!! so i was like, hey why not. please don't judge my writing cause this is the first fic i’ve written…like ever lol. also, please suspend your disbelief for this, like don’t question why they have working appliances or whatever or that i made up names for the monsters or something, cause 1) idk how to explain that stuff and 2) that's not the main focus sooooo yeah. but, nonetheless, i hope you guys enjoy, if anyone even reads this at all even though this is mainly for my sake lol.

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It’s been ten years. Ten years since it all went wrong and you landed in this wretched place. Ten years since you’ve had a decent meal and been able to sleep soundly without having to worry about the creatures of the quantum realm getting you in the night. It got slightly better around seven years ago when you found Janet Van Dyne, someone who had experience in navigating this strange world. About 30 years of experience in fact. The thought of you being down here for that long made you nauseous. 

Every day was the same. Wake up, check the settlement perimeter, help Janet with breakfast, hunt surrounding mites, occasionally go into town to trade for parts, eat dinner, then go to bed. Thank god Janet was there or else you might’ve gone insane by now. All this repetition was not your style at all.

You missed life up above. You missed going out with your friends. You missed running into people at the grocery store you haven’t seen since elementary school. You missed your yearly trip to New York during Christmas and seeing everything so festive. It sounds pretentious but it was the truth.

But what you missed most of all was San Francisco. It sounds stupid but you loved it there more than anything. You loved how the flowers would bloom during the springtime. You missed feeling the wind through your hair, as aggressive as it would be at times. You missed going to the beaches. Being in the cool water, feeling the sand in between your fingers and toes, being kissed by the sun. God, you missed the sun. Everything was so dark down here. So…hopeless. Thank god Janet was there or you might’ve…

There wasn’t any point in thinking like that anymore. You had accepted life the way it was. It wasn’t like you had a solid plan for making it back home anyways. As much as you did miss it, it wasn’t like the power of hope, love, and friendship would make a quantum tunnel appear out of thin air. Even if you could find someone selling the necessary pieces to power the tunnel, they would probably be listing it at way too high of a price for you to apprehend it. So for now, and probably for the rest of your life (however long of that left you had, time was strange down here), all the good you can do is try to protect yourself, keep Janet company, and stare at the stars, or whatever you wanted to call them. 

That's exactly what you decided to do before heading off to bed. After checking the surroundings of the settlement for mites, you sat next to the closest thing you could call a creek and just stared up at the engulfing darkness. The tranquility this activity brought you allowed you to sleep soundlessly, without an unknown creature coming out of the shadows to attack you. While staring up at the twinkling lights, you see one of them in the distance that appears to be moving closer to you. As it gets closer, you can make it out as a circular, golden ship. It crash lands about 300 feet away, causing the earth around you to shake. Curiosity takes over you as you decide to start heading over to the crash sight, unaware about how much the repetition of your life you always complained about was about to dissolve.

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NEXT PART

A/N: hiiiiii, so that was the quick little preview, i hope you liked it. i’m gonna be honest im very nervous about posting this lol 😭. but i hope you enjoyed it. chapter 1 should come out shortly after i post this so i hope you’ll stick around for the rest of the series!!!

[wangmiao]

Tag someone you want to know better OR just want to say hello to!

Tagged by @godotismissingx thank you so much!

Favourite color: blueish green or greenish blue, like that color in my miaomiao icon

Last song: lol idk, some random epic instrumental music...i'm honestly too old to really follow current music trend, and i'm rarely in the mood that i was in a decade ago to really need those old music again. the only time i'm really into something is either the OST (both instrumental and songs) or other music that can remind me of a show/film. i'm mostly like zhang luyi in his recent interview, he said he just let the "browser" pick something random and listen to it lol. i usually just go on youtube and search "epic music", you know, those symphony or instrumental music that you usually hear in movie trailers or as game bgm, and click on whichever "epic music for an hour" video that comes up first.

Last movie: no more bets (the cmovie about people being forced into internet scams). it's a lot better than i expected, and much much better than lost in the stars which is another hit crime cmovie in the summer.

Currently watching: just finished the german thriller liebes kind (dear child) and season 2 of the chelsea detective. not watching anything now, but i might watch the walking dead spin off for daryl dixon because i want to see if adam nagaitis will have any intense scenes with norman lol. also i might resume belief because i want to see if it's really that gay like people in the zhang luyi fandom say.

Currently reading: none, just three-body fanfics whenever i'm up to it. i might start to re-read the three-body trilogy if tibetan sea flower won't air in oct as the latest rumor says.

Currently working on: i don't think gifs count... but i have this scene of miaomiao holding the umbrella for ding yi as raw gifs for a while. i guess i really should continue working on that, but i don't know if anyone will be interested in it. so i just keep skipping it.

Current obsession: THREE-BODY & ZHANG LUYI. i've been obsessed since jan 2023, and still very much obsessed, which never ever happened to me before. usually i'd lose the same level of interest in something after three months or at least i train myself to quickly get over something because fandoms move on so quickly nowadays (eg. the king of pigs).

tagging @bahoreal @xinxiaojie @zhivchik @yohankang only if you haven't done one recently or if you want to do it. also tagging any other followers or mutuals who wants to do it.

[vecnuthy]

15 questions, 15 people

Thank you for the tag @superblysubpar 🖤

1. Are you named after anyone?

Yep! A witch and, technically, a pomeranian, since my parents weren't sure they'd be able to have me.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Like an hour or so ago, thanks to this fic by @cheatghost (thank you for the pain)

3. Do you have kids?

No, and idk if I ever will. It's never been on the agenda.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Like air

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Eyes, if they're close enough, or hair. How they carry themselves is pretty evident, too.

6. What's your eye color?

Grey with enough green to make things interesting

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings, I guess

8. Any special talents?

Nope, unless you count being able to close my eyes one at a time like a baby doll. It's unnerving, and I love freaking people out with it.

9. Where were you born?

Tennessee

10. What are your hobbies?

Actively? Gardening when the season is right (god I miss it so much) and I like embroidery and nail polish. Steddie fics and listening to music are dominating my free time currently, though.

11. Do you have any pets?

Two kitties 🖤🤍

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I played volleyball from elementary through high school, and I still miss it over a decade later (but I can't bring myself to sacrifice my nails to take it back up). I did basketball for a while too, but volleyball was it.

13. How tall are you?

5'7"

14. Favorite subject in school?

Historyyyyyy, but not that whitewashed Protestant Reformation bs I was force-fed

15. Dream job?

"Being a trustfund baby because I don't dream about labor" is the truthful answer. Something creative/rewarding with my hands is closer to a realistic response, but I've never known what I wanted to do. If political science weren't so fucking frustrating, maybe that, or counseling. God, geology would've been fun.

15 no pressure tags plus anyone who cares to join! (sorry if you've been tagged already) - @harmonictechnicality @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @idkmanijustwannawrite @witchy-munson @ghosttownwherenoonegoes @sattlersquarry @greenishghostey @trashmouth-richie @stevebabey @paranoidmunson @asbealthgn and anybody else who wants to do the thing mwah

[mealesbiaatqueamemus]

🤍🏳️‍🌈🧯🧪🐣🕳️

YAYYY finally i get asks after.,. turning on the asks

ask game here

🤍- has religion played a part in your sex life? are you into blasphemy or worship during sex?

my original answer was "no not really, we're both areligious," BUT Then i remembered that i'm kind of spiritual and consider sex a form of meditation. so idk if that counts ?

🏳️‍🌈- what's your favorite thing about sapphic sex?

hmm. this is a good question bc to me this is the only type of sex, i don't know any other way! it's like "what's your favorite thing about air." i guess it's the mutual understanding of each other. it's also very healing for me, to be loved and acknowledged exactly how i want to be (and return that feeling to my butch!)

also, the flexibility and freedom. one of the saddest things about general cultural understanding of 'sex' is that there's one specific definition. like, when i was in high school (under a decade ago) my health teacher (who was kind of an ass whose whole schtick was being a rightwinger in a liberal area) said "sex is penis in vagina. gay people never lose their virginity because they don't have sex." which, aside from being factually inaccurate saying that gay people would never be in a position to have piv, is just such a limited view. hetero culture defines sex as either piv, or penetration by penis/penis-adjacent thing.

my sex doesn't have piv or receiving penetration, but it's still sex. i don't have that rigidity in my head saying "well i'm being openly vulnerable to my partner naked getting or giving orgasms but it's not real sex because we're not doing xxx" it's so stupid, limiting, and devaluing a real relationship just because the sex is not some dude jackhammering against a cervix for 2.5 minutes :P

🧯- what's the fastest way to turn you off?

anything degrading or violent. i'm not into that at all, i'm too vanilla uwu

i also have a VERY SPECIFIC trigger that some ppl have as a kink/fantasy/fetish that i don't even mention explicitly online bc i know how assholes purposefully trigger people. if, somehow, i ever had a partner who found this specific thing sexy, presumably this would be after i have already divulged my traumatic experience and i'd be out the door so fast

🧪- talk about a time when you or a lover tried something new during sex.

first time i wore the strap! i'm getting better at it lol but it's veryy fun. even though my legs/glutes KILL the next day. when it comes to the strap, i'm the top.

plus, when you wear the strap you get to do this

iykyk. but i think everyone trying out a strap w/ a harness has this experience XD

🐣- if you're trans, how do you feel it impacts your sex life?

i'm cis ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ however, i'm a femme and have been masculinized by other people throughout my life (predominantly due to body hair, lack of makeup, and fashion) and being recognized as a femme is very important to me. thankfully my butch gf is very affirming <3

🕳️- do you enjoy penetration? if so, where and with what? giving or receiving?

i have medical & psychological reasons i'm unable to receive penetration,, it's very painful and traumatic for me. this is something i was very upfront about with my gf before we started getting sexual. i make the mistake of reading very heterocentric forums for ppl with my conditions and it's nonstop venting about women who say they're broken bc they can't be penetrated and their boyfriends/husbands leaving them bc they can't stick their dicks in.

that said, i will need to work up to receiving some penetration, not just sexually but medically. i do fantasize about what it would be like.

tysm for sending!!

[eternallytired17]

20 Questions for Writers:

Thank you @johnslittlespoon for the tag! This was very fun!

This is open to anyone else who wants to try!

How many works do you have on ao3?

I currently have four works on ao3, all from different fandoms.

What’s your total ao3 word count?

177,218 words so far!

What fandoms do you write for?

I am currently writing for Masters of the Air, and X-Men (Alternate Timeline).

Top 5 fics by kudos?

On Ao3:

Into the Cage (Prodigal Son) - 501 kudos

Remembrance (X-Men: Alternate Timeline) - 145 kudos

Amongst the Vines (Masters of the Air/Bridgerton) - 115 kudos

No Other Love (House of the Dragon) - 114 kudos

On Fanfiction.net:

Remembrance (X-Men: Alternate Timeline) - 175,235 views, 399 favourites, 461 followers

Do you respond to comments?

Yes, I try my best to respond to all comments since I started posting again this year.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

It’s not finished, (I don’t know if it ever will) but I think that my planned ending for ‘Into the Cage’ would be pretty angsty, because they would rescue Malcolm, but have to shoot Martin in order to do so. I haven’t quite decided if I would kill off Martin, I feel like it would piss off a lot of readers, but it seems likely ‘cause I don’t have the same affection for him as others do.

What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

‘Amongst the Vines’ is probably the happiest, because they both got to fuck and are basically walking off into the sunset to go happily fuck some more.

Do you get hate on fics?

I thankfully haven’t received any hate on a fic. I’ve gotten some weird criticism before, where someone was unhappy with a brief time jump, which I didn’t agree with, so I just didn’t do anything about it.

Do you write smut?

I have recently started to write smut, and it has been an interesting learning curve. I consider myself to be somewhere on the asexual/aromantic spectrum, though I still think sex/romance/kink is nice in theory. I enjoy reading smut and gladly partake in the brainrot, so I thought I would try my hand at writing it. It’s been enormous fun so far, it makes people very happy and I’m learning a lot!

Craziest crossover?

I suppose the Masters of the Air and Bridgerton is the craziest I’ve written, 'cause it's the only crossover I've done. I’ve struggled with the fact that it’s originally American characters in a British setting and in a completely different time period, so in portraying our MOTA boys in the Bridgerton universe, I may be losing some of their characteristic speech patterns and slang, but I’ll have to make peace with that.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? 

Not to my knowledge.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

A reader translated ‘No Other Love’ into Spanish with my permission, and it was posted to Wattpad. I okayed a request a long time ago for ‘Remembrance’ to be translated into German, but I’ve never heard about what came of it.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope!

All time favourite ship?

Oh, that’s hard. It’s like choosing a favourite child. I’ve loved Cherik, Charles Xavier/Erik Lensherr, for over ten years, so I suppose that’s gotta win for being a constant and standing the test of time. I’ll let you know in ten years about Clegan. 

What’s a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I would love to finish my House of the Dragon wip, cause I’ve done so much work on it already, but it’s such a massive undertaking that I don’t think I would ever post any of the completed parts of it if there was no hope of finishing it.

I’m going to finish ‘Remembrance’ even if it’s the last goddamned thing I do. It's my baby.

What are your writing strengths?

Uh, idk. Not to toot my own horn, but I have used a thesaurus website religiously for over a decade, so I think I have a pretty good vocabulary while writing. Though recently I’ve discovered I’ve been using one or two words wrong for years (I thought 'minutely' meant 'slightly'). I’ve been told I create good ambience and/or ‘setting feel’ -I cannot for the life of me remember the exact word for what I’m trying to say, but ya feel me? I also feel like I’m pretty decent at dialogue, but finding the beats in a conversation can be difficult.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I have such a tough time with writing big action scenes without dialogue to divvy it up. I find it a bit boring to write without it. I feel like I write rather clinically, so I aspire to write more eloquently, of almost a poetic nature that touches upon the inner emotions of the characters by showing without telling. Ooof, ‘showing not telling’ is a tough one for me to attain.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I don’t mind it, but I don’t personally do it anymore. For those who do, I prefer if they have the English translation in italics next to where it was said in the text, rather than at the notes at the bottom, so that it keeps me in the rhythm of the story.

First fandom you wrote in?

X-Men (Alternate Timeline) was the first fandom I wrote in. I started planning/writing ‘Remembrance’ during the summer of 2015. I truly think that writing is what ultimately saved me, cause I was dealing with some very dark times mentally in my early teens, and my life changed dramatically for the better when I started ‘Remembrance’. It gave me something to be excited about, helped me through some traumatic life events that I shouldn't have had to deal with, and connected me an amazing community on fanfiction.net who I got to hear from regularly with each chapter release.

Favorite fic you’ve written?

I mean, ‘Remembrance’ is the OG and has so many years of work devoted to it. There are so many parts of myself embedded in it and has taught me so much about my own Dutch heritage. Laurien feels like an imaginary friend who's grown up and evolved with me instead of just a character on a page.

My second choice is ‘Amongst the Vines’ cause it was so much fun to write, it got me in touch with the lovely people of the MOTA writer community on Tumblr, and it combines together two of my current obsessions; Masters of the Air and Bridgerton.

[muertawrites]

Maybe (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Summary: Eddie is self-conscious about his scars from the Upside Down. Thankfully, he has you to remind him how beautiful he is.

Word Count: idk but definitely under 1k

Author's Note: dj pendeja is back, y'all. characters are aged up; eddie and reader met during the events of s4 and remained friends since (tiny bit of friends to lovers). posting unedited.

You've never seen Eddie shirtless. It's kind of a weird thought, considering you've been friends for close to a decade. You realize it while you're out one night, walking home from your favorite bar, and he jumps up to swing from the ladder of a fire escape; his shirt lifts just the slightest bit, revealing a shock of ghostly white skin beneath. Your memory becomes fixated on the flash of an image, and it's hard to get it out of your head.

You know he has scars - you'd been the one to help Dustin drag him out of the Upside Down. You saw for yourself the heinous gashes ripped through his shirt and into his flesh, his blood staining the fabric crimson. You'd sat with him countless hours in the hospital, watching the gory streak of lightning across his cheek heal and fade into nothing but an outline, a memory of the life he almost lost. He hates that scar; you can tell in the way he wears his hair a bit shaggier on that side, attempting to cover it up.

It's very likely he hates the rest of his scars as much as that one, and that's the reason you've never seen them.

Even when Eddie asks you out on a date, and that date becomes several dates, and those several dates become calling him your boyfriend, you still don't see him without a shirt. A week ago, when you had sex for the first time, he'd insisted on doing so in the dark. You remember the feeling of the raised skin along the sides of his torso, the way coaxed your hands to a different spot when your fingers inched too close to the remnants of his injuries. It breaks your heart, but you can't admit that - you don't want him to feel any guilt for his fear, which you know he will if you do.

Maybe you love him.

That's a very scary thing to think about.

He stayed over at your apartment last night, and you wake to an empty bed. The summer air is already sweltering, the dusty old floor fan in the corner of your tiny bedroom doing little to dispel the heat. You peel yourself off your mattress with a groan, making your way into the kitchen, where you can hear Eddie making enough noise to wake the whole complex.

You stop, suddenly wide awake, when you're met with the naked expanse of his back. Cracked scar tissue makes its way up his sides, with matching blotches torn into his shoulder blades.

He turns, catching you there, and you stand in stunned silence, staring at each other.

The scars on the front of his torso aren't much different, but are many, covering most of his skin. One cuts across his right pec, a slash through the tattoo that was once there, making it entirely unrecognizable.

You raise your eyes to his face, meeting his wide brown irises in all their terror. His unruly hair is knotted at the nape of his neck; between his collarbones, his guitar pick rises and falls unevenly with his haggard, nervous breathing.

"... What was the tattoo?" you finally ask.

Eddie blinks, his head shaking a little in surprise.

"... What?" he breathes.

"Your tattoo. What was it of? You know, before... before the Upside Down."

He clears his throat. After a long, deep breath, he makes his way closer to you, fighting the urge to cross his arms over his chest.

"It was a demon's head," he tells you. "It uh..."

He pauses to chuckle.

"It looked a lot like Vecna, actually."

You smile - a soft, tentative smile - and reach to run your fingers over the space where it used to be.

"Probably best it's gone, then," you say. "You should get something new."

Eddie laughs at that, his trembling hands falling to your hips.

"I've never even let you see my scars," he reminds you. "You think I'm gonna subject a stranger to this freak show?"

Your brows furrow, your whole expression dropping at his choice of words. He refuses to meet your eye, and you're left to sway him the one way you know for certain will get through to him.

You drop to your knees.

"Eddie, baby..."

You start to caress his marred sides, your lips trailing tenderly over each mound of scarred flesh you find.

"You got these scars protecting the people you loved. People you barely knew, but still held sacred. I wouldn't be alive if you hadn't got these scars. Vecna wouldn't be dead without these scars. They're the last thing you should ever be ashamed of."

When you stand back up, he meets your lips with a kiss, pulling you in close and holding you tightly against him. You smile at him as you separate, fingers twined within the bundle of hair behind his head.

"You don't think they're ugly?" Eddie asks. His voice is uncharacteristically meek. You shake your head.

"I think they're the most beautiful things I've ever seen," you reply. And it's the truth - you've never been able to lie to him.

"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

He kisses your nose. You know he can't take a compliment, but the flush in his cheeks and the flutter in his heartbeat tell you all you need to know. You giggle.

"That was cheesy even for you," you snark, a loving gleam in your eye.

He doesn't respond. Instead, he wraps you in his arms - close, tight, and with purpose, hugging you as if remembering how close he was to losing you. Maybe he is.

Either way, you hold him just as firmly, pressing kisses into the scarred skin of his shoulder.

You could stay like this forever.

And maybe you will.

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[kate-komics]

Stranger Things Fantasy AU

Eddie the Banished

Pairing: Steddie (King Steve x Eddie the Banished/Demon Eddie)

Word Count: 4.4k

Rating: M

Co-Author (my beloved) @sosarahtonin

Summary: The low-ranking knight Steve Harrington was proclaimed king of the land by a prophecy from the Gods... Or so that is what was said. A reluctant ruler takes on the role gifted to him by black magic and the corrupted heart of his ex-lover. Now, after years, the king seeks Eddie’s help once again.

Warnings: Like, so much angst. ✨ man pain✨ Mentions of violence and wounds (No descriptions) Swearing. Accusations of manipulation. I think that's it??

Authors' Note: We've been writing dumb little stories together for over a decade... and now we're sharing one. IDK if we're good at this or not but any feedback and constructive criticism are always welcome... just please be nice. This was very fun to write and I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as we did writing it.

Only got the one part written and planned but if people like it we'll continue with a few parts. Let's do this! Cover/ Banner by me! More fantasy AU art linked at the end of the story!

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The cave reeked of things long forgotten. The very essence of death made the air thick and heavy. He held back a gag with each breath, but still Steve continued on into the belly of the mountain. His left hand held a blazing torch and his right gripped the hilt of his sword, ready to draw it at any moment. Many feared what dwelled in this cave, and rightfully so. Steve knew better than to fear him, but he was wise enough to know he couldn’t be trusted. He’d lost Steve’s trust long ago.

Eddie.

Eddie the Banished. Eddie the demon. Eddie the savior, he was called by some. In a way, they were right to call him a savior. This kingdom would very well be ash if Eddie hadn't done what he’d done. If he hadn’t turned himself into a monster to save them all. 

It had been 2 years since they’d defeated Vecna. Two years since Steve was proclaimed the new King. Two years since Steve had seen Eddie last. 

Steve had merely been a low-ranking knight when they first met. Eddie, a training alchemist that rarely left the castle's dungeon. Their introduction, Steve recalled, hadn’t been memorable except for the fact that it had been him. Their brief handshake wouldn’t have stood out to him if it hadn’t been for intricate silver rings, sparkling brown eyes, and that sly smirk that never seemed to leave Eddie’s face for long. It hadn’t been a hardship for Steve to work closely with the alchemist as they tried to take down the evil that spilled out of the Upside Down. Demogorgans and demodogs plagued the lands. Steve had felt equipped to handle those threats- his mace and his sword never far from his side- but when they encountered the master of those creatures, the Shadow-Slinger, Steve had been far out of his depth. How could you defend against an evil that only attacked in the mind? Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately if you knew what was to come, Eddie had an idea.

Steve knew that he was useless assisting Eddie in his labs in the dungeon, but Eddie never seemed to mind if the charged looks and lingering touches they shared indicated anything. In those days even as they had all felt the noose of Vecna’s magic tighten around their necks, Steve couldn’t remember being happier than watching Eddie work tingling when the magician spared him a heated glance over his equipment.

The battle, in the end, had been so much more bizarre than Steve could have predicted. Three victims were taken by Vecna but pinned on Eddie, frothing the kingdom into a literal witch hunt. Steve and the party instantly moved to hide the alchemist, knowing him to be innocent. If Steve’s reasons for keeping Eddie safe expanded beyond the battle or their shared friendship with Dustin, well… no one but Steve needed to know that. In hiding, Eddie had put the finishing touches on his plan to defeat Vecna.

Nothing could have prepared them for what Eddie was willing to do. In fighting Vecna, Eddie had pushed himself far beyond what anyone thought he was capable of. The guilt still gnawed at Steve. He had seen the signs and did nothing, the idea of victory blinding him to what was happening to his friend. Something magnificent and horrible.

Eddie dabbled in the black magics of the realm. Long since forbidden practices thought to have come from the Upsidedown itself. No one knew how he got them and frankly no one cared, because of the awe-inspiring power those dark spells held. Eddie claimed this could be the only way to end it all. Trusting Eddie completely, Steve had enabled his descent into darkness.

They became unstoppable with Eddie’s ever growing power. He’d become so much more than a simple alchemist now, fighting an entire army of demonic bats alone while the others burned Vecna alive. Once the deed was done, Steve, Nancy, and Robin returned to the gate. The now completely quiet battlefield blanketed with the dead bodies of bats and various other demo-beasts. In the very center, an unfamiliar haunting figure stood, stretching out tattered wings. Steve remembers the numbness with which he’d drawn his sword- weary that there was yet another enemy in this godforsaken dimension.

“Wait!” Dustin had rushed to Steve’s side, yanking his arm. The young dwarf’s strength alone wouldn’t have stopped him, however, the pain on Dustin’s face gave Steve pause. “It’s him. It’s him. He…” Dustin had trailed off.

Steve looked at the ominous figure again. He dropped his sword when his eyes met Eddie’s. He’d gone too far. He’d pushed himself over the edge and was forever changed by the dreaded magic that saved them. Massive wings sprouted from his back. Small black horns now adorned his forehead and his hands lengthened into claws. A monster. Eddie collapses on the battlefield, joining his victims. Steve’s stomach had twisted sharply with guilt. He’d helped his friend become this. 

Gathering the fallen hero in his arms, Steve ignored the voice in the back of his head warning him that Eddie was dangerous now. No matter what he looked like now, Steve believed that Eddie was still himself underneath it all.

Steve had carried him back to the castle, the party hiding him deep within its walls. For weeks they nursed him back to health, changed his bandages, and brought him food. He had saved them all, he deserved to live. Once Eddie could finally speak he swore to never touch the black magics again, not that it would change anything. He could never see the light of day again, he was sentenced to hiding in the darkest parts of the castle, his eyes unable to handle the light.

Selfishly, Steve had clung to Eddie while he was forced to hide. Finally being able to make good on all of those charged looks. Steve had pretended not to notice Eddie’s increasing restlessness in his forced confinement, longing to be in his company without the threat of the Upside Down looming over them, to touch him the way he’d wanted for so long.

The months began to wear on, leaving Eddie despondent. That was yet another juncture where Steve had failed Eddie again, unable to give him purpose in his existence, unable to be enough to keep him from the darkness he was shrouded in.

Max had lost her sight and use of her legs in the battle. After a late-night visit from Eddie, she’d made a miraculous recovery. Most of the party chose to believe it was a miracle, but Steve saw past the joy. In his fear for Eddie, he had lashed out at him. “Another failure” the guilt never failed to remind him, remembering the way he’d yelled at Eddie for daring to touch the dreaded dark magic again. Even if was to do good, it always came at a cost.

The next morning King Kline gathered nearly the entire kingdom to the castle courtyard and proclaimed that he’d had a heavenly vision that told him to hand down his title to his bravest knight, Steve Harrington. Proclaiming this was the god's will, he placed the crown onto Steve’s head and then threw himself off the six-story high balcony into the crowd. 

Despite the oddity and horror of the situation, no one questioned the late King’s decision or subsequent death. Steve remained numb and emotionless as he spent the day being tossed around and prayed over. The prophesied king, they called him. Like he was some kind of blessing. Barely 20 years old and now the ruler of thousands.

Eddie seemed to have left the parties' minds untouched as they shared the same look of horror Steve did when he briefly caught their eye. He stood alone in the king's chambers, his chambers, that night.

Eddie found his way there through the balcony.

“Congratulations, your majesty,” the winged man spoke, his voice more gravelly and deep than ever before. It had sent shivers down Steve’s spine. 

“What did you do?” is all Steve’s voice had shaken, looking at his lover. Whatever spell he cast had done more damage to him. The darkest shade of black Steve had ever seen covered Eddie's fingers and crept up his arms. His eyes were glossy and pale. His horns had doubled in size and his ears now peeked out of his wild hair at a point.  He didn’t look like himself anymore, even his movements which used to be lithe if not erratic now looked like his limbs were being yanked along by unseen strings. Like something was driving Eddie’s body.

“I gave us a future,” Eddie takes a step towards him. Steve flinches at the gesture. “All of us. We deserve it. I won’t have to hide anymore. We won’t have to hide.”

Steve removed the crown and let it fall to the floor, “I-I don’t want this. Eddie…”

He didn’t want this responsibility. He never would have wished for this. He was happy to serve, to have his freedom. To keep his friends safe. To keep Eddie safe. He wasn’t a king. He didn’t know how to be a ruler. He didn’t want to be.

The golden crown rolled to Eddie’s feet. Twitching, Eddie picked it up, the metal creaking under his inhuman grasp, “I-I thought you’d be happy?”

“Happy?!” Steve’s jaw dropped, incredulous, “Eddie this is insane! You promised you wouldn’t ever touch that magic again. Just look at what it's done to you! What it’s cost you!”

“What it’s done to me?” The shadows grew around Eddie's feet, “So now you finally see me as a monster? I help you, I give you gifts no mortal man could and you say you don’t want them. This magic has made me more than I could ever have been before. I’m a hero. This kingdom should be bowing at my feet.”

“Eddie, please,” Steve dared to take a step toward the winged creature. The shadows exploded out from under him. Steve scrambled back in fear.

Eddie’s rage was over as soon as it began, the dark magic retreating back to the shadows. Regret painted his face as he trembled in horror at what he’d just done. What side of himself took over. 

“Steve I-” He started but couldn’t bring himself to finish. The anguish is so clear in his glossy eyes. Steve wanted to hold him. Tell him they’ll figure this out. That everything will be okay, but the blinding panic held him. Yet another failure 

Steve was suddenly thrown across the room by the thrust of Eddie’s wings, then, silence. Robin and Dustin had rushed into the room at the sound of crashing to see their new king cowering and crying in the corner. What had he done? His best friends stay in his room that night and he tells them everything. They don’t see Eddie for the next week. They start to believe they may never see him again.

They can’t undo what Eddie’s done, but they can make the best of it.

If Steve was cursed to rule, then he wouldn’t do so alone. Over the next weeks, Robin and Joyce are named his chief advisors. Nancy is made Co-Captain of the guard alongside Hopper. Mike and Lucas start training for the top lieutenant positions of the knights. El was given the best mages and sorcerers to help her further hone her power and would eventually become high sorceress. She earned the title in less than 2 months. Both Jonathan and Erica claimed they wanted no fancy titles or positions, but agreed to be Steve’s eyes and ears amongst the community. A fitting job for the rouges. Will and Dustin immediately begin alchemy and spell training and Max is proclaimed his next hire. Surrounded by his friends Steve would protect this kingdom from what they caused, just like he always had before.  

It had been three months into Steve’s rule that he had seen Eddie again.

He’d been alone in his chambers, he still hadn't been used to the massive cold room. Steve thought that he still wasn’t used to the cavernous gloom even now. Steve had ended up inviting Robin to spend the night more often than not, finding comfort in each other in the vast expanse of the bed. Though now it had been happening less and less since she’d been seeing the palace seamstress, leaving him to stew with his thoughts alone.

There was only one person Steve truly wanted to share his bed with. No matter how foolish Steve had felt, he’d left the balcony doors open for him. Hoping against hope that he’d see that familiar face again.

Steve’s heart clenched as he remembered the night Eddie had appeared on the balcony, curtains billowing around him. He was wearing tattered black robes, scars visible between the torn and threadbare fabric. The moonlight made Eddie look more ethereal in his changed form.

“Eddie, oh my god!” Steve had rushed to him. He embraced him without hesitation, ignoring the fear that still lingered from their last encounter. Eddie did not hug him back, standing completely still. He was unnaturally cold. It was mid-summer and his skin felt like ice. Steve took a step back, Eddie’s gaze did not meet his eye. “Eddie?” Steve tried, his heart dropping into his stomach like it was suddenly made of lead.

“Enjoying your gifts?” the dark creature says. His tone fleeting and almost painful.

“Eddie, I don’t-” Steve reaches out again. Eddie flinches away from his touch, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have… said those things. I was angry. I’m still angry, but you have to understand what this did. You changed my life, all of our lives without regard for how we felt or what it would do to you.”

“You never asked me to stop before,” Eddie finally looks him in the eye, “I gave everything to fight Vecna, without question. Everything.”  Fuck, if that didn’t make his guts twist with guilt, as if the past three months his insides hadn’t been positively squirming with unending guilt for the last three months. 

“I know you did. No words can express how grateful we all are but this?” Steve holds his hands out to gesture to the massive room, “This is absolute madness. I wanted all of us to be happy, I wanted you to be happy but-”

“You wanted me to be happy?” Eddie scoffed, “Living in those dark dungeons for months was hell, hiding away like a leper. You weren’t blind. You saw my pain and did nothing.” 

Hot tears began to prick at his eyes, “I know. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I should have-”

“You used me.” Eddie hissed, “You used me for your own… selfish purposes. You used me to get this power. You knew those spells, all that knowledge, was eating away at my mind Yearning to be used. You knew I could give you this and slithered your way into my mind. My heart.”

The tears in his eyes had begun to fall in earnest, then. He had been nearly light headed at the accusation. Steve had thought he was going to be sick. Eddie thought that his love had been bullshit too?  “Eddie, I would never-” He began to croak out.

“And I let you in. All of you. You’re all guilty.” Steve sees the shadows at Eddie’s feet start to shake again. He glanced to the corner of the room where his sword lay, then instantly feeling horrible for even considering it.

“We love you. Henderson misses you. I-” Steve bit his own tongue to keep from confessing that now that he knew how unwanted it was, “What’s done is done. We can move forward like we always have. Please, come back. Come home.” 

“This is not my home.” Eddie’s voice was a distorted growl, the dark magic dancing around him. 

Steve hadn’t been sure if it’s simply for show or if Eddie would actually use his power on him. Was more sure that Eddie would use it on him now, creeping through the labyrinth. “You’re right, what I have done can not be undone. I would tell the whole realm of your hypocrisy if the spell did not forbid me to speak of it. Regardless, I will make your rule hell.” 

“Why not kill me now?” Steve had asked, arms limp by his sides.

“Consider it a gift for times now passed,” Eddie answered, his voice still a distorted growl, “And we would much rather delight in watching you suffer.”

Steve pauses at Eddie’s phrasing, “We?”

“Take your kingdom and rule as you see fit, mighty King Steve,” Eddie begins to hover, “I will assure it knows no peace. You will live with yet another failure looming over you forever.” A blinding flash then, nothing. Only a plume of smoke was left in Eddie’s wake. Steve sat in silence for a moment, tears still streaking down his face. What evil was now brought into this land? An evil he could have prevented if he weren’t so selfish. If he weren’t so blind. He’d sunk onto the ground, driving the heels of his hands into his eyes as he tried to gasp around the knot in his throat. 

As the months went on the rumors started to reach his ear. The tales of a winged creature terrorizing farmers, starting fires, possessing people. It was child’s play for what Eddie was capable of. They all knew he was toying with them. Building up to something bigger. 

And now, 2 years later, it had.

Just three days ago, dozens of children vanished overnight. This was beyond any of the games Eddie had played before and Steve now sought to end it, once and for all. Upon Dustin and Will’s assessment, they found this wasn’t Eddie’s magic. All spells bore a seal only those trained in the magic arts could find. 

They found the seal of Vecna plastered across the town.

As they reported their findings to Steve, he’d had to sprint away to dry heave as the implications of the information hit him. He left for the Banished cave the next morning. Eddie was seen coming and going from this mountain and now Steve had finally come to face him. Either to finally kill him or be killed. Not that killing Eddie wouldn’t kill Steve as well. Either way Steve didn’t see himself coming out of this cave.

The light of day had long since disappeared now that the King was in the belly of the mountain.

“My, my, what a pleasant surprise this is,” a familiar voice reverberates off the walls and into Steve’s very being, breaking him out of his memories . Eddie the Banished, “The King of the realm has chosen to grace me with his presence.”

“Show yourself!” Steve musters as much strength as he can into his voice despite the chill that runs down his spine.

The sound of massive wings echoes throughout the cave. Steve can’t pinpoint where they’re coming from. He grips his sword tighter.

“How was it that you became King again, Sir Harrington?” Eddie mocks, “It was professed by the gods? Which gods?”

“Enough games, Eddie!” Steve screams blindly into the darkness. Steve didn’t have the heart to let this continue, his grim task hanging on his shoulders like an anchor. Another flap of wings, followed by footsteps. Eddie crept into the light thrown by Steve’s torch. 

Glowing red runes arch across his bare chest and shoulders. His skin has paled to nearly a faint gray and his hair is even more wild than it had been before. His eyes are glossed over with a glowing yellow. Despite it all, he’s still as beautiful as Steve remembers.

“Have you come to kill me?” Eddie halts a few feet away from Steve.

“If I must.” Steve has to force his hand holding the torch to keep from trembling. 

Eddie howls out an obnoxious laugh, “That’s cute.” He starts to circle Steve. “You look well, your highness.”

I miss you

“Can’t say the same for you,” Steve stays on his toes. The air feels strangely calm now that Eddie is in sight. 

A devilish smile spreads across the demon's face, “So feisty, Just how I remember. Do you think about those nights, Stephen? About me?” 

He does. Constantly, “Never.”

“Truth be told, I expected you here sooner.” The demon takes a few steps closer, “I remember those nights in the castle dungeon. Just as lonely as this new dungeon. Have you come to make my new imprisonment a little more bearable, your majesty?”

His tone is all wrong. He can’t fight the shiver that runs down his spine, Not Eddie, Not Eddie blasts through his brain like a trumpet. There was a time when the obvious come on would have melted him, now he feels frozen like a statue. “I’m here on business. Nothing more.” he simply says. 

“A king has business with the likes of me?” Eddie holds his hand to his chest with an enthused expression, “You make me blush. Such an honor.” He looks like Eddie, uses the same scathing humor Eddie did but it’s twisted now. The way his smile bares too many teeth sends dread right to the pit of his stomach

“Shut up.”

He’s so close now, less than an arm’s reach. Steve couldn’t let him drone on and stall more. He came here for a reason beyond his own guilt.

“Three days ago, over a dozen children were stolen from the capitol and local villages.” It’s all he says. It’s all he needs to say.

The demon take’s pause. Steve can’t deny he sees genuine confusion in Eddie’s expression. It gives him a fleeting glimpse of hope.

“Children?” Eddie looks him in the eye. 

“The kidnapped kids. There were traces of black magic from where they had been taken.” Steve’s voice was stilted, cautious.

Eddie’s brow furrowed at the information, the manic energy seeming to sluff off of his shoulders for a moment before a frown creased his brow.

“Black magic, huh? So you think it had to be me?!” Eddie spat before scoffing, “Of course you would! Of course you’d think that I’d try to pull the same shit as fucking Vecna.”

Steve, unthinkingly, took a step back. Disarmed yet wary.

“If it wasn’t you then who did it?” If he had the presence of mind to notice, he would cringed at the hope in his tone.

“Oh, I don’t know Steve,” Steve couldn’t help but flinch at the venom that dripped on his own name from Eddie’s mouth, “What other evil magic users that have a history of kidnapping kids do you know?”

Steve still refused to believe it.

“He’s gone! We-”

“We never knew for sure that he was gone. We hoped. Guess we were wrong.” Eddie, suddenly looking exhausted, leaned against a wall.

Steve knew he shouldn’t trust him. He knew that the Eddie before him wasn’t the same one he once knew but once again he was helpless against him.

“I’m sorry. ” He muttered, voice hoarse. It’s all he can really think to say. 

I’m sorry. For all of it.

Eddie peered at him from the wall, a slow mean grin contorted his face, energy seeming to seep back into him as he cackled cruelly.

“All is forgiven then! King Steve is sorry.” Eddie jeered mockingly. “You don’t know what sorry fucking is.”

Steve opens his mouth to respond but before a word can escape him, Eddie is on him, pinning him to the wall. The torch falls to the ground, still lit.

“Don’t you dare compare me to him,” Eddie growls, his hand on Steve’s throat. “I’m not him. I’m just what you made me. All of you.”

Steve doesn’t move to fight back. How could he? Eddie was right. What was an apology going to do now, after everything? 

“You really think I’d steal people’s children, Steve?” Eddie asks again, the sadness evident in his tone, “Who have I ever killed since I left? Who have I ever stolen or hurt?”

Eddie was right again, and Steve knew it. Eddie was mischievous. A bad story told to children at night but he wasn’t a killer. He wanted people to fear him, and they did. Even with all the fires and terror, no one was killed. Hardly anyone was hurt. Desperate cries for attention were all his actions were. Unanswered cries.

“The late King, for one.” Steve counters.

“Yes, I’m sure the people miss their old ruthless ruler. The slimy old man went down the way he deserved,” Eddie takes a seat on a nearby rock, “But you, dear Steve, I hear they love you. Turns out I was right.”

Steve wasn’t sure if the kingdom so much loved him as they were just happy to have a leader that would finally take action after decades of a lethargic, indifferent king. He couldn’t have achieved half of his goals without the help of his friends. Maybe Steve should tell Eddie about everything that’s changed with them? He could tell him how proud he is of the kids and how much they’ve grown. How they took on their new roles with such enthusiasm. He could tell him how much Dustin missed him despite everything. 

He could tell Eddie that. 

“Steve,” Eddie pulls him back to reality again, “There are forces at work that you’ll never understand.”

“What do you mean?” Steve stalks closer. 

“I do.” A brief flash of sorrow flashes over Eddie’s features, “I understand them now. Don’t dig any further. Go, protect your kingdom.”

Before Steve can get another word out, a flash of flames overtakes his vision, then, he’s outside. He stands at the mouth of the cave again. Alone. Sick and disoriented, he braces himself against the rocks. He takes a moment to gather himself before trying to enter the darkness again but is stopped by an invisible force. Eddie is keeping him out. 

The king screams into the darkness to no avail. He collapses feeling foolish again, as if his pleading cries would actually work. Eddie may not have been the cause of this mass kidnapping but he knew something. Steve needed more answers and the only one who had them was warding him away.

Steve’s not sure how long he stands at the mouth of that lonely cave before he mounts his horse again. It’s nearly half a day's ride back to the castle, and he has people to protect. 

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[venusiangguk]

keen | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader / jealous!jk x oc

>>genre: established relationship, smut, pwp

>>word count: 9.8k 🙄

>>warnings: hard dom jk, but he gets a lil softer after he cums ☺️, oc is a bit of a control freak, but jk knows just how to handle her 👍🏻, humiliation kink, improper use of precum 😐, spitting in mouth, blushing, improper use of cum 🤨, so many cums!!, creampie, tittae fucking, oral (m), water play (?), water orgasm, oc has tramp stamp 😌, bruising, marking, scenting??? 💀, borderline perfume fetish idk bro, they are in LOOOVVVEEE <3, alcohol but they are not drunk, showering together sniff sniff, passing mention of simba 🦁 (also improper)... i think that is all :))

>>notes: this is way too excessive and entirely self indulgent, but i hope u enjoy!! ty to the anon that asked for jealous jk!! sorry he took awhile but he has arrived and he smells good!! 

>>summary: when you come home smelling like someone else, jk isn't too happy. he decides to help you get the scent off... in a rather unconventional way... 

Jeongguk’s always been like. Really sensitive to smells. Not obnoxiously picky, or abhorrently fussy (that’s your job), but maybe a little particular when it comes to perfumes and colognes… It’s just that— he knows what he likes and he knows what he likes on you.

It’s a cute thing you guys have been doing ever since moving in together. Every morning after you get ready, you wait for the other by the antique, french tea/liquor cart at the end of your shared dresser so that he can pick out your perfume for the day, and so you can do up his tie.

The table came from your apartment, and it originally housed your interior design lore (as well as a few pretty, emptied wine bottles you couldn’t part with), but since entering his home it’s been repurposed as the perfumery.

The whole table is covered in beautiful glass bottles, yours and his. Dark bottles start in the back and they fade as the bottle reaches the front, his side ending in the clear colognes and yours ending in the blush pink perfumes; your being a stickler for organization coming in handy.

Most of the fragrances were gifts from him, some for anniversaries, some just because he thought it would smell good on you. You never complain, receiving gifts being one of your love languages, and he was never wrong.

At first, the morning routine was a little Mr and Mrs Smith for you, but Jeongguk is persuasive and his lips are sinful and he has a very meticulous way of scenting you.

It starts with his lithe fingers moving your hair from your neck, his lips placing a chaste, silken kiss to the precious little spot just below and behind your ear. And then the tiniest spritz of fragrance, always sure to never rub it in, wanting to keep the bloom fresh, and true, and long lasting. He repeats this to the other side.

He goes from your neck, to the center of your chest right above the deep line of your cleavage. Gentle fingers over your skin, gentle kisses hidden by perfume.

From your chest to the insides of your elbows to your wrists. Kiss, spritz. Kiss, spritz. By the time he’s done with you every morning it’s very difficult to get out the door. He can tell by the way you shift in your nylons, how you stumble a little getting into your work heels. By the way your fingertips linger on the silk of his tie before trailing down his chest to the buckle of his belt.

His favorite smell, however, is the note of you that melds with whatever expensive thing he sprayed you with in the morning. There’s something about your natural scent, the natural pheromones that your body emits throughout the day that just makes the air around you decadent, that makes your pulse points dressed in perfume alluring. He looks forward to coming home to you, kissing you hello and pressing his nose into that spot behind your ear.

So when he does that today and does not smell the soft, subdued, sweet scent of tonka and orange blossom that he dubbed you with just a few hours ago, his nose scrunches and he pulls away.

“Did you spray something new?” he asks casually.

It’s a Sunday afternoon, so unlike the normal routine, he’s been off just lazing around the house. Typically you would have joined him, but you’ve been gone; away at a work brunch. A get together for an important project you’ve been assigned with a team. Something about a new client, esteemed and freshly divorced looking for the best interior designers to renovate her new home. Poor guy should have signed a prenup.

“Hmm?” you peep distractedly. You’re hopping around, trying to keep your balance as you do your best to undo the strap of your shoe.

He laughs to himself softly, takes pity on you and kneels in front of you. He taps your thigh, gestures for you to hand your foot over. You hum happily and you wiggle your toes when they are free from your constricting heel.

It’s when you’re shifting to the other foot that he gets a whiff of that smell again. He undoes the straps of this shoe slowly, taking his time trying to place the notes. It’s undeniably masculine and he bristles a little. Mentally works through the colognes he has on his side of the cart. He's keen on sweeter scents, maybe a little woody, but this one is a bit smokey. Tobacco-esque. Wouldn't be surprised if it’s that Tom Ford one he was contemplating a few weeks ago before grabbing the Kilian instead. Either way, it’s not a scent he owns.

He massages your foot lightly, and you lean against the doorframe, a groan falling from your lips.

“Thank you,” you sigh, “my feet are killing me.”

“You smell different,” he muses, his thumbs pressing into the ball of your foot. His eyes wander, and he can see up your skirt, the violet panties you’re wearing.

You laugh a little, inattentive. “Do I?”

He drones an affirmative, and stands up, walking to the kitchen to pour you both a glass of something sweet and red. You follow him.

“Not that glass,” you tell him as you wrap your arms around his waist. “And what do I smell like, oh perfume connoisseur?” you continue, teasing playfully. You get to your tiptoes and hook your chin on his shoulder, place a sweet kiss to the side of his neck. He smells like the classic Bleu De Chanel today, a gift from you.

It’s a beat too long before he replies, grabbing a different glass from the cabinet and you go tense when he simply says, “Cologne.”

You laugh it off, knowing you didn’t do anything wrong. “Ah the restaurant didn’t have a booth big enough for our party so we all squeezed into a rather small one,” you say, plucking your glass from the counter, sauntering to the living room. “The seating was a little uh- intimate I guess. I’ve got this one coworker that just douses himself in cologne. You're probably smelling him on me.”

Intimate.

What a peculiar word to use when describing a work brunch.

He narrows his eyes, unbeknownst to you, and makes a tiny pondering noise. You’re busy curling into the arm of the couch, wine in one hand, remote in the other. A pout pushes at your lips while you search for a coaster, before smiling and setting it on the end table. “Is that so?” he asks.

You nod around a sip, peek at him over the rim. “Yeah, we were all practically on top of each other, but we needed the table space to get any work done. You know how I am,” you wave a lazy hand in the air, “need everything in a specific order, blah, blah.”

Jeongguk tops off his glass. “I see… Sounds more like an orgy than a work luncheon.”

Giggling, loud and bright, you swirl your drink. “I wish, maybe then it would have at least been enjoyable. The food wasn’t even that good, thank god the company paid. I actually didn’t spend a cent! That coworker I mentioned? He paid for my booze.”

Jeongguk braces his hands on the marble countertop, watching you as you obliviously grate at his nerves. Your hair is in one of those claw clips, but it's fallen some, little wispies framing your pretty face. Glancing at him, you give him a soft smile, your cheeks flushed from the alcohol coursing through your system. You tip your glass to him in an imaginary toast, and while he obliges, he just can’t shake the annoyed edge to his mood.

He leaves it for a moment, a few moments, just sipping and watching. It’s not until you let your hair down and shake it out that he lets his irritation fully emerge.

“Can you like- shower of something?” he asks, shortly with a wrinkled nose and disgusted expression. The scent that wafts from your hair doesn’t even smell bad, it’s just strong and not something he wants to smell on you. Especially if it’s not leftover from him.

“Seriously?” you reply. You’re wearing a suspicious, confused expression.

“Yes, it’s stuck in my nose and my brain and-”

“Thoughts of me smelling like another man plaguing you, my dear?” you jest, sultry in tone, and vivacious in nature.

Jeongguk doesn’t think it’s funny though. “No, it’s just giving me a headache. You’re giving me a headache.”

You’re swirling the little bit of wine left in your glass when he says it, but at his serious, irked tone you stop. Clicking your tongue and tapping a manicured finger on the round of the glass, you say, “You don’t actually think I did something, do you?”

Contemplation isn’t needed because he’s certain you would never do something like that to him. Would never sneak around, would never hurt him like that. He knows you’re good to him, that you love him like he loves you. That any male friends or co-workers you have are exactly that. Just friends. Just coworkers. He honestly doesn’t know what comes over him, when he says, “I don’t know, ___, but I do think you had to get pretty close to him because you reek.”

A little bloom of hurt blossoms in your chest, thinking that maybe he doesn’t trust you. But as you keep your eyes on him, gaze hard as you read the situation a little more, you realize it's not a lack of trust that’s making the air tense.

It’s jealousy.

“Huh,” you say, smiling a little.

“What?” Jeongguk sneers.

“You’re jealous,” you reply, settling into the cloud couch like you don’t have a care in the world.

“Am not.”

“And possessive.”

Jeongguk rolls his eyes. “And if I am?”

You shrug, demure and complacent. “Then you are. That’s what I just said.”

He scowls at you, takes an angry sip. “Is it not normal for me to not want you smelling like someone else?”

Again you simply shrug.

“You’re like- mine. Of course I’m. Feeling things,” he jerks a hand around like he’s trying to pick out the right words.

You humor him with a gentle laugh. “I’m not yours, love.”

“Yes you are, and I’m yours. Please take a shower.”

Though your heart beats a little faster in your chest at his words, a little controlling and possessive yet surprisingly romantic and sweet, you snuggle back into the cushions. You may be his in a sense, but you still make your own decisions. “I’m not going to take a random shower in the middle of the day when I just took one this morning, all because you’re throwing a fit. I’ll take one before bed, like I always do. It’s my routine, you know that.”

Jeongguk braces himself on the counter as he hangs his head, dark strands of his hair falling in his face and fluttering when he exhales through his nose. He thrums his fingers for a few seconds, dull taps on the marble. Then he’s pushing himself off, walking right up to the tv and turning it off without even sparing you a glance.

“I was watching that,” you scold as he stands in front of you.

He’s upset, so consequently and to your demise, he looks very sexy. The irritated pinch to his features, his forearms folded and flexed underneath his pecs. The grey sweat pants are always a gift when he gets out of his slacks, and the fitted black tee that hugs every curve of his physique is a nice change from the button ups and ties. Black on black where it pulls tight around his tattoo covered bicep.

You squeak when those same strong arms haul you over his shoulder as if you are but a stray feather from the down throw pillows on the sofa.

“What are you doing?” you whine, though you’re pliant in his hold, knowing that fighting is futile at this point. You also already have a good idea of what his intentions are, his steps leading straight to the bedroom.

“Gonna find another way to get the smell off of you,” he replies.

“Wait, my wine!”

Jeongguk’s steps falter like he's thinking of backtracking but instead takes a detour to the kitchen. “Grab the bottle.”

He backs up to it and you reach out and grab the neck in your hand before patting his butt, letting him know he can get moving again.

Once he’s in your room he gingerly sets you down. This makes you pause for a moment, shifting on your feet. Typically he would just toss you on the bed. It startles you a little when he stops you from crawling across the duvet, with a loud scolding noise.

“What?” you ask, hands stopping just before resting on the fabric.

He holds his hand out for the wine bottle and you hesitate before handing it to him. His Adam’s apple bobs as he takes a big swig. “Don’t want you stinking up the whole bed.”

This makes you roll your eyes. “It doesn’t even smell bad. I was actually thinking it would smell quite nice on you.”

He pulls that same over exaggerated face that’s been making an appearance all night. “Never wearing it now.”

You’ve slinked your way over to him and now wrap your arms around his neck, press your body to his. His free hand settles in the curve of your waist. On your tip-toes, you press a soft kiss to his wine stained lips.

“You can be so irrational, sometimes,” you whisper, against his mouth.

He seems distracted and like he’s lost the purpose for why he took you in the bedroom in the first place when you deepen the kiss, when you lick all reason out of his mouth. He tastes like bitter cherry, and his sigh sounds like giving in when you start to trail your lips and soft nips down the column of his throat. It’s not till you try to sneakily grab the bottle from his hand that he seems to come to. To remember his goal.

He makes a quiet tutting noise, smiles a little as he lifts the bottle out of reach.

You try to charm him with your touch, cupping him over his sweats. He’s half hard already, though you’re not sure if it's from your kisses or the thought of what he intends to do with you. “Can I have some?” you ask him, voice salacious and hands coaxing.

“Of course you can,” he says back. He leans a little away from you so he can set the bottle down on the dresser.

“The wood-” you wince.

He quirks an eyebrow at you, reaching into the top drawer for a stray pair of your panties using them as a make-shift coaster. “You can have some after you get undressed for me?” His now empty hand comes up and carefully removes your earrings for you, placing them next to the wine. “After we get you out of these rotten clothes?” he suggests.

His hands trail down to your neck and toy with the necklace resting between your collarbones like he’s debating on taking it off too. It’s another gift from him, for your birthday not too long ago. He bypasses it with a soft, “We’ll leave that one on,” and then goes straight for the buttons on your blouse.

“This though,” he says, flicking a button open with ease, “this can go.”

Once again he backs up, rests his lower back on the dresser like he’s waiting for you to finish what he started, waiting for you to give him a little show.

You look him over and see what his sweats do little to hide. He’s fully hard now, hanging heavy against the seam of his pants. Swallowing, you flick your eyes to him and bring your hands up to replace his. He’s able to wait about two more buttons before he gives in and touches himself over his pants while he watches you undress for him.

He’s slow with his movements like you’re slow with yours. Fingertips gently pinching at the tip of his cock, squeezing down his length as you pull down the zipper at the back of your skirt. He sighs, strokes fast for just a second when the fabric of both pieces of clothing hit the floor

When you bend down to get the articles, he catches a glimpse of the dainty lotus flower tattoo on your lower back, peeking out over the top of your violet panties. You told him it means balance, something you strive to have in all areas of your life, even if you fall short sometimes. Spread yourself too thin, fixate here and there. Even if you mistake control, for the balance that you seek.

He bites his lip on a soft moan, thinking about how it’s a little secret for you and him. How everyone you work with, how almost everyone who knows you, probably thinks you're the last person to have a tramp stamp. How you’re too professional, too uptight and controlling and just not that kind of girl.

Jeongguk knows exactly what kind of girl you are.

“Everything off, please.”

You throw him a look over your shoulder. “Patience, please.”

He laughs, raising his hands like he didn’t mean to rush you even though he did. “Sure. But there might not be anymore left for you.”

The look you give him is much like the look you’ve been giving him. Annoyed. But you do as he says, quickly unclipping the bra, and hastily pushing down your tiny panties. Your bare feet pad over to him and you rest a small hand on his tummy.

“Happy?” you ask.

You try your best to keep that sharp, stern tone to your voice, but he’s always had a certain affect on you. He’s always made you a little easy, and weak in the knees. He’s been playing you like a drum the whole afternoon.

And you’ve been letting him.

Giving into his games. Like the one he’s playing with the wine. The withholding of it as if it really had that much of a grip on you.

You both know it doesn’t, both know the wine is just a scapegoat, a way for him to get you to do what he wants while making it seem like you aren’t doing anything for him at all. To make it seem like you’re shedding your clothes for a sip and not to make him happy. To make it seem like it's the alcohol you want, and not him.

Stubbornness and control have always been virtues of yours. It’s those strengths that landed you your career, the ones that helped you become so respected and sought after so fast. They are also what Jeongguk likes to break in you sometimes. You giving in to him tastes sweeter than any wine money could buy. You letting him take control is more priceless than all of the perfumes on the vintage table combined.

“Mhm,” he purrs, grabbing you by your jaw.

He keeps his eyes on you as he grabs the wine and he takes another big sip. Then he’s tapping a finger on your cheek. Your mouth opens instinctively, and he’s bending some. The wine on your tongue is slightly warm from being in his mouth, sweet like he laced it with sugar cube kisses, and you drink it down as he waterfalls it.

As soon as you swallow, his tongue is in your mouth. Lapping up the remnants, kissing you hard and deep, like he’s taking back something that belongs to him. Greedy as he suffocates you with his lips, desperate as he tries to get you to submit. He bends over you, makes it so you have to bend and arch your back to accommodate him. You resist though, a fussy moan sounding into the kiss.

“Stop fighting me,” he growls against your lips.

A little more force is all it takes for you to be on your knees in front of him.

He puffs out a satisfied little sigh, smiling as he looks down at your scowling face. “Oh don’t be mad, pretty.”

His gaze is condescending and patronizing, and the way your bare pussy pulses is shameful. You’re completely nude, on your knees for him while he’s still fully clothed, the one that’s fully in charge. Your eyes slip shut and you take a breath; the exhale is shaky due to the arousal coursing through your veins.

“You want some more?” Jeongguk asks.

Lashes fluttering as you open your eyes, you see him shake the bottle that’s still in his hands. It seems like he’s taunting you, but still you nod.

When his lips wrap around the bottle, and he takes a few long drinks, you know that it doesn't just seem like he’s taunting you, he actually is. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and then gives you a small smile and a shrug. When he sets the bottle back on the dresser it sounds hollow.

“There’s none left,” he says, his face fauxly apologetic. “But lucky you, I have something I think you’ll like better?”

He bends as his waist, cups your face in his hands as he rubs the pads of his thumbs over your cheekbones. “Say ‘ahh’, pretty,” he says softly, so, so sweetly.

You listen to him, because how could you not when he asks so nicely? His jaw works for a few seconds before he lets a glob of wine-tinted spit drip into your mouth. It tastes like berries, and you swallow before opening your mouth again to show him.

He hums. “Taste good?”

You nod.

“Better than whatever that coworker bought you?” he presses. He bends his knees so he’s closer to your level, rests his forehead against yours, gives you a light kiss. “Hmm?”

The juxtaposition between the way he acts makes you dizzy, hazy as you close your eyes. Relishing in the way he touches you, soft yet like he owns you. Like you’re his. “Yeah,” you agree.

He smiles big before he kisses your forehead. “Keep your mouth open,” he whispers as he bites into your bottom lip, “gonna fuck it.”

Standing up again, Jeongguk quickly sheds his clothes. Waits a moment so he can take you in, sitting pretty on your knees waiting for him. He’s stroking his cock idly when he cups your cheek again, urging you to glance up at him through your lashes. Swearing quietly, the hand on his cock squeezes some before sliding up and down just a bit quicker.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he breathes.

The hand on his cock squeezes at his tip, precum oozing out, shiny and clear. He taps his index finger in it, playing with the translucent string for a moment like he’s considering something.

With his hand still wrapped around himself, he tentatively extends his pointer finger, the tip of it going straight for your mouth. You part your lips for him, thinking he wants you to suck on it but his eyes and the tiny noise he makes tells you ‘no’, and then he’s softly just wiping the sticky precum on the plush center of your bottom lip.

Jeongguk’s breath is shaky above you, like something about the simple act of swiping the evidence of arousal on your mouth is debilitatingly sensual. He doesn’t even know if he can explain it, but he knows he wants more. He grips under the head of his cock, presses the tip onto your slightly parted mouth and moves it back and forth, up and down, covering the whole of your lips in the clear substance. Almost like he’s putting lip gloss on for you.

“Look at you…” he says, tapping his tip on your bottom lip, watching the crystalline string sparkle a little in the sunlight. He sounds gone, drunk- not on the wine, but on you. “Tell me how pretty you are, baby.”

You grow hot at his words, the shame simmering under your skin once again. There’s something so mortifying, and embarrassing about what he’s asking you to do. His precum on your lips feels so dirty that it makes your insides squirm. You can’t tell if it’s because you like it or hate it. “Koo…” you whine, shifting restlessly on your knees.

“Say it,” he demands, looking down at you with hard eyes.

Quickly, with a slight wince, you whisper, “I’m so pretty.” Your hands clench where they are resting on your thigh.

He moans from above you, his hand now steadily working over his cock. “Yeah, you are, so pretty and mine.”

He’s hard enough that his cock goes to his belly, standing straight up, so he pushes it down at the base with his thumb, slowly guiding it past your defiled lips. He gasps softly as the underpart of the head rubs against the flat of your tongue.

“Tap my thigh if you need to, just like I showed you.”

Your eyes shut and you take a deep breath, and then he’s fucking your throat.

He starts slow, letting you get used to his cock sliding past that part in your mouth that resists a little against his tip. Dragging your head down on his fat cock by your hair, unhurried and lazy with his movements. Relishing when you swallow around him, throat slick yet so tight, the muscles working against him. He holds you down, head thrown back, moaning ardently as you sputter and bubble at the base of his cock, spit dripping down to his balls.

You gasp when he pulls out of your throat, heaving breaths and choking coughs sounding in the room as he lets you breathe for a second.

A finger under your chin tilts your gaze up to him, red-rimmed eyes glassy and a little vacant as you look at him.

“Gonna go fast now, hmm? Just how I like?”

You blink up at him and tears leak out the corners of your eyes and Jeongguk tracks it down your cheek gathering it with his thumb.

He doesn’t say anything more, just pries your mouth open, thrusting his cock back in. His grip on your hair is brutal, and the glucking sounds that fill the room every time his cock fills your throat are disgustingly wet and lewd and so filthy. Though they don’t sound near as pornographic as the way Jeongguk moans above you.

“Oh my god- fuck yeah-” His hips rock forward in time with every word he says, his head thrown back, mouth parted and brows furrowed in pleasure.

When he looks down his nose at you, he watches as his inches disappear past your lips quickly and all at once, over and over again. And you’re so docile in his hold, leaving your mouth agape for him, letting him fuck your throat like it’s second nature, and like it’s what you were put on this earth to do.

The way that his cock jumps and throbs before you when he pulls out, lets you know that he was so close- that he almost lost himself in the tight suction of your throat. Lost himself in the fast, harsh thrusts he was giving you. His tip is still oozing and connected to your lips by a line of thick, drooly spit mixed with precum.

With one last pulse of his cock and a raspy, fucked out voice Jeongguk tells you to get on the bed.

You try not to be too eager, but your soaked pussy has a mind of her own- she makes your movements clumsy and crude as you too quickly take your place at the head of the bed, sinking into the pillows under you. Your eyes look to him, and you know he can see how bad you want him, how you're past the point of resistance now, ready to fully give in and be his just like he says you are. Like you both know you are.

“You want it, pretty?” Jeongguk ponders, slowly crawling to you.

“Mhmm,” you say, a little meek.

He’s in front of you now, on his knees, stroking his cock again. He eyes you, his gaze dragging down the length of your body, to where your plump pussy peeks out from between your bent legs. “Show me,” he purrs, “open up, let me see?”

It’s something that he likes to do, knows it makes you squirm, and that it makes you shy. Knows that despite that, it still makes your cunt drool.

Your skin grows hot in embarrassment as you pull your legs back, knowing that like this— pussy bare and visible for him just how he wants—  it’s so blatantly clear how much you love being humiliated despite your qualms.

You open yourself up, with your elbows hooking behind your knees, and your tits pillowed and pushed together between them. Your fingertips pull your plush pussylips apart, nothing keeping the wet slick that coats you from glistening in the light that’s streaming in from the open window next to the bed.

Jeongguk sighs, shuffles a little closer. He brings his index and middle finger to your center, opening you up even more as he pushes your inner lips apart, watches as you clench on nothing. His cock dribbles when he thinks about how good it’s gonna feel when he finally slides inside.

Gripping under the crown, he brings the tip to your clit, presses into you as he ruts his length over it. You keep yourself spread for him, so the pressure is direct and the stimulation pinpointed. The softest little sighs start to fall from your lips, your head lolling back, and your eyes falling shut.

Then he’s pushing in, with a soft order for you to watch. Watch as he forces the head past the initial little resistance before pulling out, then repeating again, adding another inch every time like he’s getting himself used to the tight suction of your cunt.

Being so open for him allows for you to see how obscene it really is. How your tiny pussy is able to suck him right in, inch by inch, until his pelvis is pressed right up against you. His hands replace yours, his thumbs pulling your folds open, and yours go to holding your feet and ankles by your head as you watch him fuck you.

Jeongguk’s eyes are locked on the way his cock gets sheathed, your lips petaling around him like a flower, and everything about you is just so pretty. Your pussy that's dewy with excitement is pretty, your soft skin that erupts with chills as he starts to work his hips into yours is pretty, your face as your eyes close and your brows pinch, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth. The sound of your voice as you whine for him. Pretty, pretty, pretty.

“I love you,” he murmurs, his hands coming up to just cup your tits, feel how they jiggle, heavy in his palms every time his hips snap against yours.

You nod, eyes still pressed shut in pleasure. “Love you-”

The tender moment is short lived, much like it always is when Jeongguk is fucking you to prove something. Sometimes he gets like this to teach you a lesson, sometimes just to prove you wrong over a playful bet. Sometimes to help you let go of the stress and control that drives both you and him mad.

In this case, however, he’s trying to prove that you’re his, that he can make you feel better than anyone else could ever dream of.

“Love this cock too?” he whispers, you can hear a smile in his voice, eyes still closed.

Your lips turn up at the corners for a moment, until you’re whimpering, “Yeah- feels so good- Jeongguk-” each word is stuttered, punched out one at a time by his cock.

Jeongguk sounds fond when he mocks you breathily with a light laugh, “Yeah? Feels so good, pretty? Gonna cum?”

“Yeah, make me cum, love,” you whisper, body going slack and pliant as you concentrate on reaching that high.

His hands move, one going to the back of your thigh to brace himself and then the other going to grip at you hair, pulling so that you’re looking down to where his cock pounds into you.

“Watch, want you to see how this pussy creams for me…” He’s panting above you, sweaty and flushed as he starts to climb with you. “cum on me,” he tells you.

Again you’re nodding, at a loss for words as you watch his fat cock slip in and out of you, wet noises sounding in the room. Your legs start to shake by your head, partly from you being in this position for a good amount of time, and partly because of how close you are. Your toes curl and your nails dig into your own legs as your cunt starts to tighten, pussy pulsing as you finally feel the rush.

“Oh my god, fuck I’m cumming-” you cry, eyes squeezing shut again, legs trembling in your hold as you fight to keep them open.

Jeongguk moans, keeps pushing and pulling his cock in and out of your pussy, feeling how it contracts and convulses around him. He yanks roughly, his grip in your hair pulling, urging you to look again. “Open your eyes, look. Who’s pussy is that cumming all over my cock, hmm? Who’s pussy is making such a mess like that? It’s mine, right, pretty?”

Tears spring to your eyes as he relentlessly fucks into you. “It’s yours, it’s yours-” you sob as you peak.

Jeongguk falls to his forearms and your limbs rearrange themselves to accommodate him. Arms wrapping around his shoulders as he buries his face in your neck, your legs wrapping around his waist to keep him close. His hips are moving with slow, long thrusts, his teeth digging into your neck, not quite lovebites, and not quite bite marks either— a mixture of both and a claim all the same.

“Yeah-” he moans ardently into the hot, bruise-stained skin of your neck. “keep telling me whose it is; keep telling me it’s mine.”

“Oh, it’s yours Jeongguk- all yours,” you pant, nails digging into his back. You feel the give of the working muscles under your harsh touch. “Cum in it- make it yours.”

It’s like your words, your lewd chantings and admissions, are what finishes him off. He groans a deep and fervent moan into you, tells you he’s there, that he’s cumming. You can feel the pillow under your head dip and scrunch as he grips at it, hands strong and forming fists in the down. He rocks his hips into you, pushing the shots of white deep inside as he cums.

He doesn’t let himself drown in it though, the spacey high that he gets when he milks his cock till he can’t take it anymore. Instead, he finishes inside and then makes his way over your chest, his still stiff cock in front of you. He’s lost some of the volume, but he’s still thick, still jerking a bit with the aftershocks of cumming.

“Clean it up, keep me hard,” he tells you, voice shaking as he tries to catch his breath.

You suckle at the tip for just a moment before he’s pulling back with a sensitive hiss. “Just licks-”

Obediently, you comply. The tip of your tongue lightly swirls around him, while you look up at his heated gaze. His hips still twitch when you lick a long stripe up the underside, showing him the leftover cum that you lapped up before making a show of swallowing.

“That’s it, listen so well when you’re not fighting me,” he says looking down at you, shifting some so you can clean him more. “How do we taste?” he asks, voice cute, laced with a grin.

You heat up at the praise, but give another little lick before saying softly, “Good…” Your eyes cross slightly when you look at the tip in front of you. He’s fully there again, hard, and leaking. “What are you going to do with this?”

Again, he’s switching the position up, though he only shimmies down your body a little bit this time. Hunching over, he nips your cheek while he says, “Wouldn’t you like to know?” He presses a smile into the pudge before kissing the apple.

When he rights himself, his hands immediately go to your tits. Squeezing them, watching as they jiggle and give under the grip of his greedy hands. Then he’s smiling at you, a little sheepishly, bringing his cock to the valley between them. He drools, lets the spit flow from his mouth down to his cock, your skin.

Your hands are on his thighs as you watch him contently. He looks at your body with wonder in his eyes, reminiscent of a virgin seeing another person naked for the first time. He’s far from that, has taken you any and every way imaginable it seems like, but it’s like you’re his love drug— like everytime is as good as the first, him only wanting you more and more as time goes on.

You keen under his grip, back arching. The hold his hands have on you is a little painful and sure to leave an ache, but you know that’s what he wants. To leave another form of lingering ownership on your body, as he presses your tits tight around his cock.

He moans when he rocks his hips, the first thrust into you the plush pillowing of your tits is enough for his head to roll back, his breath to catch. He’s bracing himself on your body, heavy on your chest as he fucks your tits, and it’s like he doesn’t even notice, too lost in the feeling.  

You’re still just watching him when he flutters his eyes open. He blushes when he sees you, sputters out a soft laugh. “Stop watching me.”

Giggling back a little, you say, “Well what else am I supposed to do?”

His rough mood seems to have simmered down after finishing the first time, the cum in your cunt affirming enough for him to relax a little, settle into a mood that’s a little more lazy and playful.

He hums, closes his eyes again. “You hold them… be useful, instead of nosy.”

You do as he says, and he looks down, sees how your tits overflow in your tiny hands, watches how the swollen tip of his cock pokes out the top every time he thrusts between them. He groans, eyes slipping shut again like the sight is too much. Bracing himself against the headboard, he starts to pick up the pace.

“Yeah, like that,” he whispers, as if you're the one doing the work. As if you’re the one that’s gripping the headboard and using it as leverage to repeatedly thrust his cock into your boobs. “Tighter-”

You can clearly feel the remnants of his harsh touches when you press your tits even more firmly together. The friction of him rubbing against you causes a slight burn on your skin, but you know it won’t be much longer. Can tell by the way his hips stutter just like his breaths, how his moans become more constant, eager as he works to cum— the high just a little harder to reach after his first orgasm.

Encouraging him, you tell him how you want it, all over you just like how his cum is inside you. How you wanna see it.

“Oh- I’m gonna cum again baby…” he warns you, hips pushing his cock frantically between your tits. Your eyes go from watching the way he works himself into the pillowy hold of your boobs to his face above you and you can see how his mouth is parted and how his eyes are shut with slightly raised brows. You moan under him, his expression enough for you to know he’s so close— “Yeah, yeah-” he pants, “Fuck, I’m cumming-”

He locks up above you, his body twitching as he cums, his moans broken and whiny. One shot is strong enough to hit under your chin, on the column of your neck, but the rest spurts from the angry, red head, dribbling to pool on your sternum.

You can only imagine how sensitive his cock is, so when his hands come down and whip your palms away from your tits, you’re not surprised. He still pulses when the grip around him is lost, and he sighs while he holds your hands above your head. He laces your fingers together before diving down as giving you a deep kiss.

He settles on top of you, careful of his cum. With curious eyes, he just kind of looks at you after he breaks the kiss, hands petting at your tangled hair. Then his eyes are roaming, taking in the white on your skin. He lingers at the drops on your neck.

With a trembling hand, Jeongguk swipes up a couple little droplets with the tip of his ring finger. You’re expecting them to come to your mouth, so you part your lips slightly while you wait, eyes lazy and lulling closed. Your mouth stays parted as you tense up, eyes opening in confusion when you feel his finger not at your lips, but at the precious little spot just below and behind your ear. When he massages his cum into your skin, you let out a shaky sigh, lashes fluttering.

“What are you-”

“Shh,” he shushes you. His voice is stern again.

You whine a little, hands clenching where they are still resting on the pillow by your head. It’s one of those things. Those nasty, dirty things— so similar to the way he rubbed his precum into your lips— that makes your tummy do somersaults. That mild sickly feeling that clouds your chest; uneasy yet simultaneously pleasurable and satisfying all at once.

As he repeats the action to the other side of your neck, you start to wiggle under him. Your pussy needy again, wet where he lays between your legs.

Jeongguk’s at your ear, right above where his fingers rub his cum into your skin. “You like this,” he murmurs, dull surprise lacing his words. “It’s so dirty, why do you like it so much, baby?” He nips gently at your earlobe. “Is it because you’re mine, and because you like whatever I do to you?”

Before you can reply, he’s straddling your waist. You choose to stay quiet, try and sit still while he racks his eyes over you again. He’s patient though, prompts an answer with a quirked brow as his fingertips trail through his cum, spreading it on your skin.

“Yeah, I like it because I’m yours…”

He hums, pleased. “Is there anything else you wanna say? Wanna ask?”

And you really thought the shame and humiliation was over for tonight. But evidently it’s not because you know that he knows what you want. That he can feel it in the way that you’re so tense under him in effort to stop the constant vibration thrumming though your body.

“Wanna cum again…” you whisper.

Jeongguk smiles lightly above you, keeps playing with his cum on your chest, swiping up the last little puddle with his thumb. And you’re sure this time he wants you to taste, your mouth being one of the only places he hasn’t marked as his today (with his cum), but he bypasses your lips, instead swiping his cum-covered thumb on your forehead.

You blink at him dumbly.

“Did you just Simba-mark me with your seed?”

He laughs loudly, the little rounds under his eyes making an appearance before he’s leaning down to kiss you, teeth clicking with yours as you both smile into it. “Let’s get you cleaned up. So messy,” he teases with a grin, as if he isn’t the one that soiled you.

And the denial of a second orgasm makes the need for it that much more apparent, the fluttery heartbeat between your folds pulsing. But you don’t complain, know that sometimes he does this. Usually only when you fight him excessively, but every once in a while he’ll be selfish with you even when you cave and hand over the control.

The water is warm and Jeongguk is already inside by the time you haul yourself off of the bed and meet him in the bathroom. You watch for a moment, through the clear glass of the shower door. His back muscles are rippled and his head is tilted back as he works his hands through his hair, the water cascading down his back. The slick wetness of his locks lets his undercut peek through, when he senses you and turns to look.

He pushes the door open, gestures for you to get in.

“Missed you,” he greets, making room for you under the spray.

You hum, rest your palms on his chest, as he works the water through your hair. You busy yourself by grabbing his body wash and squirting a little in your hands before lathering it up and spreading the bubbles across his body. It’s a Jo Malone scent, one that smells fresh yet woody at the same time; light enough to not be overbearing, but strong enough to linger for a while. He lets out a pleased little sigh at the feel of your hands on him.

He mirrors your actions except with your shampoo, something repairing to combat all the heat styling you do. With strong hands he massages the soap in, occasionally pulling back to see if it’s close to getting in your eyes, each time smiling fondly as the bubbles start to accumulate leaving your locks white and sudsy. He makes sure to wipe the itsy bit of cum off of your forehead.

You both rinse off the first steps in your shower routines, and you ask him if he wants you to wash his hair for him. He declines, says it’s not hair washing day.

With the soap on his body washed away, and nothing else on his list to do, he makes it his duty to tend to you again. He gets a dollop of conditioner in his palms, works his hands in your hair once more, making you purr a little as he rubs it into your scalp.

“Remember,” you say lazily, “leave it in for at least 5 minutes.”

You hear his smile more than see it, eyes blissfully shut. “I know, pretty.”

While he waits for the conditioner to seep into your hair, he goes for your body wash, but when he passes a different bottle, his fingers falter and twitch. He ends up opting to grab his instead.

You see the change, and you’re about to protest, so used to your habitual and particular steps, but he shushes you with a soft kiss.

“Just today, please?” he asks as he flips open the cap.

His kisses are convincing, and you’ve always been a little weak for him, so you nod.

While you tilt your head back to feel his trail of kisses on your neck, you also feel Jeongguk’s soapy hands on you, gentle, almost a little curious as he touches you. When he cups your tits in his palms, your nipples pebble despite the warmth in the shower. He rubs over them, rolls them in his grip, spreading the body wash. You act demure, like the feel of his hands on your body doesn’t reignite the spark between your legs. The one you’ve been trying to ignore since entering the washroom.

It’s not till he’s done washing you that the feeling gets to be almost too much. Especially when his wandering hands linger and continue to pet over you. He’s got your back to his front, his chin hooked on your shoulder, fingers dancing on the softest part of your lower belly before sliding down with the water droplets.

He doesn’t really touch you. Not the way you want.

“You’re teasing me,” you huff, frustrated at the way he’s just running his fingers over your folds.

He just hums, standing up straight, and removing his hand all together, instead going to reach for the removable shower head. “Am I?” he asks.

You can hear the click of the settings as he changes it to the jet stream.

“Tilt your head back,” he says.

With a hand shielding your eyes, Jeongguk rinses the conditioner out, leaving the jet at the nape of your neck for a second. You roll your shoulders as he starts to move the harsh stream over the muscles in your back, a soft groan sounding when he reaches a knot by your spine.

“Feels good?” he asks, gently. His voice has an airy lilt to it that it didn’t have a moment ago.

You nod, swallowing thickly when he brings the stream to your front, your back flush against his chest. He lets the stream hit all over your torso, the water warm against your skin, before he’s just briefly letting it hit right over your slit. You breathe out a tiny gasp.

“You use this sometimes, don’t you?” he asks, trailing the stream back up your body.

Again you just nod, your hand gently guiding his arm back down.

He lets you, pliant behind you as he whispers against the shell of your ear, “What do you want?”

One of your arms comes up and twines in his hair as you turn into him. He’s close, of course, so his mouth isn’t far and you only have to tilt your head up some to reach him and plead against his lips, “Please make me cum?”

You brush your nose against his cheek and he puffs out a soft breath against you before closing the distance between you with soft, wet kisses. The hand you have in his hair pulls, makes him groan into the kiss so that you’re able to slip your tongue into his mouth for a few moments, licking him up.

The free arm that he has wrapped around your waist tightens and you feel him pull you even tighter to his chest before it’s falling down to your thigh. He taps it softly as he says, “Put your foot on the ledge…”

It’s a little cutout in the marble wall, meant for a bar of soap or something, but it also doubles as a perfect place to rest your foot as you hoist your leg up.

The water is intense when Jeongguk finally brings the stream between your legs, but it’s good. It’s exactly what you’ve been craving, it’s enough to make your legs buckle, and enough to make your breathing hitch almost immediately.

“Oh god-” you whine, face turning into Jeongguk’s chest again, the hand that’s still in his hair tethering you in place.

“Is that right?” he asks, meaning the position of the jet.

He’s a man of many talents, one of them being knowing where your clit is in any and every sexual situation, so while it is right, it’s a little intense, so you place your free hand over his, nodding into him even as you move the stream a little up and to the side.

“Yeah, there- don’t move it-” you whisper, looking down your belly to where you can see the jet pulsing in between your legs, and the tattooed arm that’s holding it in place. The visual aids the already steady heat curling in your lower belly.

And fuck, water orgasms never take long, but its not even a few minutes before your starting to lock up in his hold, the leg you’re holding up starting to tremble and trying to close on the stream.

“Keep your legs open,” Jeongguk whispers, he sounds a little distracted, dazed maybe. But it could be the haze that’s starting to cloud your brain. “What’s it feel like, pretty?”

You know he wants dirty talk, that he wants to hear you struggle to form coherent sentences as your squirm against his chest— but frankly you don’t have enough time to struggle and fish for words, the only sentence running through your mind and past your lips being, “Feels like I’m gonna cum, fuck-”

Your voice is high pitched and whiny in your ears, and Jeongguk chuckles behind you a little, presses his cock that's plumped up again into the curve of your asscheek.

“Already?” he purrs.

The way he asks, almost like it’s a little pitiful and funny that you’re going to finish so soon, makes you whimper, but like you didn’t have time to think of words, you don’t have time to be humiliated either, the rush hitting you full force; the string in you snapping as the water gushes against your pussy perfectly. The strength of your orgasm takes your breath away as Jeongguk keeps the steady stream right where you showed him, until you're gasping in his hold and desperately pushing his hand away.

Your chest is still heaving when he appeases you, letting the water fall over your body once again. You feel him laugh into your neck where he’s placing sweet kisses.

“That was quick,” he teases.

“It always is with that,” you tell him, head slumped against his shoulder, “Plus you worked me up…” you add with a small pout.

He coos, “Was always gonna take care of you, you worked yourself up.”

You spin in his hold, draping your arms around his neck, and he gets back to letting the jet work into your muscles, his free hand settling in the curve of your waist while he looks down at you like he’s waiting for you to say something. His cock is hard against your tummy, and it makes a little idea sprout in your head.

“Have you…” you start, “have you ever cum with the water before?”

He laughs softly, shaking his head. “No, I don’t think it works the same as it does for you.”

“I think it could,” you muse, slipping your hand between your bodies. He flinches a little when you wrap your finger around him.

Then he sighs, hangs his head back. “Don’t know if I can cum again,” he admits, his hips slowly pushing and pulling in your loose fist.

“Try?” you ask, reaching behind you to take the shower head from him, and then dropping to your knees.

Jeongguk’s cock is thick and pink in your palm, the tip of it a bit more flushed and angry looking. You start by running the water over his thighs, glancing up at him every now and then. He’s got his eyes closed as you stroke him, his tiny pink tongue licking at his lips, as he runs his fingers lazily over his toned tummy.

You aim the stream at his cock, slowly dragging it up and down the length before putting it directly at the underside of the crown. Jeongguk breathes out a gasp, and the muscles in his belly contract and tense.

When you look up at him again, he’s looking down, watching you as you make him feel good, brows furrowed a little like he’s surprised that it feels good.

“Feels nice, huh?” you smile up at him.

Jeongguk grins back, nodding as he places a hand on your cheek. “Always make me feel so nice…” His thumb brushes your cheek and your water heavy lashes flutter a little as you press into his palm.

“Wanna make you cum,” you murmur.

His hand pulls away from your cheek, goes back to lightly teasing himself by running over his stomach up to his nipples. “I’ll try…”

He doesn’t really need to try. The constant stream almost feels like a vibration on the tip of his cock, except better in a way that he can’t explain. But like it wasn’t long for you— it’s not long before his breathing gets faster, deeper.

“I like this,” he tells you, voice lustful and soft, barely audible over the sound of the water.

You continue to pump him with a loose palm while the water does it’s magic. “Mmm, I can tell, love… you’re so hard…”

He was hard to start with, but after a couple minutes of the jet on him, he’s so much more so. So stiff that he’s standing straight up, the tip coming just below his belly button, rock hard in your palm. And he’s letting out these little noises. These little huffs and groans, like he’s working for it, pushing himself closer to the high.

“Mmf- fuck…” he stutters above you.

Glancing at him again, you see the way his eyes have squeezed shut, how he’s slumped against the shower wall like it’s getting hard to support himself, hands still raised, fingers still toying with his chest. His stomach goes in between tense, and the lower part expanding in that way that’s so unexplainably hot, just like it always does when he’s about to cross that point of no return.

“Gonna cum,” he mutters.

When he does, it’s so gratifying. Like making him feel good makes you feel even better as you watch the way he goes silent and rigid above you, and the way his overworked cock pulses and throbs in your hand, the littlest shots of white washing away as soon as they dribble from his slit.

It’s not until you wrap your lips around his tip and flick your tongue on the overstimulated under part of his head to suck the last little bit of his cum in your mouth that he starts to whine and twitch above you.

“Ah-” he grimaces, pulling at the hair at the back your head, “enough, oh my god- there’s no more-”

You hum against the tip for good measure, laughter filling your eyes, when he throbs in your hand again.

It’s when you’re in bed for an afternoon nap that you tell him the coworker that he got so worked up over is gay, and that you are the last person that he would be interested in. Jeongguk claims that he’s going to get rid of the mug that you religiously use every morning as payback.

But when you go out to make your Monday morning coffee the next day, the mug is sitting on the counter, ready for you along with your favorite spoon.

Some things, some feelings, are hard to shake. Like nagging, irrational jealousy, or the meticulous need to make sure a coaster is down, to be in control. But love is something you both indulge in, something you’re keen on.

~~~

bye the ending sucks but u came for the p0rn not my literary skills !! lmao!! anyway!! bruh 💀 the abo undertones i can't idk how this got so FILTHY like ?? nut as perfume ??? precum as lipgloss?? how tf does my brain even get to that point 😩 depraved and down so bad 🤧 but~~ i hope u liked it <3 pls reblog, like, comment, share, send an ask if u did~~ love talking to u and hearing ur brain thinks and opinions <3 muah~ :*

[intrepidacious]

Idk if you answer this type of questions but how is reader and bucky from set me free? 🥺💙 What are they up to? I loved them so much, and now I'm attached. Are they living together in the city? Or maybe it was overwhelming and they moved to a small town or a cabin in the woods?

well you’re actually the first person to ever ask this type of question 🥺 with most of my stories, i’m done thinking about them by the time i stop writing, but luckily for you, these two are very dear to me as well. so i do have a few thoughts

being understood

pairing: bucky barnes x (former) nymph!reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: an uncharacteristic amount of fluff

please note that my blog is rated 18+. minors dni. ageless/empty blogs will be blocked without warning.

a/n: this is a continuation of my fic set me free, please read that one first!! title is, once again, taken from the little mermaid musical <3

life as a human is different than you’d expected

mostly, it’s in a good way, but they really overcomplicate things wherever they can, don’t they?

but it doesn’t matter, because you’re not alone in this

it takes two weeks to cross the atlantic, on a ship you would have smelled from miles away just a few days ago, but now you find that, strangely enough, you don’t mind as much

you hate wearing shoes though. bucky still has to force them on your feet

"you’re gonna freeze to death, angel, and then what’ll become of me?"

he gets a glare for that, until he distracts you with a kiss

(it’s one of the better developments by far)

and you talk

you’ve been telling each other stories for a long time at this point, but now you don’t have to hold back anymore. now it’s not a tediously slow thing that takes hours to coax out of a dried up pen

you haven’t talked this much in years, decades maybe, because who would you have talked to, and about what? the river knew the seasons just as well as you did

now, though, for the first time in your life, you’ve got some catching up to do. and you love it

when you get to new york, you both move in with bucky’s family at first. because of course you do

winnie loves you immediately, and so do the twins, but rebecca’s a little more apprehensive. she’s like her father in that sense

they both feel that something isn’t quite normal with you

you’ve decided that you weren’t going to tell anyone else about your past

(you’re pretty sure steve knows, and some of the howlies at least suspect, but no one has ever confronted you about it, and you can live with things being a bit up in the air)

not that they’d believe you, anyway. you’ve found that believing in things beyond what is considered "rational" has dwindled horrifically over the centuries

your best bet, then, is to wait and to hope. you’re quite good at that

and thankfully, becca trusts her brother enough to let herself slowly warm up to you until one day, she offers to teach you how to braid challah

(you manage until the dough needs proofing, which is when you excuse yourself to the fire escape, breathing in the cool night air that smells faintly of smoke and dust, blinking until your vision doesn’t blur anymore. this is happy, you think. and then bucky ducks out to wrap his jacket around your shoulder and you marvel at the fact that happiness is a thing that expands every time you think you’ve reached its peak)

it’s nice, living with his family, and you can tell bucky needed this

he’s still in a lot of pain because of his arm, even though he tries to shield you from it

but you feel it, still, in your skin, your blood, your bones. his nightmares and yours work in tandem

some days, trying to kiss the doubts away just isn’t enough

whenever that happens, you’re both drawn to the water

it’s different from the one you called home, salty and wild, but it knows you, and it knows him. water changes, but it doesn’t forget

so when you walk along the beach on coney island hand in hand, blasted shoes left behind for once, and the sea laps at your toes, it’s like a gentle caress

being remembered, being understood by something so much larger than yourselves seems like an almost heartbreaking reassurance

(that longing will stay with you for the rest of your days, but you learn to live with the ache)

after a while, though, you both get restless

there’s just not enough room for seven people. bucky constantly feels like he’s in everyone’s way, and the kids have long given up trying to teach you pinochle

"what do you think we try'n get our own place? just you and me?"

the question is whispered into your ear in the dead of night, as if he were seriously thinking you capable of refusing an idea as wonderful as that

"or," he continues, because he can’t see the smile spreading on your face, "we can use some of that pension of mine and just get out of town for a while"

your hands find his face, tracing its sharp edges until you feel them soften underneath your fingertips

"doesn’t matter where we go. but i wanna go with you"

you’re not hurried in deciding your future. you’ve started to learn that while human years might be short, their days are long. and you have time

besides, steve made some arrangements that require bucky to go into manhattan several times a week

(howard stark, you learn, is not a doctor, but he’s a smart man, and there are some tricks he’s thought up to use broken fins again)

he seems lighter than you’ve ever known him, despite the additional weight on his shoulder

your boy hates feeling useless, even if no one’s ever thought him so

by the way his face lights up the first time he manages to move metal fingertips, you suppose this is a good development

it gives him some of that confidence back that you’d only seen flickers of before

bucky proposes to you for the second time on that beach on coney island, after you've been laughing and shouting through the afternoon and pressing into his side on terrifying rollercoasters you curse his name for

he’s so nervous, down on one knee, that you almost feel bad for laughing with the joy bubbling up inside of you when you tell him that you already accepted him weeks ago

he blushes again, and that pink tingeing his cheeks is quickly becoming your favourite colour

his grandma's ring fits your finger perfectly, and the fact that it’s adorned with a tiny pearl found in the depths of the sea generations ago seems fateful

(careful, pearl, your mother used to say, and maybe she knew even then that you’d never learn to listen. that you were destined for something other than the loneliness of rivers and stones. something grander like the ocean you fell in love with; the one in bucky’s eyes)

"let’s see the world," you whisper against his lips, and you feel that beautiful smile of his more than you see it

you’re more than ready for the rest of your happy ending

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[jalnandanz]

5 centimeters per second. — l.hs.

pairing: lee heeseung x fem!reader

summary: close friends and almost lovers, separated by distance. more than a decade of no contact, but the both of them still hold a small, almost-dying flame of hope that one day, they may be able to see the cherry blossoms fall again. just like what they did years ago.

genre: angst, fluff, “right person wrong time” trope (IM SORRY)

word count: 4.8k (it was intended to be like 10k im sorry idk what happened)

warnings: very heavy spoilers for the movie “5 centimeters per second” (the plot is mostly based off that), the entire fic is set in japan, reader is the same age as heeseung in this fic, a huge time skip, very brief mentions of smoking and drinking, idk maybe get tissues or smth ??

a/n: and here we go!!!! this is based off my favourite movie to ever exist (makoto shinkai ur a genius and i love ur works). im honestly just a sucker for angst and,,, there’s not much to say here tbh but enjoy!!! (silently praying this does well cuz i put my entire soul into this...) ily ^o^ pls pls do give me feedback, lmk ur thoughts on this!! it would be very appreciated <3

THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD! if there any mistakes please do lmk!

prologue. cherry blossoms fall at a speed of 5cm/s.

“They say it's five centimeters per second.”

“What is?”

“The speed at which cherry blossoms fall. It's five centimeters per second.”

“You seem to know a lot of this stuff.”

“The cherry blossoms are like snow, right?”

She ran off across the train tracks, not sparing a moment to wait for him. The train barriers went down, blocking his path to the girl.

Opening her pink umbrella (the exact same shade as the petals that she had watched with him earlier), she said to him with a gentle smile, “It would be great if we could watch the cherry blossoms fall again next year.”

The sound of the train passing by in front of them interrupted all their thoughts.

ACT ONE: us in the past.

i. sakura petals cascade down gently, almost like how our love slowly blooms.

He clutched the fragile letter in his hands, reading through every single word.

“Dear Heeseung, summer is pretty hot here, but not as scorching as Tokyo. But when I think about it, I miss Tokyo's hot summers too. I still remember all the scenery there, and even though the air-conditioning was freezing cold in the shopping malls, I miss it. The last time I saw you was at our elementary school graduation. It's already been 6 months. I can hardly believe so much time has passed. I wonder if you still remember who I am?”

Of course I do.

-

“Dear Heeseung, thank you for the reply. I’m heartened to know that you still remember me. It made me so, so happy. It’s well into autumn here, and the leaves have turned a brilliant orange. I even had to pull out a sweater for the first time in months yesterday. I’m-”

“Heeseung? What’s that? A love letter?”

He snapped his head up, startled to find a classmate of his, his grip on the white paper tightening.

“Is it true that you’ll be transferring next month?”, she asked. He replied with a sad “Yes”, and she said, “I see. It will be lonely here without you.” he smiled sadly, and turned his attention back to the precious letter in his grasp.

“I’m actually writing this letter on the train, because school and practice have been starting very early these days. I cut my hair the other day… even my ears are visible. It’s that short. You probably wouldn’t be able to recognise me if you saw me in public.”

No, I would recognise you anywhere.

“I’m back!”, his mother called out from the doorway, interrupting his letter-reading. “Welcome home.” the drowsy sound of the washing machine played lazily in the background.

“I bet you’re changing little by little too, Heeseung.”

Around him, the lights from rooms of the building opposite began to go out like flames in the dark night sky,

-

“Heeseung, have you been doing well these days? It's getting colder. It’s been starting to snow here. Everytime it snows, I wrap myself in blankets at home. I don’t think it’s snowed in Tokyo yet, right? Even though I've moved away for months, I still look at Tokyo's weather forecast out of habit.”

He contemplated on what to reply with.

The next day, he asked his friends, "Hey, have you ever been to Tochigi?”

“Tochigi? No clue.”

“... that’s what i thought.”

-

He fished out the letter he hadn’t finished reading yesterday from his school bag.

“I was surprised to hear that you were the one transferring schools this time in your reply. We both got used to transferring schools when we were little… But still, Kagoshima? That's pretty far away , isn’t it? It’s no longer a distance where I can meet you whenever I want just by riding a train for half an hour. That makes me feel a little… lonely. I know you can’t help it though. Take care, Heeseung.”

ii. i love you sounds like a promise.

“Dear Heeseung, I'm so, so happy that we will be seeing each other on 4th March. It’ll be just about a year since we last met, won’t it? I don’t know why, but I feel kind of nervous. Thank you for agreeing to meet at the station nearest to my house, it’s a long journey so be careful. I will see you at 7pm at the waiting area of the station. Also, there’s a large cherry tree near my house, so I bet that in the spring… the petals will fall at five centimeters per second. I’m really hoping spring will come with you on that day, Heeseung. You know why.”

I do. 

His alarm clock beeped for 12am, 4th March.

-

It was raining heavily outside that day. Heeseung heard some of his classmates mumble, “It’s supposed to snow by tonight.” 

He was packing his things, getting ready for the long train ride. Running over to his locker and throwing his things inside, he pulled out a piece of paper, filled with an elaborate plan of his calculations. If all went right, he would be able to reach about 10 minutes before (name) did. 

His watch showed 3.54pm, he was 6 minutes before time. Good. He ventured out in the rainy scenery before his eyes, pulling the hood of his coat over his head.

He got on the train, standing near the window. He looked outside and all he could see were small buildings flashing before his eyes, and snow. Snow. It wasn’t supposed to snow now, not now. Why now? Why did it not snow at night like what the weather forecast said it would? 

His mind wandered back to when they were 8, and having the time of their lives.

“Hey, have you finished the book I lent you?”

“Yes, it was great! I loved it.” Not as much as I love you.

- 

“Look! It’s a crab!” She proudly showed him her creation of a crab made out of french fries. He stared in awe, eyes sparkling. But they sparkle more when I look at you.

-

“Heeseung! It’s the cat we fed last time!” she jumped up and down excitedly, squealing when the cat made its way towards her, weaving itself between her legs. She bent down to pet its head, apologizing for not bringing any food. She picked the cat up and spun around, face lighting up with joy. Have I ever told you that I love your smile?

-

They were so similar. Exactly one year after Heeseung transferred to this new school, (name) transferred too. They both weren’t the most fond of loud places, and preferred spending time in the library. Naturally, they started talking and soon became close friends, and he had even saved her from a group of bullies ganging up on her. She had done the same too.

They were so similar, and so… in love. Maybe it was an exaggeration to say that at the mere age of 8, but he truly did feel a connection with her. 

For some strange reason, Heeseung thought that they would end up going to the same middle school, high school and so on. He thought they would stay together, just as they were doing right now. How wrong he was.

iii. but every second felt like an eternity.

“Shinjuku, Shinjuku, last stop. For passengers who…” the announcement faded away.

Heeseung raced down the stairs to change train lines, reaching the train just in time before the door closed behind him. It was the first time he was at Shinjuku station. His heart pounded rapidly. He was finally about to see (name) again.

“This train will be stopping for 4 minutes to connect with the express train. For passengers headed…” 

Heeseung got off the train, waiting in line to catch the next train. 

He sighed as another memory freed itself from the cage he tried to lock it in.

-

“You’re transferring schools? But you went through all that trouble to get accepted in your current one.” 

“I'm moving to a school in Tochigi… I'm so sorry.

“No, don’t feel sorry…”

“I tried telling my parents I could go from where I'm at now but they said they won’t let me until I'm older. I’m sorry…” her voice cracked at the last few words.

“You don’t have to say anymore, I understand.”

“I’m sorry…”

Through the speaker, he could clearly hear how her heart shattered like glass falling from a shelf. Yet there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.

-

At the terminal Heeseung transferred to, there were crowds of people coming home after work. The smell of fresh snow lingered in the atmosphere, the sound of squeaky rain boots from the commuters reached his ears like an unwanted melody. 

“Due to the unexpected snow, the trains headed to Oomiya terminal will be experiencing a short delay of 8 minutes in arrival. We seek your understanding and patience…”

Yet another delay. Until that moment, Heeseung had never even considered the thought of the trains arriving late. He looked at his travel plan, glancing back and forth from his watch to the handwritten words on the crumpled piece of paper. His anxiety grew even larger. 

“The train is currently running 10 minutes late. We apologize for any inconveniences in your busy day…” The dreaded announcement played, with Heeseung losing hope every minute. 

His watch showed 5.54pm.

“Dear passengers, due to the delay of the previous train, we will be stopping at this station for a while. We appreciate your understanding.”

The stations seemed to move further and further apart from each other, and Heeseung thought that he might never even be able to reach his destination. When the train finally moved, it seemed to stop at every single station for an unbelievably long wait, and time quickly passed by in a flash. He had more than 20 stations to go, and his watch showed 6.59pm. He had a minute left.

Tick. 

It was 7.00pm.

The wait was so painfully long, and Heeseung was so, so hungry. Everything was dampening his spirits, and he never imagined that such a long-awaited day had turned into his worst nightmare. Everything was going wrong.

The time on his watch moved like a flash of lightning, yet the wait on the train was like a snail moving. 

The time they said to meet had passed, and Heeseung dejectedly dumped his bag on one of the seats. He was scared that (name) was beginning to worry. He took out the letter meant for her from his pocket, gazing defeatedly at it. 

The day she called him to tell him that she was transferring schools, he decided to write every single thing he had wanted to say. He worked on that one letter for 2 weeks, pouring his heart and soul into it. He couldn’t wait for her to read it and couldn’t wait for her reply. in the letter, he had confessed his feelings.

Stuffing the letter back in his pocket, Heeseung got off the train, heading to the next terminal to change lines. Staring at the piece of paper filled with his plans yet again and gazing at his watch, he walked towards a vending machine. The time was 7.41pm, and he was feeling so utterly defeated.

He reached into the pocket of his coat to pull out coins to buy a can of coffee. Rummaging in it, he pulled his hand out. The slightly creased letter got caught on his hand and fell out of his pocket, flying out into the snowstorm outside. There was nothing Heeseung could do except watch the letter fly away, until he could no longer even make out the silhouette of it. He hit the vending machine with his fist in frustration. Tears welled up in his eyes as he stared down at his shoes, standing there like a pathetic loser. 

Everything was going wrong. 

iv. all that remained was the lingering feeling of her soft lips.

Heeseung got onto the next train, still thinking back about the letter he had poured all his love and heart into writing. It was so sad that something so precious could be taken away so easily. 

“Dear passengers, due to the heavy snow, we will be making a temporary stop here. We apologize for any inconvenience…”

Heeseung stared at the black watch on his left wrist. 8.54pm. His face dropped as he removed the watch, placing it onto the small silver tray beside him. He was convinced that this was the worst thing that could ever happen, and that things could not get any worse. At least he found some stupid comfort in that knowledge. 

Thinking about her letters, he seemed to picture her always writing them alone, with no one beside her to keep her company. 

In the end, the train stopped there in the wilderness for almost 2 hours. 

The universe clearly hated him. 

He couldn’t do anything but sit there and wait. He was sure (name) would have gone back home by now.

Please tell me you have already returned home.

-

When Heeseung finally reached his destination, it was 10.50pm. (name) would definitely not be here anymore. He walked down the stairs, greeting the officer at the information counter with a defeated smile. 

Where would he stay now? What would he do? He travelled almost 7 hours just to be defeated by this stupid thing called time. 

He continued walking, dragging his feet behind him. Looking up, he saw a brief silhouette of a girl, his eyes widening in pure shock. He walked closer, stopping a few meters away from her. Her, who was sitting in front of a roaring fireplace, wrapped in a red scarf.

No… tell me you’ve gone home. Tell me you didn’t wait for me until now…

He walked even closer, stopping in front of the girl. It was her.

“(name)...”

She slowly turned her head up, vision blurring with tears when she saw his face. All she could do was hang onto his coat and sob.

-

He grabbed a rice ball from the handmade bento she’d worked on since this morning.

“How is it?” 

“It’s the most delicious rice ball I've ever had.”

“You’re exaggerating…!”

The pair sat in front of the fireplace, eating and talking. Maybe this journey was worth it in the end.

-

The pair walked into the slightly less heavy snow, their footprints making an imprint in the blanket of white beneath their feet.

The girl ran into the winter wonderland, stretching her hands out as she caught the small flakes of snow in her palms. 

“Hey, is that the cherry tree you talked about in your letter?” The boy asked. 

“Yeah. It's the cherry tree. Don’t you think it looks a little like snow?”

They gazed into each other’s eyes. ”It sure does.” Their lips met. 

As the snow fell softly to the ground, Heeseung was suddenly filled with a strange sadness. He knew that from that point on, they wouldn’t be together forever. All that could stay with him was the lingering feeling of her warm, soft lips.

That night, they stayed in a shack by the field, wrapped together in layers of blankets. They fell asleep side by side.

-

The next morning, the two parted. 

"Heeseung, I'm sure you'll be okay from now on. I know it."

"Thank you, (name), you'll be okay too!" 

The train doors closed shut, separating the two. 

"I'll write to you, I'll call you too!" He desperately tried to shout his last words, placing his palm on the window of the glass door. Matching her palm to his, she smiled, trying to hide her despair. The train left the station. 

He never told her about the letter for her that he'd lost, because his world changed after that kiss. 

She took out a pink letter from her bag, meant for him but never given in the end. She wistfully looked towards the never-ending blue sky, and for once she felt that there was still hope.

He, too, looked out towards the scenery beyond the window. Everything was blanketed beneath a thick layer of white snow. The blue sky was clear, still, filled with clouds. If Heeseung saw correctly, there was one in the shape of a flower. He wondered if she had spotted that cloud too.

There was a strange comfort in the knowledge that they would still be under the same sky, forever. 

ACT ONE: us in the past. END.

ACT TWO: the missile in the dark sky.

v. and yet i know it was love at first sight.

Sumida took in a large breath, trying to gain the courage to talk to him.

She walked over to where he was practicing archery, a smile dancing on her face when he saw her. “Good morning, Heeseung!” she chirped.

“Good morning, Sumida. You went to the beach again right? You’ve been practicing hard.”

Her face grew warm at the praise. “I wouldn’t exactly say that…”

-

She still hadn’t filled in the form.

Ah, the form. The one where they asked every student in school to tell them what they were aiming for in life. Be it a dream job or further education, Sumida had no idea at all what she wanted to do.

“Of course, you haven’t filled it out. Everything that’s on your mind is about Heeseung.” her friend said with a knowing laugh. She denied it strongly, a blush growing on her face at the mere mention of his name. 

That evening, she stared out towards the open sea. When would she be able to surf again? The thought worried her.

-

The next day after class, she stood behind a wall near the bike shed. After spotting him, she gasped and hid back behind the wall. Pretending to have run into him there, she walked out. 

“Sumida? You’re on your way home too?”

“Ah, yes…”

“Let’s go back together.”

Since the start, Sumida had always thought Heeeung was different from the other boys. She fell in love with him at first sight, on the day he transferred to her class. Every single day, she thought that her love for him grew even stronger. She didn’t know what to do, and she was scared every day. 

“Sumida? We’re at the convenience store, do you want to buy the packet milk that you drink every day?”

She nodded her head, and rushed inside the shop. After paying, she stepped out, only to see him staring at his phone wistfully. He immediately snapped the phone shut when he saw her, tucking it in his pocket. “Oh, you didn’t get the milk today?” She shook her head and told him that she wanted to try something new.

She found herself thinking about what happened earlier. Sometimes he seemed to be writing a text message, and maybe it was wishful thinking, but she hoped that the message would be addressed to her. 

-

The next evening, she was riding her motorcycle back home again, but this time by herself. Along the way, she spotted a familiar bike. Taking her helmet off, she got down the bike. She climbed up the small hill, only to see Heeseung writing another text message… again. 

“Oh, Sumida? I’m surprised you found me here. We didn’t see each other at the bike shed today.”

He’s so kind. I don’t deserve it.

They got on their motorbikes again, riding until they stopped at a red light. A huge construction lorry drove by, and it seemed to go slower than a snail’s pace. 

“They say it goes at 5 kilometers per hour.”

Something in Heeseung dropped. “They say it falls at 5 centimeters per second.”

It started raining.

vi. now i realize that you were never looking at me.

Tap. Tap. He was writing yet another text message… to no one. 

He wondered when he got this strange habit.

The next morning before school, it was finally clear enough for Sumida to surf again. She was finally in her zone. 

At school during lunch, one of Sumida’s friends asked, “You’re looking extremely happy today, Sumida. Did something happen between you and Heeseung?” she said nothing, and just grinned, a light blush spreading across her cheeks.

“No way!” Her friends gasped in surprise. She decided not to tell them.

She was going to confess to Heeseung today.

Yet again, she pretended to run into him at the bike shed. She mustered up her courage, waving to him. She got the same packet of milk at the convenience store, and decided that it was the right time to tell him. Pulling on his shirt, she opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. 

“Is anything wrong?”

“No… it’s nothing. Sorry.”

He nodded and they got on their bikes, but Sumida’s bike seemed to have stopped working. 

Heeseung noticed it and said, “We’ll leave the bikes here and repair it tomorrow. I’ll walk home with you.” She was about to refuse, but he had already started walking.

They walked side by side along the deserted path, not exchanging a single word. 

I have to tell him… but how?

She looked down at her feet, tears starting to form in her eyes. She trailed behind him, the tears turning into sobs. Heeseung turned around, startled to see her suddenly crying. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, it’s nothing…” She still continued sobbing. Why? Don’t be so nice to me…

The pair stood there, no words leaving their mouths except for sobs from Sumida. Suddenly, a loud roaring sound could be heard. As they turned to look at the source of the interruption, they spotted a missile being launched into the sky. It seemed to go higher and higher, and never stopped. Then, once it was all out of view, all that remained was a cloud of white smoke. 

Sumida felt like she found the answer to everything.

She now knew why she had found Heeseung to be different from others, but at the same time, she finally realized that Heeseung was never really looking at her. That is why, on that day, she never confessed or said a word to him.

vii. because i will never be the one you desire.

Heeseung was kind. He was truly kind. But he was always looking far beyond her. He was looking far into the distance. She would never know what he was looking for.

She was sure she couldn’t give him what he truly wanted. 

Like the missile blasted into the universe on that day, he would only be looking towards the unknown.

Today, tomorrow, next week, next month, next year… he would always only look far beyond her. 

But even today, tomorrow, next week, month, year, forever… she would only look at him. She would only be helplessly in love with him. She would only desire him.

Even if they magically got together somehow, she knew that she would never be the one who he wanted most. She would only be a backup plan. She would only be a mere replacement. 

Because whatever he was searching for, whoever he seemed to be texting everyday, and whoever he wanted, that person would never be her. And she knew that, as much as she didn’t want to admit it. So she gave up.

She gave up trying to befriend him. She gave up trying to make him fall for her. She gave up hoping that he would somehow return her feelings.

She also hated him for giving him false hope, for being so kind to her, for comforting her all the time. However, she was thankful for him all the same.

It was time for her to stop trying.

Whoever you’re looking for, far beyond me, I hope you find them.

ACT TWO: the missile in the dark sky. END.

ACT THREE: last night, i had a dream.

viii. what if i had turned my head back that day?

Click. Tap. The sound of a keyboard reverberated throughout the small one-room apartment. Heeseung was typing and working on a document for his workplace, just as his boss had instructed him to. When he was done, he snapped the lid of the laptop shut, leaning back in his chair. His neck and shoulders ached. 

His phone rang, his girlfriend’s name on the caller ID. Deciding not to pick the phone up, he tells himself that he will break up with her later. Not now.

He decided to head out. Throwing on a brown jacket, he shut the door behind him. It was spring anyways, it wouldn’t be too cold.

Reaching the railway tracks, he walked past a girl. How funny. It was the same tracks as the one that they had promised to watch the cherry blossoms together at. And the girl... She seemed to recognise him. And he had recognized her. He gasped lightly, but never turned his head back. Once they were both on opposite sides of the railway, he stopped in his tracks. 

If I turned back now, I have a strong feeling that she would turn back as well.

He slowly looked over his shoulder, and so did she, and-

Whoosh!

The train zoomed past them, obstructing their view of each other. Just like years before.

The train never seemed to end. He looked down to the floor.

After it had fully passed by, he lifted his head up again, slowly and expectantly.

She was gone.

ix. and the snow falls like cherry blossoms on a vibrant spring day.

Heeseung was walking home from yet another dreaded day at work. The sky was already dark.

Out of habit, Heeseung took his phone out, beginning to type a message, yet stopped just before he hit send. Who was this message addressed to?

Stuffing his phone back in the pocket of his coat, he noticed it. 

Small flakes of white dancing down gracefully, one of them melting in his palm. 

It had started to snow. 

-

“(name), i really wish you’d stay til’ new year’s.”

“Mother, I’ll be seeing you in a month for the wedding anyways. It’s fine.”

“Alright then. Take care of him well, okay? Call us if you need anything.”

“I will.” (name) smiled as she boarded the train, waving to her parents.

-

The book wasn’t as interesting as she hoped it would be. Closing the book, she placed it neatly in her bag. Her engagement ring twinkled as it caught the sunlight.

She looked out of the window wistfully, as if she was searching for something far away in the distance. 

Last night, I dreamt of something. Back when he and I were both still children. It’s probably because of the letter I found yesterday while looking through my old possessions. 

-

Somewhere in his apartment, Heeseung held a cigarette in his hand. His phone rang again. Heading into his apartment from the small balcony, he stared blankly at the email. Speed-reading it, one of the sentences caught his eye.

“Even now, I still love you…” That’s what the girl he’d been with for 3 years said. Yet, he was sure that even if they had exchanged a thousand messages, their hearts wouldn’t have moved even a centimeter closer.

Because I’m still in love with her. 

x. the cherry blossoms stir and fall again as the train passes by.

Over the past few years, Heeseung has had so many thoughts. He didn’t know what these disturbing feelings were about or where they had surfaced from, so he decided to drown himself in work. Then one day, he realized that his heart was withering, and there was nothing in it but pain. He had completely lost all his feelings.

That day, he resigned from his job.

Kicking off empty beer cans from his floor, he put on a coat and walked out into the streets. It was cooling, and not too chilly. Perfect.

He walked into the convenience store, the bell on the door chiming behind him. He picked up a magazine, the front cover of it being the missile that was launched a decade ago. The one that he saw with his own two eyes.

At the same time when he was reading the magazine, she was standing at the train station, ready to go back home for the wedding.

-

Last night, I had a dream.

A dream of long ago.

Within the dream, the two of us were still thirteen…

Standing across the vast field blanketed in snow as far as the eye could see.

In the distance, the lights shimmering in houses were set sparsely, far and wide.

All that was left upon the newly fallen snow were our footprints. 

Just like that…

We wished, without hesitation, that one day…

The two of us would be able…

… to see the cherry blossoms together again.

The snow fell gently, cascading down like cherry blossoms from a sakura tree.

[ohmyeyesmyeyes]

Idk if you do one shots inspired in songs, but if so, Would you mind doing one with a Taylor Swift's song which is called "The 1"? With Mason Mount please

< i love taylor so much and i really hope i didn’t completely butcher this, but thanks for the challenge :) >

MASON MOUNT ONESHOT

the 1

( WARNING: little bit of angst and fluff?, swearing )

word count: 1.8k

Things don’t often go as we expect them to, and it’s often incredibly difficult to replan your life around that massive change and adapt your lifestyle so you can — in reality — live again.

It’s like trying to find your feet when you’re in the air — it feels impossible but you know with time you’ll eventually meet the ground again.

That’s what it felt like when you and Mason broke up four years ago.

You were fresh out of uni and at the time, you really thought he’d be it for you, and honestly, so did he. A break up thrown into the mix of having to navigate adult life just seemed to put a huge stopper on all your plans; the holiday you two had both booked for a weekend away in Ireland, the meals out with friends that you had to cancel, and the house showings you were set to attend.

Looking back on your relationship now, you realise it wouldn’t have been the worst thing to end up with Mason. All the years and effort and time put into loving him were — without a doubt — some of the best years of your life (at that stage in life), and did you regret it?

Not one single bit.

But four years is the perfect amount of time to heal, remove the salt from the wound and finish grieving.

But he was here. In real life.

You’d imagined running into him in the supermarket or on a night out with your friends, but a bus stop?

That one was weird. Mainly because you both hated catching the bus with a burning passion.

But it lead to a catch up over coffee.

It was a quiet place, out of the way of the usual lunchtime hustle and bustle in the city, and for that you were grateful. You could hear your own thoughts.

It was awkward at first, you couldn’t keep your eyes from fixating on his figure, his features, because four years can really change a person. He was much broader, his hair a little shorter, but he was still that same Mason you once loved.

You knew that because the first thing he did when he sat down was offer you that cheeky, charming smile that had you hooked from the second you met.

He’d asked how you were, and you answered honestly: you were living well, your best life, and to the fullest. And you knew and he knew that it wasn’t a lie.

He could tell by the smile on your face and the new, sparkling band on your wedding finger. He half expected that blow to sting a little — that you’d found someone and he hadn’t, but he was never one to be bitter whatsoever, at least, not when it came to you.

Instead, he offered his congratulations and the only inkling of regret he held was not being there when it happened.

I guess you never know, never know,

And if you wanted me, you really should’ve showed,

And if you never bleed, you’re never gonna grow,

And it’s alright now.

There was silence after that.

You had one thing on your mind, and you knew by the way he was looking at you that he was also thinking the same thing.

You took a sip of your coffee.

He mirrored your actions, seemingly startled when you placed your mug onto your saucer, the chink of porcelain against porcelain echoing around the small shop cutting through the previous quietness.

“I think I hated you for a while.” You murmured, and if Mason wasn’t leant over the table slightly, he would’ve missed the statement completely.

He nodded in understanding, his brown eyes shining with the faintest hint of guilt.

“I think I was so frustrated with the idea that we just…didn’t work, and I blamed it on you.” You paused, fingers twisting your rings.

He paused, mulling over his words, “And now? Still hate me now?”

You bit back a small smile and met his eyes, “No…I think it’d take a whole load of bad shit to get me to hate you.”

He smiled.

“That’s good to know.”

“I mean, I think it was a long time coming anyway, that break up.”

“It didn’t feel right for a while.”

“No,” you agreed, “as much as it hurt to admit, I think we just failed…as a couple. There was a point where we were just together for the sake of not giving up on the relationship, but with no real reason to continue.”

But we were something, don't you think so?

Roaring twenties, tossing pennies in the pool,

And if my wishes came true,

It would've been you,

In my defense, I have none,

For never leaving well enough alone,

But it would've been fun,

If you would've been the one.

He seemed to ponder over your words, and although he never voiced it, he came to the conclusion that you’d just put into words — perfectly — the itch that had been tickling his brain for the past few years.

“Despite that, you can’t deny that we weren’t something…” he started, before breaking off and shaking his head, as if the mere thought was ridiculous.

“We were something special. I think, had things stayed like they were in the beginning, that…you and I…” you waved your hand, tilting your head, and he nodded in agreement, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Me too. I think…in another life we could have made each other happy. It would have been fun.”

The words ‘if you would’ve been the one’ echoed in your head, and despite the passive aggressiveness of your conscience, you found yourself holding back a smile.

“Water fights in winter and eggs with ketchup…perfect. I’d never have gotten tired of that.” You mused, and he spluttered slightly on his coffee, laughing along with you in what felt like a decade.

I have this dream you're doing cool shit,

Having adventures on your own,

You meet some woman on the internet and take her home,

We never painted by the numbers, baby,

But we were making it count,

You know the greatest loves of all time are over now.

“Then again, who knows? Maybe you’ll fall over in the airport and some lucky person will help you off the floor—”

“You’re about to say something cheesy, aren’t you?” Mason covered his mouth, scrunching his nose in anticipation as you nodded.

“All this nostalgic bullshit has me emotional! I swear, just this once…just this once, and I promise you can laugh about it afterwards.” You swore, holding out your pinkie for confirmation.

He didn’t hesitate, and linked your pinkie.

“You’ll find someone else. It’ll be love at first sight—hey, let me have this moment…maybe love at second sight, knowing you… you’ll go to some really magical place and have the most amount of fun you’re ever gonna have…hikes, skydiving, looking after animals I’m sanctuaries…you’re gonna have the time of your life — like Grey and Swayze.” You sniggered, unable to hold in your laughs at the ridiculous scenarios.

Mason pulled a face, unable to hide a smile.

“Okay, okay. End of story: they’ll be perfect. The Chandler to your Monica or the Robin to your Ted. But, you understand what I’m talking about, right?” You asked, sighing out of frustration.

“You’re saying I’ll find my person.” He concluded, sitting back in his chair.

“Yeah.”

We were something, don't you think so?

Rosé flowing with your chosen family,

And it would've been sweet,

If it could've been me,

In my defense, I have none,

For digging up the grave another time,

But it would've been fun,

If you would've been the one.

“Like…your grandma and grandad. I want what they have.” Mason smiled.

“They’ll be pleased to hear that,” you said, “I don’t think they’re quite over us yet. You were too…you at family meals. They fell in love with you too.”

This time Mason really laughed. Really laughed. He threw his head back and the people working at the counter turned to look at him, fighting their own smiles at his carefree nature.

What you’d said wasn’t even that funny.

“Too me? Thanks, I think?”

“Oh, that’s definitely a compliment. You’re too damn charming for your own good, it’s a problem. You should come with a warning label on your forehead: EASY TO LOVE.”

“That’ll solve a lot of problems.”

There was silence.

It was relieving to say the least.

“That whole conversation was about four years too late.” You said, pursing your lips.

“Better late than never.” Mason murmured, his eyes trained on you.

The pressure on your shoulders was lifted. All the things that needed to be said were said.

As time passes, the wound heals — sometimes, but in your case, that was true, as hard as it was to come to that conclusion — and it suddenly became easier to recall the loss of what might have been without bringing you back to wishing it would be again.

It was nice.

“Would it be totally inappropriate—”

“Not at all.” You interrupted, shrugging at his raised eyebrows.

“You didn’t know what I was going to say.” He chuckled.

“I’ll have you know that years of knowing you granted me the issue of knowing what you’re going to say,” You said, pointing an accusatory finger in his direction.

“What was I going to say?” He challenged, “If you get it right, I’ll get you tickets to the next game.”

You raised your brows.

“Confident, are we?”

He shrugged, a smug smirk on his lips.

“I don’t think it’s totally inappropriate to be friends.” At your words, he slumped in his chair, hands going to cover his face.

“No.” He groaned, repeating the word like a mantra as you pumped the air with your fist.

“Three tickets to the next game in the bag.” You bragged.

“Honestly.” He whined, peeling his hands away. “Why are you so difficult?”

“You offered the terms.”

“Why am I so dumb?” He rephrased.

“Ah, I'm afraid only you can answer that one.”

“The brain cells I have left don’t have enough energy to come up with an answer to a question as philosophical as that one—yes, it was philosophical to me, okay?”

“I wasn’t going to say anything.” You promised, putting your hands in the air in surrender.

“Just remember who’s going to give you those tickets, yeah?” He teased, sitting up.

“Abusing your power, nice move.”

“Oh…shut up.”

“Weak.” You coughed, trying to disguise the fact you said anything.

He looked straight at you, highly unimpressed by your tactics.

“Very original.” Was all he said.

“Is it supposed to be this easy?” You blurted out, spitting out the words before you could rethink the consequences of them being thrown into the abyss between you and Mason.

He knitted his brows together in thought.

“I don’t know,” he answered honestly, “but we were friends way before, it’s not hard to fall back into old habits. I think that’s why it’s so easy.”

[jae-canikeepyou]

| adjacent | j.jh

pair: jaehyun x fem!reader

word count: 18k+ (unedited & not proof read)

summary: jaehyun turns into a golden retriever whenever the day reaches the most beautiful time; golden hour. a secret he kept his entire life & always wonders how long he could keep it, especially when you suddenly showed up.

genre: au + golden retriever!jaehyun + hs!nct

a/n: idk what came to me as i brainstormed this but by now, nctzens and valentines should know jaehyun’s a golden retriever :3 so i decided to write a plot for this adorable fact T^T heavily inspired with fruits basket and beauty & the beast! i really hope you’ll like it. lmk what you think! enjoy reading lovelies! ~j

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time was ticking real quick.

he rushed through the bustling people, avoiding the narrow crowds and jay-walked countless pedestrian crossings. he needed to hide. no one should see him transform. there was little time left. why was he so careless each time this happened? his parents and younger brother warned him to be alert at all times. did he listen? no, never did. they compared him to a rock— hard headed and stubborn. but all he ever wanted was to be free.

curses! just a little more, a few metres more! he pant as he tried to catch air. he felt his flesh tingling, his senses doubling and tripling. jaehyun peddled as fast as he could, at least reach the line of bushes by the basketball court. hopping over the plants, he threw his bag aside and jumped off his bike before bracing for the fall.

the now broken bell sounded horrible as jaehyun’s brother caught up to him with his skateboard. “dad’s gonna kill you if you ask for another bike for your birthday.” he sighed looking at the loosened chain while picking up the single-track vehicle and the scattered clothes.

jaehyun transformed to a golden retriever puppy and struggled to come out of the bushes with his tiny paws and body. when he succeeded, he scratched the back of his ears to brush off the leaves stuck to them. “won’t happen, sungchan. i’ve already saved up enough by then. i’m not gonna burden dad for my wants.”

sungchan pressed the bridge of his nose. “you’re kinda being a burden now.” he picked the animal— his brother— up and put him inside his coat, as well as the belongings on the ground. he hopped on the bike and headed towards jaehyun’s campus.

“what did you say?” jaehyun barked tried opening the zipper from the inside of sungchan’s coat.

“nothing.” the younger excused. “but can i have your bike if you actually plan to get a new one?”

“ugh just bring me to the court. i’ll be late for my morning practice.”

the brothers were able to communicate telepathically as they’re related and were both cursed. instead of golden hour, sungchan transforms during the blue hour, which occured at twilight. tracing back to their ancestors, all were cursed for unknown inexplainable circumstances. they tried breaking it with all they could. every idea ended a failure. so they had to live through it, adjust, adapt and be alert.

they bumped into ten, kun and jungwoo, who were doing warm-ups and they simultaneously trailed their eyes and heads towards the jung brothers. seeing the huge pouch on sungchan’s stomach area, they all cracked up and checked the time. “oh yeah, it’s sunrise.” jungwoo spun the ball on his pointer finger.

ten grabbed the pup with one hand and jaehyun barked at him but he couldn’t understand a thing. although he was confused, he continued to carry him in his palm because jaehyun’s response was funny. “what is he trying to say?” he chuckled and poked the pup’s snout.

“he said ‘it hurts. put me down idiot’. i have to be honest with you hyung. holding us by the back of the neck really hurts.” unlike his brother, he was rather calm and collected despite already imagining the pain.

“you’re a blue holland lop bunny. it’s normal to carry you like this too right?” ten showed the pup to sungchan.

kun facepalmed at the question and took jaehyun. “no dimwit it’s not normal. sorry jae. you know he just likes teasing your puppy form.”

“‘wait until i turn back’- ugh seriously do i really have to translate hyung’s words every time?” sungchan gave jaehyun’s clothes and bike to jungwoo. “you know what to do when he transforms back yeah?”

they nodded and upon seeing the kid leave and headed towards his campus, jaehyun couldn’t wait to turn human. he would always beat ten up almost immediately— sometimes forgetting that he was naked. for the dudes it was alright. the problem was if he was with girls, though he hasn’t encountered anyone so far. he hoped he didn’t have to.

the harsh drills from basketball practice already sucked the energy out of jaehyun. not only that it was physically tiring, transforming into a dog twice a day before that have doubled the strain. then him transforming back would cause migraines and painful joints, as they were the aftermath of the curse. he had to keep his title of m.v.p and captain since the told them there was a possibility of him of having a scholarship for college. he couldn’t let a minor pain hinder that chance. not ever.

however, ten and the others could read his suffering. to them it was obvious through his exhales and slowing speed. hiding it was of no use. jungwoo ruffled his hair with a clean towel after shower. “can’t you just be like that dog in the movie ‘up’? have a collar that translates barks into actual language?”

jaehyun rolled his eyes and wore his black t-shirt. “it’s a damn movie, jungwoo. the world might’ve evolved and advanced in technology and even if they were to exist they’d be expensive. can’t afford that.”

“you sound negative, don’t you have any hope at all?” kun joined the conversation.

“never had any. stopping this curse is impossible. it’s been generations. my dad’s still suffering too. i have to find a way.” he fixed his black cap in front of a mirror.

but he knew there wasn’t. silence loomed above them as the team struggled to continue the topic. they tried not to bring it up yet each time they did, it always ended awkwardly and badly. it was either they riled jaehyun’s mood— mostly ten— or jaehyun himself was building his own raincloud by sulking about it and not looking at the bright side.

how ironic it was, he thought. generally speaking, even though being golden had good intentions and the breed was meant to bring happiness to others, he felt the total opposite. if he had to describe it, it was all insecurity, lowered his self-esteem and hopelessness only increased over the years as he grew.

thinking about it, he slammed the locker a little too hard that its components caused it to bounce back.. and also added to fuel of his anger. “break that again you’ll be in the coach’s office.” kun tied his shoelaces and the others agreed.

“my dad is the coach, what do you mean?” he questioned at the stupidity.

“you didn’t show up the last time it broke. we got the punished in your stead. uncle wasn’t happy.” ten got out of the showers last, a towel was wrapped around his waist before the younger ones were scarred for a second.

“it was sunset and i transformed! of all people dad’s supposed to understand! i-” jaehyun rubbed his face quite agressively and headed straight outside.

“oi i’m still changing! wait up!”

jaehyun kicked the bike’s stand attached to the rear wheel. he and his father didn’t have the best relationship compared with other kids, but he could say that it was better than the relationship he had with his mother. she loved her little family, yet over time the curse grew onto her. her husband would turn into a werewolf at full moon. and until now, even though that happened once month, she thought a part of him wasn’t the same person she loved before. even more so, when her sons were just the same as him.

your mom’s delusional! she doesn’t love us! she fears us!

that feeling stayed in the boys’ mind until they were old and mature enough to comprehend the situation they’re in. why couldn’t she love them like any mom would? she was no different from an animal mother abandoning her calf/pup just because they were or had defects.

mr. jung tried his best to be the perfect father, for only he understood what his two sons were going through, as they might go through decades with it, just like he was. jaehyun still remembered his first transformation, he only had puppy paws, but that was a sign to mr. jung that he indeed inherited the curse. when sungchan grew a tail at a fine age of one, their father gave up his 9-5 hour office job to tend the boys. and that was before he became jaehyun’s basketball coach. now he could monitor them at a close range.

much to jaehyun’s dismay and for that reason, he felt more caged and overprotected.

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“y/n! coach’s looking for you!” your classmate called.

no.. you groaned. again?..

it was already after school hours. you slouched on your desk as you covered your ears, remembering the errands he asked you to do previously. you didn’t know why, but ever since you had detention because you refused to run a 1600m marathon for an assessment, seemed like the other punishment was that he passed his job to you. that was a month ago, and today was the tenth time.

but curious as you were to find answers, you brushed it off and tried not to show any remorse. it’s all for conduct, you kept telling yourself. the whistle echoed the entire hallway and jolting you up in your seat. “okay, okay! hold on!” you yelled from the back of the classroom.

as coach jung stood rather comfortably outside the room, he gestured you to walk faster with a dimpled smile. “y/n! took you approximately three minutes to walk here.” he laughed and handed you several files and a zipper folder.

“thanks for counting?..” you replied with a confused and questioning tone. “coach, what’s this?”

“all school sports teams will have an annual retreat before their playoff seasons. i need a representing manager since ours was admitted to a hospital just today.” he pointed at the list. you followed his finger and it landed on your name.

“sounds like to me it’s more practice. and you want me to go because?” you raised your brows. he asked you to follow him to the gymnasium, in which it was making you recall all those extra detention after school.

“to make up with all of the p.e assessments you ‘purposely’ missed.” he said proudly while looking at his team doing drills. but he didn’t get any response from you. when he looked on his side, you were gone and ran across the basketball gym. “y/f/n!”

you squealed as embarrassment crawled your entire body. not only were you escaping from coach, you were disrupting the team’s practice and hitting couple of duffel bags and water bottles. “ah! sorry! coming through!”

*whistles* “after her!” coach jung’s voice added an extra chill to your spine.

“ugh why us?” ten groaned with sore muscles as coach gestured to them widely.

“just go.” kun panted.

then you heard a several footsteps turn into drums until they sounded a stampede. you jumped on your toes as you passed the line of showers cubicles. good thing you haven’t seen a naked man, or else you’d faint without knowing. you turned around and went straight ahead then to your right, and hid in a random room. the echoing voices and squeaking friction between shoes and waxed floors were cut to a silence, like your ears were muffled instantly.

your wobbly legs were tired and you were sighing in exhaustion and crouched down against the door. great, i’ll stay out of their sight- “what are you doing here?” you heard a low voice and froze on the spot. “only members of the basketball team can access the meeting room.”

that sounded like the captain.

“did you hear what i just said?” he raised his brows. you slowly lifted your eyes from his shoes to his legs, then to his built and face. “well if you’re a nobody you might as well leave before coach arrives. you interrupted my recording-”

“i heard you jung jaehyun.” you tsked and realised you had the name list on your hand. “ah, as a matter of fact, i can be here because i am part of the team. my name’s on the list.” you grabbed a pen and ticked the empty box on the paper.

what are you saying, stupid?!

“uh-huh..” jaehyun trailed, putting down his camera.

“y-yeah!” you stuttered. “you heard me.”

the door shook by the loud knocks from the other side. on the frosted window, you could see four figures. orange and black jerseys, they must be the team members. “ah! the door’s locked! she’s definitely in here coach!” one said.

“i’ll toss you the keys!” he yelled. oh crap. you were caught in between. your heart patterned with the knocks.

“you look terrified after hearing coach, y/n.” the chair squeaked from the weight. “i’m guessing you’re that troublesome student he has a hard time dealing with recently?”

of course captain knows you. great reputation you have, y/n.

“so? what’s your point?” you stood up to see his amused grin.

“say hello to a term’s detention.” jaehyun waved as the door swung open, revealing ten, kun, jungwoo and.. the coach.

you sighed heavily and dropped the papers. the coach crossed his arms and you lowered your head a little. “you plan to escape again y/n? then i shouldn’t hear any excuses from you. you’ll join us for the twelve day retreat. period.” he picked the papers up and wrote something.

“sir i can’t be with a bunch of jocks for that long!” your whine had the captain blocking his ears. “i have debate finals to attend to.”

jaehyun flinched at the high pitched sound and rolled his eyes. what was your deal? it was rude of you to suddenly barge into athlete’s quarters but judging them for that was even more rude of you. he had to shut you up at some point.

“so much excuses.” he played with his nails and to you he looked more amused than ever. you rolled your eyes at his chuckle and know he would target you from now on. “dad, y/n told me she’s ‘part of the team’.” he played his video that recorded your voice, clearly saying what jaehyun heard.

coach jung looked rather surprised, but his smile definitely screamed happy. “oh? that’s all i needed to hear. welcome, uh- temporarily. i’ll inform mrs. park about the situation.”

nononono- “i did this.” you were at a loss for words. “i won’t be able to compete in the debate.”

“yeah pretty much you made the wrong decision.” jaehyun stood to tower over you. “i’d like to see you suffer our drills-”

four knocks cut jaehyun off. “oh no, she’ll only do those for two days.”

you swifted your head in confusion, seeing coach jung wrote down your schedule on the white board. you were packed and it’s a lot worse than the actual assessment planned in school. “and what about the rest of the ten days?!” you exasperated that your hairtie snapped at the right moment, and your hair fell in sightful way.

“ooh that was hot.” ten commented in soft whisper, causing kun and jungwoo nudge him on the each side.

“she’ll be our manager for the remaining days, keep track of our drills and score points, or other extra things i needed a hand with while taeyang’s in the hospital.”

jaehyun rested his palms on his waist, swirling his tongue inside with a provoking gaze at you. “see if you can keep up, manager.” he chuckled.

you checked the time, it was nearing 5 p.m. “you know what, give me a day to process all this sport thing. it’s close to evening and i have to get going-”

“it’s evening already?” jaehyun cut you off as he looked outside the window.

the sun glistening at the distance while the sky showed a pretty ombré of warm colours. his senses doubled again and his whole body ached. he had to make you leave. it was already enough that his friends knew about his situation. there’d only be more trouble if you knew too.

“uh duh? the clock’s right there.” you pointed.

“hm, anyway you have to leave now.”

“sheesh i was going to anyway.” you rolled your eyes, but felt jaehyun’s palms behind your back. “hey stop pushing!”

“you’re too slow!” his tone changed. different than the usual because panic was what you felt from his palms. “quickly!”

the rest of the boys could tell you were pissed. they couldn’t understand why jaehyun had to make a fuss out of it when all he had to do was to kindly ask you. using force would only cause misunderstandings, like what’s happening now. “hey what’s your deal?!” you flicked his arms. “do you like to push people around? just because i’ll be with the team for the next two weeks, that doesn’t mean you could treat me like this already!”

“tsk so noisy! you’re wasting time! just leave would you?!” jaehyun turned you around towards the door.

this time you wouldn’t budge. “no jung jaehyun i need an explanation with this stupid attitude of yours!” you wriggled off of his hold, pushing him back with pats several times more that he stepped backwards.

“i don’t owe you an explanation!”

“you definitely do?!”

“why can’t you listen to what i say?”

“why can’t you stop being pushy, pushy?”

“you’re the one pushing me! time’s ticking y/n!”

the continuous back and forth of bickers and the war of pushing each other was an idiotic sight. your wrist was in jaehyun’s palms as he gripped you tighter. “i don’t care captain jerk! it wouldn’t bother you or hurt you to just give me one reason- and he slammed the door at my face! argh!”

jaehyun smirked wide and proudly knowing that he ‘won’ argument. silencing you was better than letting you see his other form. the boys stared him once he turned around to face them. “what?” he questioned,

“definitely not the right way to treat a girl.” they all said simultaneously.

“you know how bad it makes me feel when you all said it at the same time?” jaehyun pressed the bridge of his nose.

he knew well enough that this wasn’t his usual self. he’s good friends with you despite being in different teams of the school. you both took literature as your electives. sometimes you’d let him copy your notes when he had matches or leave small appetisers and juice cartons when he was tired and vice versa.

but no matter how close you both were, he couldn’t afford to let you see his other self.

not just yet.

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waking up so early in the day to assist the team was way more annoying than birds chirping by your bedroom’s window. instead of hearing their tuneful tweets, you had to endure endless phone calls every minute. you couldn’t remember much from that day because you passed out. and the team didn’t look for you until yesterday.

coach jung waved to catch your attention, only to be greeted with your huge yawn and a disinterested face.

“ah there she is! c’mon now, i got the green light from mrs. park. she agreed that p.e is the only subject you’re likely to fail this semester, so she’s giving you a cool-off from the team and focus on here.”

“yep. heard you coach.” you tied up your hair, only listening to half of what he said. “where’s the captain?”

kun did few stretches & jumps, his expression mirrored the other two boys who were also doing the same. you had a feeling about this— their telepathic gaze and awkward silence. you took a basketball to pass it to ten. “is he still mad about me calling him a jerk? that was a few days ago and i didn’t expect him to be that sensitive.”

they laughed because they couldn’t deny his obvious trait. “he doesn’t show it but somehow you know he is.” ten passed the ball back to you. “but not this morning y/n. he’s late for.. another reason.”

you hopped to catch it yet you were a second late, and groaned as you had to run far to retrieve it. “uh-huh. nature calls in the morning, again?” you yelled.

“do you think she knows about jaehyun?” jungwoo asked the older ones. they eyed you rummaging in the bushes for the ball, later looking back at each other for answers, but no one knew how your mind worked. “it’s been five days and no word from her at all.”

“if she actually does, i guess she just doesn’t want to be involved? i think we can trust her for that.” kun drank from his bottle.

ten didn’t look convinced. “involved or not, we have to make sure she doesn’t tell anyone about jaehyun’s curse. keep an eye on her-”

“ah!” they heard your squeals and ruffles from the bushes. “guys look what i found!”

kun sighed when they saw you running back with a golden retriever puppy in your arms, taking back his words said earlier.

“uh-oh. that scream means she has no clue at all.” jungwoo brushed his hair up.

“this puppy is so cute! i wonder what it’s doing here? are you lost?” you hugged and sniffed into its fur and gosh it smelled like vanilla shampoo. there was a metal collar around its neck, the piece spelled “jj”. “aww it has a name!”

no matter how happy you looked from the boys, they couldn’t help but take a photo of you and ‘puppy’ jaehyun. they had to tell you before it was too late. the golden hour in the morning was shorter than sunset, so either they would tell you straight up, or let jaehyun transform back to human.

but guess what? they were too late. they shouldn’t have second-guessed.

what had happened was way beyond your comprehension. it was in an instant. all it felt in totality was that, you weren’t carrying a puppy anymore. you lost balance and the weight in your arms doubled or tripled, you couldn’t tell. but you knew you were falling backwards. was there to brace for impact? none.

you blinked several times from the orange sunrise blinding your vision from the window. slowly you got up to sit and soothe the pain. that hurt..

here’s the thing. remember you mentally told yourself you hoped you didn’t run into any naked boy in the basketball team’s showers? there you have it. you jinxed it. jaehyun’s figure was on top of yours and you knew he had no clothes on. oh goodness.

“hyung? you forgot your lunch box- oh.” sungchan barged in the scene and everyone could tell he sort of malfunctioned. he froze then facepalmed.

you took turns into looking at the embarrassed jaehyun and at the boys who whistled to avoid the numbers of questions you were going to ask.

kun quickly shielded your eyes where your doubts were showing in your face. and no matter how much thought hard, you just couldn’t believe it. with fear written all over you, you dusted your pants and hands reached kun’s arm to support your weight.

“oh so you shielded her eyes but not my body?!” jaehyun’s voice entered your ears and you swore there was a hint of puppy whimper.

“this is a dream.. right?..” you asked before you fainted.

sungchan managed to save you from the fall. “whoa! ah, i had a feeling something like this would happen.”

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“was she always like that?” minnie took a peep of your classroom, her eyes showed confusion. “is she tired?”

lisa shrugged and in her innocence she pursed her lips. “i don’t know. she’s been sighing a lot for the past hour? i wanna ask her but it might be too personal.”

you could her them and they were wrong. it was nothing personal at all. you’ve been sighing because you didn’t know how it was possible but it just happened— right before your eyes. since then you hoped that science could explain but not even the smartest people could give you a conclusion. you’ve been called out from lessons that came in the day and not that you didn’t blame jaehyun.

because for one thing, he at least told you the truth and the answer to your question as to why he had to make you leave that day. you propped your chin on your palms from jaehyun’s warning: “tell anyone i swear i’ll make you run a hundred laps with no water breaks.”

but the other thing? he was naked. and that’s not something you could erase in your memories overnight.

you let out a small whine that led to minnie and lisa copying your position, obviously making fun of you. “seriously, not a good time.” you laid on the table and hid from them. “don’t ask me anything.”

minnie and lisa looked at each other as you were being unreasonable and already gotten them curious with your remark. they both grabbed each of your arm, tugging on your sleeves where they begged nonstop for you tell them what had happened. they knew it was about the basketball team.

since you started to train and be with them, you’ve never complained. because if you did, coach jung would add another exercise for you, in which you knew you couldn’t handle. broken bones and sore muscles awaited for you. so you chose not to utter a single sigh, but you were careless just now and there was no escaping from these best friends of yours.

“c’mon y/n! tell us the deets! you sighing could only mean one thing.. did someone confess to you?” minnie closed her eyes and a wide smile suddenly became shrieks of laughter when you facepalmed. “oh who in the basketball team confessed?” she singsonged.

it’s not really a confession, jaehyun being a golden puppy is a secret that was never meant to be revealed but i happened to see him transform-

“what if it’s not a guy? maybe two? or three? oh gosh this is like a reverse harem anime-” lisa began to hype an awful assumption but you covered her lips. and plus? her voice was loud and how embarrassing it would be when the rest of the class heard it.

you were already restless at their energy. “none you idiots. i was sighing because i didn’t know that people with dimples would be that attractive.” you tried to divert the topic.

“pfft you’re talking about jung jaehyun?” lisa raised her brows and grinned teasingly to get a reaction from you.

“no, i’m taking about coach jung.” you hit her arm.

“but jaehyun’s his carbon copy, so you’re basically saying he’s handsome too.” minnie quickly rebutted.

“i mean, coach’s the original face so he’s definitely more handsome-” you paused. shoot they nearly got you to a corner. “wait- why are we talking about this? i thought we’re talking about me.”

“ah you were paying attention to our conversation?” minnie’s eyes grew.

“you’re not telling us anything dimwit.” lisa hit you back.

couple of squeals echoed the corridor and your classroom door crowded with people. apparently jaehyun stood by the door frame and scanned the room looking for you. when he spotted you, his face bubbled up and literally glided his way to your seat. you could tell he was slightly fuming, but you didn’t know what reason. “y/f/n! come here for a second!” he grabbed your wrists and pulled you up from your chair.

you tried to catch up with his pace as he continued to pull you. “let me go!”

jaehyun did in fact let go of you, but he instead led you to hit your back against numerous lockers. the squeals didn’t stop there and how that you were the centre of attention amongst all of the students, you had endure this for a little while. he was staring into your soul, eyes piercing that could strain yours, you knew he was pissed about something.

he slammed his forearms at the space right above your head, then the screams of giddy began to grow louder. you managed to see your friends at the far end of the corridor. they were smiling and lisa mouthed ‘kabedon’, making you flustered than you already were. “what do you want?” you asked.

“i thought i made myself clear?” jaehyun smirked as he felt you quiver against his skin. he leaned lower that his whispers tickled your ear. “did you tell anyone? your friends?”

“i’m not gonna risk my health for some dumb secret.” you rolled your eyes and crossed arms.

“please it’s not like our training puts your life on jeopardy-” jaehyun butted back.

“it’s safe with me. if there’s anything you’re worried about, just look at your fanbase. you’re making them sad.” you sighed, walking away and through the girls who has been following jaehyun around.

jaehyun exhaled at a rather slow pace. he liked your reaction and was aware of their presence. and in order to shoo them away, he had to do what he did. he just hoped you’d notice that too. “see you after school!” he yelled.

you briefly stopped in your tracks at his greet, you continued walking and pulled your girls away from the scene. you didn’t pay any attention, but you knew they couldn’t contain their smiles appearing on their faces.

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the bags full of foldable cones fell to the floor. the rest of the team turned to your direction, who already made mistakes on the first day of camp. they knew that you were obviously flabbergasted with your encounter. it was funny that you managed to stride your way so quickly towards jungwoo— he was very much entertained with your expression. “i know right? that was me earlier.” he stroked the large pup.

“h-how did puppy grow so big? that’s an adult sized dog! you stuttered but hiding your love for golden retrievers just wasn’t possible. there were times you forgot that this was actually jaehyun. “it’s only been a week.”

“yeah i’d like to know the reason too.”

suddenly you heard jaehyun’s voice. it felt like he was close to your ears again, but he wasn’t anywhere near you.

remains of memories probably were still in you head. you wouldn’t say you were traumatised, just surprised. why the hell am i hearing his voice? you shook the thought off at first but then again-

oi y/n. beside you. i’m talking to you!

what?

you gasped and fell on your butt. the pup’s ears were on alert and you knew he was hearing you too. “you can hear me?” jaehyun’s dog form practically towered on your fallen self. you avoided his look although the pup was so cute. his paws poked your shoulders, whiskers twitching as he waited for your response. “don’t look away! you can hear me right??”

all the guys could see was jaehyun staring down at you. and while you did the same, your knitted brows only meant something was definitely going on. they wanted to know. “what’s wrong y/n?”

your lips shook in heavens knows it was fear. “you’re asking me what’s wrong? why can i hear jaehyun? can you hear jaehyun? oh my g- this is really really weird-”

“you can?” they scooted closer to you, very much intrigued with your gift.

“and you all can’t?” you pushed jaehyun away for his body was weighing you down. he whimpered and got up to sit in front of the boys too.

they shook their heads vigorously. “only sungchan and coach were able to hear him.” kun stated, typing on his cellphone to inform his family.

“y/n! let’s talk when i transform back!” jaehyun’s paws kept poking you again. you glared at him with a loud hiss. his ears were alert, he didn’t realise that he was clawing you already, and turned a few rounds before he was laying like a bagel-shaped position.

jaehyun thought it was pretty strange. never in his life were there any people who could actually converse with him telepathically. other than his family, you were the first and he was determined to find out why this impossibility was made possible. there was a spark of hope forming in his heart at this sudden revelation. the glow from the orange light then shone above your head, marking the end of sunrise.

you looked at jaehyun’s dog form, it was- correction, he was.. quiet, and was still staring at you as if you were his master. he laid on this front legs, snout on the ground. huh, he can actually be behaved. footsteps were closing in. at the distance, coach jung walked with lisa and minnie, who were in their cheerleading uniforms. right, you forgot that they were also included in the annual athletes camp.

for a moment you panicked because you knew jaehyun would transform back from being a dog. ten and rest knew more people shouldn’t know about jaehyun’s curse. they were glad you read the atmosphere too. seeing jaehyun’s jersey in his duffel bag, you grabbed it and wore it on the animal.

coach jung made eye contact to your direction. he diverted the girls’ attention, and led them away from the basketball court. they headed towards the storage to “retrieve” some equipment.

jaehyun grunted and growled, his fangs tried to bite your skin. however, goldens were known for having a soft jaw, so his bites weren’t that painful. when you finally managed to put the jersey on him, jungwoo couldn’t catch up. “why let him wear the jersey?” he questioned.

“so he wouldn’t transform back naked when lisa and minnie arrives.” you pointed out the obvious.

ten held his laugh in. you recognised this tone, and prepared what came after. “heh..” he trailed off. “is it because you want to keep jaehyun to yourself?”

you continuously threw random items at him as heat spread to your cheeks. “screw you!” you scoffed. “get jaehyun to wear his pants. i have to pack a lot of things before we head onto the bus.”

“yes ma’am.” ten nudged your shoulder. “i’m kidding y/n. don’t take my jokes seriously.“

“it’s fine.” you picked up the fallen cones. “you’re worried about people knowing his curse. so i’m just doing my part to keep it secret.”

he pursed his lips and his heart softened at your willingness to help. “hm, i guess i can trust you after all.” ten opened the bag to help you pack. “oh! and also, jae in his dog form already is naked anyway.”

“you think i’m not aware of that?” you rolled your eyes.

your friends already have settled themselves inside the coach bus and you were seated in between them. now they would get to witness you with the team and hoped for a budding romance with any of the boys. you lowered your face under a cap to pretend you were sleeping, but in reality you just wanted to avoid lisa and minnie’s bombardment.

few rows at front, jaehyun stared by the window, deep in thought. rarely spoke a word since they started their journey to the retreat campsite. why was his hunch telling him to get closer to you? why could you hear him and he could hear you? he slightly turned to his side between the gaps of two seats. seeing you giggling with your friends had him rethinking if what happened earlier was just his imagination. he wondered why you purposely ignore him after he transformed back.

he slid lower from his seat. “i’d understand if this was a soulmate thing, but it’s not.” jaehyun sighed heavily where he broke the silence and supposedly ending the conversation earlier. now that he wanted to talk about it, his friends were still up for the news.

“oh yeah. those things are going on. except it only happens to some people.” kun popped a chip in his mouth.

“i just don’t get it. dad told me that never occurred to anyone with this curse.” he stole the bag of chips from the younger one to relieve his emotions.

jungwoo’s pursed his lip in wonder. “maybe the curse in another light has its own blessing? maybe you guys are soulmates?”

“nah, impossible.” they all said simultaneously.

“it’s a possibility-” jungwoo’s face soured where wrinkles appeared on the sides as the boys flared at him.

jaehyun shrugged not knowing what to say. his friends have bizarre ideas throughout the journey, and he wouldn’t say they were wrong either. all he could do was to wait until the next transformation. maybe you would say your thoughts about it through telepathy.

he would know if time passed quickly when he didn’t pay attention to anyone. one of them was the number of times you waved in front of his face to snap him back to earth. “jaehyun?” you laid on the ground and called out, panting to catch air after your successful reps. you tugged the ends of his track pants.

“hm?” he hummed, looking for your voice until he got annoyed with your repetitive pulls of his clothes. “ah stop that. i have to report your record to coach. come with?”

“do i really have to?” you whined. “i could barely stand, my legs are wobbly and i’m hungry.”

jaehyun rolled his eyes and took your hand, pulling you up on your toes. “then let’s grab something to eat on our way to the camp, hm?”

you gulped at the sudden gesture, even more so when you noticed your heart beating faster around him. somehow your sixth sense told you your friends were somewhere in the woods looking at you, and you were right.

minnie had her binoculars by her eyes as you and jaehyun headed in another direction back to everyone else were. she held in her excitement with a huge inhale. out of curiosity lisa stole the binoculars from her. a growing smile showed her pearly whites when within its frame, jaehyun was pushing you from the back before he took your hand again because of how slow you were. “min, consider your reverse harem dream for y/n over. we found her leading man.”

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“few more reps y/n! do it properly this time?”

jaehyun rubbed his face, raising his tone in question of your athleticism. it was the second and final day of your assessments. your core should be able to get used to the pressure if you’ve done the reps for two straight days. so as of today you salute to all people who persevered and with great stamina. you just.. weren’t that person.

you’ve grown conscious now that jaehyun’s friends were watching a few metres away. you’d prefer kun counting and timing your exercises over him. in contrast, kun’s a little more understanding than the hotheaded jaehyun. “if i say i can’t, shouldn’t you consider stopping here? it’s the last one anyway so put random number on the blank or something.” you struggled to lift yourself up from the ground, arms in an ‘x’ position over your torso.

“is that so? then you wouldn’t mind if i write ‘0’ for the final count?” jaehyun checked the stopwatch while his knees put enough weight on your feet. “at least do five more?” he sat on the soles of his shoes.

“ugh! fine!” you tsked and did sit ups slowly, eyes shut closed.

jaehyun smirked with how determined you were in finishing. and he has gotta credit you for having the last brain cell to endure his overly playful bossiness and plans up his sleeves.

but even his friends has something up in their sleeves. they whispered to each other and nodded heads as excitement already boosted their anticipation. ten cupped his mouth then giving the raised brows as signal to start. “y/n! jaehyun’s recording your expression with his phone!” ten yelled.

jungwoo’s mouth widened and followed along. “jae! there’s a bee behind you!”

“what?!”

“where?!”

the moment you froze and opened your eyes after bringing yourself up, and jaehyun leaned forwards to avoid the insect, was way too hilarious for the guys to see. both of your faces were centimetres away from each other and jaehyun’s ears already tinted pink. jaehyun already found it awkward to help you for three days, but he never prepared himself for something like this.

as his friends bursting out laughing, that was when he realised it was all their plan. you were still too close to him, so he cleared his throat to cut the gap between. “is that a pimple on your nose?” he asked, only for his nose to be smacked and soon be numbed. “agh!”

what the- “jerk! don’t point it out!” you kicked him and rolled sideways to stand up, angrily leaving the area with the sheet in your hands. “i’ll give this to the coach!”

jaehyun held his nose and walked back to the guys, who were still laughing their butts off and rolling on the ground. “you can stop now.”

“oh that was funny! it was like a typical ‘ba-dump’ scene in a rom-com!” jungwoo wiped a tear.

“should’ve recorded it!” kun threw his head back while his hand rested on his heaving chest.

“no worries! at least it’s recorded in jaehyun’s mind!” ten cheered with closed fists.

“it’s embarrassing!” jaehyun threw his towel.

bonfires were mandatory at the start and end of the camp. however, because of your assessment, coach jung had negotiate with the other members of the basketball to get to the campsite a day before the other teams actually arrived at night. so for the kun and the rest, they had a little more free time than jaehyun. and him being the coach’s son.. he didn’t have the same benefits. he was stuck with you because he had to keep an eye on you while

he thought being with you would only be for the first two days, then he would go for his training. and yet here you were, sitting beside him in front of the bonfire while everyone else arrived and other danced to their hearts’ content. maybe he could ask you about the telepathy thing? but figuring you were cranky from earlier, he held back.

“can i ask more about your curse? if it’s okay with you to tell me.”

jaehyun nodded, you had the right to. not because you accidentally picked a random puppy then saw him naked few moments later. you could hear him in your head, and that was enough reason to tell you rather than a general information about it. “yeah. i’m okay with it.”

“you said your ancestors had the curse too. was there any specific reason why they had to suffer that your family and you had to be the..” you paused for a while. jaehyun was waiting for your next words, you guessed it was alright to say it. “..collateral damage?”

“right. i didn’t tell you more of it yeah?” he sniffed from the chilly night. “i don’t know how far back in the years it happened. but they said the head of the family casted out his wife because he assumed he cheated on him. he was the only person the wife ever treasured, so when she was accused, she took his pet and killed it. the head found out, he cursed her that her descendants turn into animals. and we’re the descendants of that woman.”

“that’s awful.” you cleared your throat. “i’m sorry you have to suffer the curse.”

“you don’t have to be. i’m just trying to cope with it.” jaehyun chuckled. “how awesome would it be if there was a way to reverse everything.”

“gotta find the blessing then.” you laid on the grass.

jaehyun’s face wrinkled in disgust. “okay you sound like jungwoo.”

“at least appreciate me for trying to lift your spirits up.”

he hummed in agreement.

“or you can just.. let the blessing find you.” you singsonged as you realised how corny you actually sounded.

“fine, and if it’s you?” he had to give a hint of the telepathic communication.

“because i can hear you when you’re in your retriever form? i’m not exactly a blessing but yeah i’d like to know how telapthy works too.” you stared back at the bonfire, flames flickering as the smoke flew in the air. as of tonight, you wanted to be that person who’d be the igniter of that hope he held on. “if i could help out a little, i’ll be happy to help.”

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lisa and minnie stared at you, both had their palms under their chins as if their silence asked you to talk. “i can’t eat when the two of you are like this. it’s very disturbing.” you gripped on your fork, hesitant to eat as you took glances between the food and them.

you knew what they were going to ask. not like you didn’t want to share, it was just that you knew them well enough that they wouldn’t stop once they start. the food was getting cold every second passed, due to the wind outdoors, it was more vulnerable. lisa stretched her elbows while holding her poms to be noticed. five days have gone by and even though you were rarely with them in all those days, she had to ensure you’d tell them about the basketball team and your leading man— although you had no idea about that.

“any updates?” she raised her brows.

“nothing is happening with me or anyone in the team, if that’s what you both wanted to know.” you sighed. “i’m just simply taking down minutes.” you said sternly, kind of regret that you answered her and swirled the noodles with your fork.

“are you sure? twelve members should be enough for that.” minnie tied her shoelaces and bent down with a pressed smile when you pout. she softened her gaze when you were telling the truth and that their teasing should stop there. but they knew that the team should know something about you.

“they’re divided into teams. some did the score board while others practiced on their own. of course i have to be the one- why are you pulling my arm?” you asked and eyed them as if they stained your clothes.

lisa twirled on her toes and posed with her arm rested on her waist. “you’re being quiet again.”

“i’m not?” you said monotonously while you munched on your food.

she sighed and grabbed your chin. “you don’t look at me when you’re lying.” she hummed, yet you didn’t respond. “what’s up y/n? something’s on your mind i can tell.”

in fact a lot of things were.

so far in the week, you’ve helped jaehyun theorise solutions to end his curse after practice. not only for him, but his family and extended family too. some have passed not having to enjoy their lives, while others chose to hide themselves from the world. and a small percentage of the family tree actually tried to live through it— that was jaehyun’s family. coach jung was as determined as jaehyun to put a stop into this curse.

not only that thought alone. to you, jaehyun has been rather noticeable. even if you weren’t thinking of him, he’d appear out of nowhere— during your breaks, on your night-walks alone or even heading to the toilet. you’d always bump into him and his presence seemed to be marked in your consciousness now. not that you liked him around, it was just captain was more friendly than others made him out to be. “really, it’s nothing.”

to say that jaehyun didn’t feel same was definitely an understatement. since the start of the freshman year, he knew you were the loud girl with the two hot cheerleaders, but always wondered why you’ve never joined the team. sometimes he would catch you sitting at one corner, dancing along with the routines aside from cheering your friends on as he was heading to practice.

now he took a peek of you eating alone while lisa and minnie showed off their new uniforms. he was about to call you out to help the team, but the girls pulling you almost immediately once you were done had him holding back. “chaeyeon will be arriving soon, and remember the dare was to wear our uniform.” minnie giggled while you begged her to stop, to the point you nearly cried thinking about it. “you agreed to it-”

“i didn’t agree to it! you agreed for me! i had no say!”

jaehyun’s eyes widened at the thought of you in uniform. your yells were getting louder and pitchier. should he be your knight and shining armour? probably not. he’d like to have something to tease you about. for a moment there was silence, he hid behind the corner of a storage building. you were still telling your friends to stop doing what they were doing. but it was two against one, and he knew you were at the losing end.

the door slammed open, your huffs and puffs getting heavier and closer to where he was. jaehyun’s heart beat so fast that when he finally decided to call out your name, you bumped into him and he caught you to prevent you from falling. “i was about to fetch you, manager.”

you felt heat spread your entire cheek because of the attire you were forced to wear. “well you did and i’m here. can we go? my friends are giving me the stares.”

“fiesty, but i think you look alright.” he chuckled when you grumpily walked ahead. jaehyun followed you from behind with his hands in pockets.

what does he mean by that?

lisa and minnie pursed their lips, soon bursting into giddy squeals and continuously fanning each other from what they saw yet the second time. “he was really checking her out.” minnie laughed.

“his ears said it all.” lisa checked her watch on her wrist. “basketball team’s practice match is starting soon. wanna sit in?”

“girl you bet i will.”

even hours later you blew your baby fringes blocking your view. as you flipped the score board and whistles for a time-out echoed the outdoor gym, your friends could tell how uncomfortable you were but they’d do nothing to get more reactions from you. they liked that you entertained them. and what choice did you have? chaeyeon was already taking pictures of you in the uniform you despised wearing.

coach jung briefed the team information on their opponents this season. you wrote down important points, feeling the chill of the early sunset. you couldn’t wait to change into actual soft and comfy clothes, mosquitoes weren’t your friends.

jaehyun listened to his dad repeating the same points- mostly because he got the advice first before others. he heard you hiss several times, you were supposed to jot the notes down. then it got frequent. he tiptoed to see you opposite from him, shooing the bugs away. of course you were still wearing the cheer uniform. he didn’t want to draw attention, so he stealthy walked behind the guys and straight to you.

“trouble?” he asked.

“just a little chilly, that’s all. meeting’s nearly done yeah?” you hugged the file to your chest.

“say so if you’re cold.” he took his jacket off and draped it on your shoulder.

“and who am i to tell to?” your voice challenging him.

he hummed so low that it almost lulled you to sleep. “me. i’m not the captain for nothing.”

you were both busy talking that you and him weren’t aware of time nor anyone else close by. mind you that minnie and lisa were watching the whole thing. you managed to smile even if you were crossed with how you were dressed. like you enjoyed his company.

they couldn’t hear your conversation, nor were your lips were moving. but the body language they saw already proved and confirmed their assumption. they had to tell you. they went straight to you once the meeting was over, and pulled you aside whilst jaehyun was talking about his childhood.

jaehyun raised a brow and chuckled as you were being pulled away. his friends immediately surround him, bombarding him with questions that he wasn’t paying attention to the meeting. “dude, your time’s near.” ten smacked him on the back.

“don’t make it sound like i’m dying, ten.” jaehyun rolled his eyes, but whenever he did, they were always fixated on you. he couldn’t shake off the feeling you were that something to solve the curse.

“be alert than be busted.” ten shrugged, head tilting to where you were. your friends were busy recording you and giggles filled the air. “how are you so calm now jae?”

jaehyun pursed his lips. “with her, there’s no way i’m calm at all.”

“okay now i can’t tell if that answer was from human jaehyun or doggy jaehyun.” jungwoo pointed out.

his friends all looked at each other, jaehyun wasn’t his usual self. it was as if he was dazed but was able to converse with them properly. slowly his naturally peach-like fuzzy cheeks grew more fur, his tail started to reveal. although they were quick enough to hide jaehyun, they didn’t realise the commotion that came afterwards and drew everyone’s attention.

you swifted your head at the boys’ yells and gathering circle, faintly hearing jaehyun’s refusal into whatever they got him into. “stop it! hey!” he hissed.

jungwoo, a little too excited of the drama going on, spotted you looking at them and gestured you to come over too. your friends built up a curiosity and went ahead of you. as for you, you were mentally tired to think of anything.

not until you heard kun’s wavering yet convincing words. “uh.. y’all wanna see magic?” he chuckled nervously as he knew what jaehyun would do to him after all this was over. “quickly because it’ll happen soon!”

you held in a laugh at jaehyun when he was forced to sit down on the grass to hide his tail. “i’ve been trying to master this for months and i thank jaehyun as my participant. who loves animals? give me a name.”

most hands were up and the answers were said at the same time. some didn’t believe him, but others have seen kun’s little magic tricks over the days. so something of a huge scale like this already got them curious than ever.

“ah i hear great ones but i’ll choose dog. now i’ll turn jaehyun into a golden retriever.” he draped a blanket above his friend.

ten and jungwoo bit their lips to contain themselves, holding onto each other as they filmed this once-in-a-lifetime event. the circle enlarged in scale with the poor lad at the center and the golden hour shone over everyone.

“in 3.. 2.. 1..” kun only snapped his fingers then the blanket shrunk in size. your schoolmates were convinced that something was actually happening.

and it was amusing because you were able to hear jaehyun swearing so much in your head.

you let out a giggle. jaehyun was soon surrounded by everyone who wanted to pet him. even your friends went over to the animal. “at least pretend to be happy for them. goldens are known for being clowns.” you told him.

*sighs* “tell kun i’m gonna kill him.”

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the silence was all jaehyun ever wanted after the shock he had to go through from kun’s improv few days ago. he’d be thankful for a moment because he actually forgot the gideon hour at the time, but he would soon later be clouded with annoyance that he should’ve been informed beforehand of his actions— not only kun, the others included. they’ve got a part in this too.

his friends seated side by side with bruises and bandages on their faces, jaehyun still giving them the silent treatment. he was cranky about that, yet even more so when there was no progress into finding a solution to his curse. “jae. we said we’re sorry.” jungwoo apologised and felt that he was the only one giving effort to talk to jaehyun compared to kun and ten.

“and i said it’s fine. so stop saying that before i actually don’t forgive you.” jaehyun pressed the bridge of his nose.

after walking up the slope to the cabin with heaves of breaths, you managed to hear their conversation before opening the door. “i refilled your bottles.” you threw them on a duffle bag, not caring whether either of them rolled away. “i have to apologise too, jaehyun. i haven’t come up with anything to help you.” true enough because you couldn’t think straight or have the energy to use your remaining brain cells for that matter.

“ugh it’s fine. i’m not in a rush or anything. not even assigning you to solve within the duration of the camp.” jaehyun squeezed the bottle as thirst continued to drive him crazy, the heat as well, so he removed his tshirt. you averted your gaze and looked elsewhere. maybe you were still a little bothered seeing him half naked after the incident?

ten sought the opportunity and decided to fan the flame even more. “why look away when you’ve seen him already?”

he managed to dodge your hits and you turned around embarrassed. jaehyun could see you fanning yourself from the heat. “it was an accident!” you cleared your throat.

“gah i’m tired. we’re done with practice. we get a day off tomorrow, so can’t we watch a movie? who has disney plus?” jungwoo wiped himself with a towel.

“i do.” kun brought out his ipad. “what do you wanna watch?”

“i haven’t watched that one.”

“beauty and the beast?”

“o-kay, i’ll be going now.” you yawned as you began to feel the exhaustion take over your body. “see you tomorrow.”

the door closed and suddenly you remembered a funny memory last halloween when taeil dressed himself as belle. he blended in with the other ladies that you didn’t realise it was him. either it was the wig’s work or just taeil in general. you found it funny when a bunch of young teens become children again as disney’s mentioned.

your phone vibrated with your friends asking to help them out with their practice. “i came to the camp for the basketball team, not you two.” you left a voice mail. all you wanted was to rest up today. not until a certain realisation hit you hard.

because what if?

it hasn’t been that long since you left the cabin when the boys jolted from their positions. their peace and concentration on the movie already ruined by you. “oh my goodness i think i got it?” you slammed the door.

jaehyun sat up and set his phone aside. “you’re saying it a question rather than a discovery. not convinced.”

“will you be when i tell you if it’s based on that movie?” you pointed at the tablet.

he trailed his eyes to the screen then back at you, a more confused expression on his face. “you expect me to find someone to love me so my curse will be lifted?”

“pfft nah kidding, you don’t seem that loveable anyway.” you stole a lollipop from ten. “okay bye for reals.”

as the door closed, ten unwrapped another lollipop. “bet you he’s thinking of his potential ‘belle’.” ten nudged the boys.

“shut up. i’m not going to base my life on a fictional movie.”

“but it could be y/n. i mean she can hear you.” jungwoo paused the film.

“it’s not going to be her and it doesn’t prove anything.”

jaehyun thought a lot for two things— you keeping his hopes up, the other was you setting his heart in a frenzy and he always hated that feeling. he groaned and dragged himself to bed to place a towel over his face. sure he’ll hold on to that idea you came up with for now. however it didn’t prove on telepathy.

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your heart missed a beat when jaehyun waited for you in front of the cabin you stayed at. he thought you bumping into his torso wasn’t a good way to greet in the morning, whereas you feeling some fur on his tshirt as greeting was any different. jaehyun handed you a file and a little note from coach.

while you read it, you could sense jaehyun was staring, like he had something to say. he retracted his lips when your friends appeared behind you with grins annoyingly appearing on their faces. “make it quick captain. we have things to discuss with y/n.”

“yeah sure. i just dropped by to pass this to you. coach said to make copies. i’ll come back after you’re done with breakfast.” he cleared his throat and announced his leave.

“hm. fishy. he could’ve just left it here outside but he seems like he waited for you.” lisa drank from her cup as you all sat and ate breakfast together.

“right? it’s been days he acted that way!” minnie walked back to the table. “he’s indeed a gentleman, but there are times he’s very hard to approach.”

you unwrapped the sandwich and took a bite. “anyway, what is it you guys wanna talk about?”

“lisa will go first. she couldn’t wait.” minnie giggled.

lisa laid out series of pictures of nature she recently took and were indeed beautiful. “oh my goodness they look amazing!” you sat up. “as expected from someone in the photography club. i bet if you submit these to johnny he’ll regret putting you as backup-”

“really?! i took advantage of the retreat and i made sure they were pretty!” lisa interrupted you and placed more pictures down. “these are my favourite! i’m thinking of sending these to johnny instead!”

however your face turned sullen at the next pictures. they were blurry and almost gone, but it was definitely jaehyun at the background, each one showed he was transforming from human to dog. you paused and your heart did the same.

the silence got longer, you knew you had to speak up, but no words came out. “what’s wrong y/n?”

“you can’t submit these to johnny.” you brushed the first batch of pictures aside and bind latest pictures together.

“why not? you supported the rest of them! how could these be not good enough?” lisa’s voice changed in an instant, like you’ve taken away her pride. she sat back with folded arms, her behaviour scared you a little.

minnie slightly wiggled your hand. “hey, are you hearing to yourself y/n?”

“sorry, i know i sound stupid-”

“you are!” lisa huffed where her cheeks blew up. it was cute though.

“but you have to hear me out.” one thing was for sure, your stress levels shot up high if word gets to jaehyun. you had to prepare for the consequences.

“okay, so why can’t i submit them?” lisa sighed.

you held her hand. “it would be alright to, only if these are not in the background.” you said, pointing out a figure at the background of the subject. it all became clear as day to them when they looked closely. “did jaehyun just.. transformed?”

you were surprised with how quick they were able to catch on. as much as you wanted to protect jaehyun’s family curse, things would’ve turn for worst if someone else had noticed it. i’m sorry jaehyun, this is for your own good.

“we believed kun’s ability of illusion and his magic tricks. ten sent us a video of it and it didn’t really occurred to us that the golden was actually jaehyun.” minnie pursed her lips. “if you think about it, he does look like a golden.”

“how is this possible?” lisa asked with a growing smile, but refrained since transforming twice everyday was nothing good anyway.

“i found about his family curse accidentally. he turns into a dog when it’s golden hour, like sunrise and sunset.” you propped on your elbows.

“it’s a curse? poor lad.” minnie gasped.

a rather sad nod caught them off guard. “the coach signed me up to join this retreat. it’s not only for my missed p.e assessments but it was to keep his curse a secret. a-and now that you know, i’ll be damned if word gets to him. so you have to promise me you both don’t say or do anything..“ you sounded as if you begged. that was how much your the friendship you have with jaehyun meant to you.

“and yeah, that’s my answer. the magic trick was just a cover up to hide jaehyun’s dog form.” they listened and were surprised to hear you like this.

your fidgety hands and nervous breathing was too obvious. if jaehyun was just a friend, you wouldn’t act as if he was your- “oh no.” you slumped down on your arms. “why did i..” you mumbled as your feelings for him became clearer to you.

“oh my gosh. you like him! you like jaehyun!” lisa covered her mouth and changed the lingering negative atmosphere.

ba-dump. i..

“then that means your love for golden retrievers doubled!” minnie hugged you.

“no! it’s b-because you’re putting m-me in the spotlight-” you stuttered when they leaned towards you. “i’m gonna go.”

jaehyun flinched even though he was at a distance. your friends were yelling quite excitingly. you were being chased by them and although it was inaudible. he answered his phone as it was ringing for a while. “what, ten?”

“don’t ‘what’ me!” jaehyun tilted his head from his friend’s volume. “jae where are you?”

“i’m at y/n’s cabin and on my way bac-”

“nevermind that. i can see you.”

ten rushed towards him and looked at the cabin. “where’s lisa?” he squinted his eyes.

“just her and minnie chasing y/n out. i don’t know how but they left the door open. what are you doing here anyway?”

he mimicked a photographer’s gesture and pointed at the cabin. “lisa told me her pictures have developed and i’m here to get them.”

jaehyun flicked his forehead. “and you could’ve asked me instead.”

“they’re confidential and i’m shy if anyone sees it.” ten walked to the cabin.

“gross. just get them and head back quickly.”

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you lost track of the days that have passed and there was an unsettling feeling that stayed in your chest. had it been two or three? you couldn’t remember. the basketball team’s practice matches and drills were normal. but there was a difference in air lingering around jaehyun. he still talked to you, kept the same gentle smile and was caring as usual. except whenever he did those, it seemed like he was distancing himself from you, creating an imaginary wall just to let you know your limits and boundaries.

you’d like to think it was because of the pressure coach has been giving him since the play-offs were close to date. but, it wasn’t all jaehyun who behaved that way. ten also distanced himself, his gaze pierced against your skull and thinking about it only caused you to have migraines. you were more scared of ten.

coach jung have asked you to help the cheerleading team, saying you’ve helped them enough. the amount of appreciation he had for you was too much, you couldn’t ask him about how jaehyun recently. yet this was all too sudden that your gut feeling told you otherwise. you planned to talk to jaehyun after the day ends. because in all honesty, something definitely happened.

and the boys left you out of it.

approaching jaehyun was harder than you thought. now you’ve realised it, he was always the one who took the initiative and you on the receiving end took the benefits of his kindness. it was supposed to be the other way around, so why were you taking advantage of this?

if having feelings for him was the reason for that, then you’re really stupid y/n. you laid on the grass in defeat from your thoughts and closed your eyes. you decided to have some peace and nature was your best friend in time like these. chirping birds and crashing riverbanks-

“jaehyun where are you?!”

ah crap. you twitched hard enough that swarms of goosebumps appeared on the majority of your skin. on your stomach, you hid behind the bushes to see jungwoo and the others struggling to find him. even at the mention of his name you were already feeling shy and flustered.

“is he skipping practice again?”

“ah whatever let’s just leave him.”

“i understand why he’s like that.”

“even i would feel hurt if i were him.”

a heavy and deep audible breath from their sudden entry was difficult to hide your response. you tried to leave as quiet as possible. not wanting to get caught, you had to move stealthily with few glides backwards on your knees, eyes glued to the boys’ actions if they looked elsewhere. when you felt something blocking the soles of your shoes, somehow you knew what it was.

“you’re blocking my way.” jaehyun’s irritated tone made your chest ache— in the most painful impact you never expected from him.

quickly you stood up and made sure you stayed out of sight from the boys. jaehyun scratched his temple at your awkward behaviour. he was already in front of you, why were you hesitating to ask him questions he left unanswered? jaehyun pulled a long face when you still remained silent. “if you’re not gonna speak when you clearly have something to say, do i really have to say it for you?”

what the hell is his problem? what’s with his tone? “yeah as a matter of fact i do. the thing is, i don’t understand why you’re being like this. you ignore me but still talk to me when i don’t help with the team anymore, and for some reason you’re mad at me?” you grimaced while leaning on a tree trunk.

there was cynism in jaehyun’s nods and the swirls of his tongue evident on his cheeks. you hated his attitude and all you wanted was an explanation. “whatever this is, i’ve got no reason for you to doubt me, jaehyun.”

“ah, really? ‘cause you just gave me one.” he fished out something from his pockets and as you watched, the item he was holding was too familiar and they were obviously not his. he flicked the sheets and that was when you confirmed they were the new pictures lisa developed.

why were they with him? at the pit of your stomach, a whirlwind of emotions and stressing pressure began, and you didn’t like the feeling at all. “what-”

he threw the pictures on the floor. “other than my family and friends you’re the only one who knows about my curse! and at some point you go against my back telling them to picture me when i’m left clueless?!”

right now you were really afraid jaehyun’s mood would attract attention.

you closed your eyes as he raised his voice. “look i have no idea how you got those but i promise you i had nothing to do with the picture-” you insisted and could feel your blood pressure rising.

“how- how could you betray me like this?!”

your heart fell and instead of feeling bad about him knowing, you felt your head ache with so much anger building up inside you. because jaehyun didn’t bother to listen or let you explain yourself.

“i found you in the background before lisa actually showed those to johnny! it would spread if she did! where’s the betrayal in that?!”

he stepped closer to you, your entire was itching to run away. “i don’t care! you still told your friends! you could’ve said another excuse like kun’s practicing his magic trick or something! you promised me my secret’s safe with you!”

that’s messed up. i did tell lisa and minnie but not because it was to mock him!

“kun was no where to be seen in the picture! what else can i do? lie to them? i know my friends more than you do and they won’t tell anyone!” you raised your voice as well.

jaehyun scoffed, rolling his eyes. “i don’t trust them!”

“well, i do! and you should trust me!” your tone wavering at all emotions hitting you at once. especially coming from him— the guy you developed feelings for.

“the moment you told them you broke my trust already! what else did you tell them, hm? my dad and brother having the curse too?” he brushed his hair in anger when your silence meant yes. “ugh is this really happening?! you told them everything!”

“okay that’s enough-” your vision blurring from the tears wanting to fall.

“i’m asking what else did you tell them?! dammit y/n what could be so important to you than my secret?!”

“well- i-”

“i what?!”

other than the secret, you knew what went after the reveal. then you realised the weight of your words, you couldn’t tell him that you actually like him. you wanted to be selfish this once. “i can’t.. tell you.”

jaehyun started to harbour more resentment towards your reasoning. he found it ridiculous of you to even continue with this conversation. ten already warned him that the secret wasn’t safe with you in the first place. the glimpse of hope faded when he thought you’d be the key, even if you were, trust was still important to him. it was the very thing his mother lacked and you doing so reminded him of it.

his expression darkened and you were afraid of him— excluding of how cruel he was with you on the exercise reps. you were afraid you just broken a promise and put your friendship on a rocky end.

“so that’s it? i’m begging you with my life on the line and you just gave me the most bullcrap answer!”

“you’re being unreasonable!” you yelled.

“shut up! you found about my curse so you should be the one compromising!”

“y/n!” lisa came running with a panicked face.

tsk, wrong timing. “not now.” you mouthed.

“have you seen my pictures?! i told ten to get them the other day but he got the wrong envelope! it’s the one with jae-” she bent down to catch her breath and was taken aback with jaehyun’s presence. “..hyun.”

the boys followed lisa and once they found their friend, you could tell ten’s stares that felt like daggers. he pulled jaehyun away but eyes still locked on you. “what happened?” lisa asked as you mirrored ten’s expression, but your friends could see the hurt in your eyes.

“he has the pictures. i think ten saw them and gave them to him. jaehyun’s mad, he thinks i betrayed him for telling you-”

“no that’s not it!” lisa held your hand and glared at the boys, especially ten, since he was her childhood friend. “you had every right to tell us because the pictures are my works-”

“shouldn’t have said anything further y/n! you should’ve gotten the pictures and told us instead of them! you promised, remember?” ten finally spoke up.

you rolled your eyes. “and what?! you’re like saying i should risk my friendship for his stupid secret!”

his friends turned heads to jaehyun to see his tight-knit brows and softening demeanour. jaehyun frowned and hurt was evident in his face. he was hurt by you, someone he developed feelings for in a short amount of time. “i believed it when you said you’ll help me. or were.. were all those just words to you?”

ah.. that came out wrong.

you bit your lips to say something, but they left so soon after, making your chest squeeze as if your lungs let out the last bits of oxygen from your body.

shortly over an hour, jungwoo watched his friend pace back and forth, nibbling on his nails when the tension grew in their cabin. “aren’t you too hard on her? you didn’t let y/n explain further-”

“i can’t believe her!” jaehyun crumpled the picture after looking at it. “how could she do this to me?!”

“honestly i just don’t think she’s that type of person to go behind someone’s back for her own entertainment.” kun spoke up and tilted his head, avoiding the cup that smashed on his side of his cheek. “perhaps you’re mistaken.”

jaehyun wasn’t in the right headspace whenever his past trauma was reminded or brought up, so no matter how much reason was given, he wouldn’t listen. “do i have to repeat it? she already had her fun when she told her friends to picture me!”

“your explanations are always so conclusive.” kun sighed.

“and your heart’s too soft as usual, kun! so back off!” jaehyun grabbed the older one’s shoulder and shoved him against the wall.

he released him soon after realising that he didn’t once listen to you, but he was too stubborn to take any more excuses. there was one thing he thought you were wrong— weren’t you risking your friendship with him by exposing his secret he kept so dearly? maybe distancing himself more than he did would clear his mind off from the mess.

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when all sports teams lined up with their designated coach buses the days after, jaehyun slightly put his chin up to search for you in the crowd— in a subtle manner, since he still stood in his decision into having his space from you yet didn’t want it to be obvious to others that he cared for you still.

you knew he was staring from afar. it was a stupid misunderstanding, both of you were in the wrong, but he made you feel as if you carried the blame for this.

sure that was a given, that he would react worse than expected. you were going to take the pictures from lisa anyway, and the guys wouldn’t know that your friends knew. you didn’t expect you’d burst out of anger or that ten took them before you did and made the assumption. it still drove you mad, ten probably convinced jaehyun of your doing since he didn’t trust you at first.

that aside, you decided to ride the coach bus with the cheerleading team. “when we reach school, you can forget about the basketball team and camp. how dare they hurt you?” minnie hugged you as you stared out the window.

“if i had to weigh it, it’s not me who’s hurting. jaehyun is.” you sighed and pat her back. “how do i act if i bump to any of them? i’ll probably do something stupid again. at all cost, i’mma just- *sigh*”

“she’s talking about jaehyun right?”

“yeah she’s still not straightforward about him.”

“we know she likes him. she doesn’t have to hide it.”

“i can hear you both.” you lowered your hat to avoid their gaze.

jaehyun sat beside his father at the front for a change, playing with the blinds to cover sunlight. coach jung knew his silence more than anyone, even if jaehyun didn’t plan on telling him. “i’ve done what you told me to do. you didn’t want to see y/n after the fight. so? did it to any change?”

“no. i kept my distance and i’ll see if she’ll admit her mistake.” jaehyun adjusted the fan above him.

“jae, if only you saw her reaction when i told her to not come see the team. i know you’re smarter than this. you know it’s not all her fault.”

he clenched his palms hard. crescent moons soon showed themselves on the flesh. “where exactly in this is my fault, dad? have i not been patient to wait for curse to be broken? who said that y/n might have a contribution in this? it’s you, dad. i’m not holding any grudge against y/n. i’m just disappointed at her because she’s nothing i ever imagined her to be. goodness’ sake i even like her.” he mumbled at the last sentence, missing the point that his dad could hear it.

coach jung let out a short laugh at the remark. “not sure if you noticed, you haven’t seen y/n working hard at researching about our curse while you boys practiced. she’s always brainstorming at the possibilities, science or not, she’s always looking for ways. don’t let anger cloud you.” his father paused and had a pressed smile. “..don’t end up having small fights like me and your mother. you wouldn’t want it to be bigger than it already is.”

“yeah.. i know.”

you woke up with a thud and saw a rather prominent bump on your right temple through the reflection of the window. arriving at the campus grounds was quicker than you thought, despite being almost a half day journey. you overheard that the basketball team would stay there a little longer and you had to leave immediately because once everyone has gone home, you’d see him. you didn’t want to risk yourself from being spotted after you both fought.

it was a small matter now that you think about that day. stubbornness outweighed understanding in the two of you, and that resulted in immaturity. and if neither of you were willing to admit, might as well make the first move.

but you were stubborn as he was.

once the coach bus was nearing the parking area, the first and only thing you decide to do was get out of the vehicle and head straight home. you wouldn’t let your friends speak and looked at their bus. there sat jaehyun fiddling with the curtain. you then rushed out, covering your face from the basketball team as they too were getting off. “is that what she meant ‘at all costs’?” minnie facepalmed as she saw you walking away quickly.

“oh look, there’s y/n.” coach jung tapped the window to make jaehyun notice you. the way you behaved was weird for him, because it was too obvious you were avoiding getting seen.

“i don’t care.”

“it means you do.” his father messed his son’s hair. “okay, off you go. i’ll cancel the extra practice today and let all of you rest up during the weekend.”

jaehyun’s lips agape at his father’s last minute decision. he wore his cap and slung his bag. “if you’re doing this and expect i’d make up with her, you’ll regret ever cancelling practice.”

“ah c’mon. your old man is helping you out with a girl. can’t you tell what i’m doing, jae?” he laughed at his son’s reaction. he could see himself in jaehyun and knew things would get better.

“it won’t work dad.”

he rolled his eyes and went to where the bikes were parked. he kicked the stand at the rear wheel when his friends caught up to him with their own bikes. goodness why can’t they just leave me alone? “what do you want?” he stood a little to pedal ahead.

kun rode along beside him, eyes alternating at and on the road. “what now? you’re just going to pretend you didn’t see y/n? like nothing happened?”

“how can i ignore that when her figure’s so obvious and literally running away from here? i’m not going to do anything about-”

jungwoo then sighed heavily, causing jaehyun to knit brows. “she looked over our bus you dimwit! that means she thought of talking to you but held back because of-”

“i’ll talk to y/n in my own terms and in my own time! stop forcing me to do things when you think it would work well for me!” jaehyun pressed on the brakes with his palms.

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kun and jungwoo’s eyes followed your swirling fork and the silent air that had been going for half an hour. they thought knocking onto the doors of jaehyun’s closed heart was hard, never expected yours was harder. you wouldn’t say anything after they invited you, claiming they missed you around them.

because it had been two full semesters since then. from what the boys told you, jaehyun lost focus and couldn’t lead the team to the championships. he always fought with his father and would burst in anger, throwing unnecessary fits towards them even though they worked hard to reach the quarterfinals.

this behaviour would happen so often that it began to strain his relationships with everyone on the team. the transformation did a lot worse to his body, he’d get sick and weak, and for over months, he would not transform back immediately within the golden hour ended. it lasted longer. sometimes even the morning after.

it worried them that if jaehyun given up all hope and continued to act that way, the urge to find the solution would never take place. and that he would remain an animal forever. even so, you knew their intentions to invite you today despite feeling sad for jaehyun. and you prepared your answer before they could speak.

“y/n-”

“as much as i love to stay, i’m here to tell you you’ve wasted your efforts. if jaehyun won’t talk to me.. then i’ll just keep giving him space until he apologises first.” you were already losing appetite talking about it.

“and you think waiting game would pull off too, hm?” kun’s dimple deepened, a flat smile seen on the exterior.

you put down your fork. “i didn’t think we’ll last this long not talking-”

ten smirked in disbelief, you forgot he was there too. his presence was almost non-existent as he kept quiet the whole time. “keep it like that. you’re held accountable for making jaehyun the way he is now.”

“ten!” kun scowled at the guy. “i told you not to talk.”

you rolled your eyes that his words hurt more than the eye roll. “why is he here anyway? you said it’ll only be the two of you. unbelievable.”

“to see if you came up with a solution to lift jaehyun’s curse. looking at you now, i guess you didn’t.” he said and you tried your best to refrain yourself from hitting him. “were you mocking him when you suggested it might be the same answer as that disney film?”

“i said as a joke but it might be a possibility. we live in a world where people go through inexplainable experiences that science couldn’t dive in deep.” you sighed.

jungwoo tapped the table to stop the bickering you and ten were starting. “like my hunch says, maybe it’s another soulmate thing i’ve mentioned to you guys at the camp.”

“it’s not a soulmate thing, jungwoo.” kun and ten said simultaneously.

you brought out an a5 sized sealed envelope and the action alone made the boys stunned. “don’t open this. just give it to him. anyway, the sun’s setting. i really have to go.” you passed the item to kun.

it’s suffocating. i can’t stay here long. they saw how hesitating your limbs were, your eyes averting them and clearing your throat several times.

“ten, does this look like she didn’t do anything? this proves she’s trying.” kun took the envelope and hit it on ten’s head.

as you put on your coat whilst standing next to the table, ten sat back with arms crossed. “acting smart, aren’t you? you really think you’re the belle for jaehyun huh? i wouldn’t believe that for a second.”

“i didn’t say anything about me being the solution. i’m still keeping my promise to help him. and trust me, i don’t think i’m belle either.” you grabbed your bag and left, your food gone cold and jungwoo sighed at the air turning worse thanks to ten.

the cash money was placed on the table when kun called the waiter. “please keep the change.” he looked at your slouching figure by the bus stop across the restaurant. it screamed sadness and hurt all over.

the reason for suddenly leaving wasn’t because you were offended with what ten said. of course there was truth in his words. at some point you thought you were someone important to jaehyun, since you could hear him.

you thought you both were soulmates.

you left because you spotted a familiar figure standing by the door. haven’t been seeing him lately only made you feel angry at yourself. you were a coward, you even passed the envelope to the boys instead of giving it to jaehyun yourself. your friends already encouraged you about it, that that was the only thing to narrow the gap between you and jaehyun. it was to show that you were still supporting him.

why are you like this y/n? if you like him, you’d do anything to get his attention and forgiveness. why are you doing things to push him away, rather.. why are you forcing yourself to not care when you still do?

you continued to walk with your head low for another hour, troubled in your thoughts as they’ve been bothering you for many months. snap out of it y/n-

*tug*

*scratch*

the hems of your baggy jeans were pulled and torn with minimal, adorable force. it took you a while to process the animal before you. a blue bunny, what’s a bunny doing here- oh.

“sungchan?”

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he rose from the bushes in front of their house. you stood there awkwardly while he figures to cover his body after the blue hour. “i’m sorry for asking you to bring me home. i get tired from hopping sometimes.” he grabbed a towel that he was hanging by the gate.

“no worries. i-i’ve seen- nevermind.” your voice softened at the latter.

sungchan pursed his lips to refrain himself from smiling since he was there and witnessed when it happened. “come in, i’ll make you some tea. it’s my way of thanks.”

although he was kinder than his brother, probably more mature, he was still young that you could see through his intentions. you knew he wanted some patching up done between you and jaehyun. you hesitated for a while, but since you were there already, might as well try to talk to him—

even if there was a slim chance of making things work.

you sat on the sofa, slightly still and awkward being in the residence. little sips, light breathing and the soft wind from the fan were only heard within the living area. “did my brother cause you a lot of trouble during the camp?” sungchan asked and knowing that you were silent, he knew jaehyun probably did. “how about now?”

“actually, i think i’m the one causing more trouble for him because i feel like i’m not doing anything to help when i said i would.” you sighed as he continued to listen.

“really? i heard from the others you’re helping so much that it changed my brother.. at the least he’s not cranky.” his nose twitched so adorably that you thought it was derived from being a bunny almost his whole life. “also, there’s that envelope-” he paused while realising how your expression caught him off guard.

maybe he shouldn’t have mentioned it, but he wanted you to know he wasn’t spying on you. he made that clear with his silence.

if he saw that back at the restaurant, that only meant he was there for quite some time. you let out a small smile that he was probably there not for you, but to wait for his brother’s friends. instead of bumping into them, he bumped into you.

“oh, that. it.. has a bunch of handwritten letters i’ve compiled when i struggled talking to jaehyun. i just felt that maybe it’s more sincere if i had to apologise.. y’know, eventually.”

he pursed his lips and nodded. “then why not put those words into actual words? like verbal words.” sungchan’s fingers pointed upwards, hinting that jaehyun was up in his room. “for all i know it’s the most sincere thing to do.”

crap, he’s not expressive but he’s so so mature for his age. it made you feel inferior for a moment.

“but before you do that, i have to tell you something that my dad and brother missed out about our curse. why jaehyun-hyung is more pressured than i am.”

(few minutes later)

you slid against the wall while sungchan went out to do grocery shopping. at the other side of the door, in between the thin gap, you could hear soft breathing; jaehyun was on his bed, sleeping in his dog form and it hurt you since time already passed both golden and blue hour, he should’ve transformed like his brother did. instead he laid there as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

meanwhile, jaehyun knew you entered his room. he pretended to be sleeping and expected he wouldn’t know how to act when he gets to face you. he decided to stay as he was.

until you pat then caressed his head.

he didn’t want to settle or give in for the fact you loved golden retrievers. he blamed on the shallow euphroria dogs easily feel. and because he was in his dog form, the anger he held for you disappeared. but at the same time, was your touch out of care or pity? he couldn’t figure it out. then he could hear the beats of your heart, and that made him sit up. your heart was fast. it was worrying. it was—

“why didn’t you tell me the whole story?” your voice wavered in heaving breaths as he finally looked you in the eye. his ears twitched and he faced the door, knowing that sungchan told everything.

jaehyun shook his body and whiskers moved before he telepathically answered you. “believe me i tried. i hate myself for being sensitive and i couldn’t bring to tell you because i got angry. but you have to know that i value trust more than anything.”

“you know what’s ironic?” you sighed, pressing your forehead as pain began to form. “you didn’t trust me first and and we fought because you didn’t do that. and you didn’t trust me enough that you only told me what, like 50 percent of it?”

of course he knew what you referred to.

he was going to tell you the day he visited your cottage at camp. but he didn’t get to, because ten told him news ahead of him that it ruined the purpose to talk to you. it wasn’t that he blamed him, it was due to the fact he wasn’t prepared for something like that. even for something like this.

because there was that prophecy weighing on his shoulders.

“sungchan said that it has to directly come from you, so you better tell me now before our friendship falls out.” you warned and leaned back against the headboard.

currently your friendship was on the line, wobbling on tight ropes. pushing you further away would do no good.

jaehyun sat and his paws were dignified into a comfortable position. his head laid on a cushion pillow, facing towards you. “fine. most of my family turns into wild animals, and they couldn’t control themselves in that other form. their wildlife instincts overpowers their thoughts.” he yawned.

“and it’s different for me and sungchan. when we were born, when we had our first full transformation, they were shocked to know we turn into domestic animals. we’re able to remember, think and live as if we’re still humans. at the end, it’s either of us to stop the curse.”

“so why did your brother mention that you’re the most pressured? why did it only have to be you?” this time you spoke, there was more depth into your feelings if you spoke. as sungchan said, verbally was more sincere. “you could share the burden with him.”

he sighed at the tone of your voice. “isn’t it obvious? the role is immediately passed onto me not because i’m the first born.. it’s because you suddenly could talk to me.. telepathically.”

“yeah and we couldn’t even figure that one out yet.” you scoffed remembering the times you’ve placed your efforts on that matter and now it had gone all to waste. all because you both had that fight.

he read through your eyes and sensed the intention from your words. plus he hated how you delivered it with that certain tone. “i didn’t bring this up just to blame you for my own satisfaction!” he groaned. “i brought it up so that i can apologise! i was wrong, okay?! i should’ve listened to you instead of carelessly listening to ten-”

you refrained yourself from showing any further hurt. recalling it would only make you cry. “well you were manipulated with ten’s assumptions. you believed him more than me. he had proof while i didn’t. i was in the losing end! not like i expected you to change your mind. so can we just.. get this overwith and tell me what the prophecy is?”

he was speechless for a while. you being straight-forward yet in a pained voice was too much for him. he was already softening his feelings for you and you had to tense it all up again. “‘only one could save those who lay under the curse, for they must be in the correct peace of mind and body to break it before it turns for worse.’”

“and the ‘worse’ means you won’t transform back anymore?” you asked, the prophecy already piercing your heart as you waited for more explanation.

“that and..” he trailed off. “..we lose our humanity too. we won’t remember anything. memories erased like a snap of the finger. and we’ll just be.. another animal.”

you pushed yourself to sit up as your heart clenched tight. “jaehyun! why say it now and not before?”

“because! what is there for you to do-”

you squished the dog’s into a wrinkly mess, to the point jaehyun couldn’t see anything. his paws tried to put your arms down, but even clawing was hard for him to do. then he felt you lean forward to hug him. “y/n? what’re you doing?” you didn’t answer.

crap, this is warm. it feels.. nice. embarrassed, he put his thoughts at the back of his mind. “are you doing this out of pity? do i look that helpless-”

what crossed his mind was that you thought he needed a hug and was the only thing you could do. but you proved him wrong, so, so wrong. and why didn’t he realise it sooner in his life?

“you have to treat yourself like someone you love!”

what?

“you have to fill yourself with it! have you been thinking half-heartedly or do things half-assed because you’re different from people? do you not realise there are people who loves you? you trust them so less that you’re not confident into breaking the curse! because you didn’t really try!”

he froze in his stance, like a bullet pierced through his chest with how true your point was. he didn’t know what love was when his mother left the family. he didn’t dare to open up with his dad and brother, not his friends as for so long he didn’t do that one important thing— trust.

jaehyun thought he did that. he had enough encouragement but only to the level of content. he didn’t expect more as what else was there for people cursed like his family? “why are you so worried or do this much for me?”

“because no one actually helped you!” your arms tightened around him. “your friends were occupied into thinking that protecting you and your curse from others was the safest thing to do. it’s not! it just gets you self-conscious, conceited and too comfortable to not to do anything at all!” everything you said knocked down the pillars of his pride. he wasn’t at all living in humility if his friends did ever help.

“y/n we’re nothing more than friends. how could you be pushing yourself onto my problems-”

“i’m one of the people, jaehyun. don’t you get it now? i l-”

as if the phone line got cut off, he couldn’t hear the rest. you appeared like a television who lost its voice, however, somehow he knew what came after that. he didn’t want to admit it, after spending time with you at camp, he realised his heart felt the same.

you were quick to catch on. the golden retriever just stared at you, you couldn’t hear him as well. not even telepathically. jaehyun laid back down, ignored you and went to sleep. you nudged him, he wouldn’t move. you felt a swarm of blame towards him. if only he told you earlier, he wouldn’t be in this state where he was just another dog. mostly you blamed yourself for not taking the initiative first to fix things. you went along with your anger and his waiting game.

where did it get you? to this.

the one second revelation he heard from you and then fell into slumber, he was standing in front of himself, before a mirror. a series of himself switching from human to animal throughout the years. the glass cracked over his face. as if he entered a new world, he had to prepare mentally for what was to come.

instead he awoke like he only passed out from exhaustion. to only see you hugging your legs, head down with soft sobs and hiccups, he reached out for you yet hesitated. he checked the time, the golden hour was to arrive.

“y/n.” he called out in a low voice.

“no.” you mumbled. “i shouldn’t be hearing him.”

“but you really are, though.”

you shot your head up, tears rolling down your cheeks when you felt his touch— his large palms holding yours. he transformed, you had many questions as you thought it was too late.

confused and tired, you stared at him blankly. processing the guy before you took a whole minute to realise jaehyun transformed back. “is.. is this a joke?” you coughed and rubbed your tears. “i saw you faint- i saw how you lost the light in your eyes- i saw-”

he’s blushing. his ears are red.

jaehyun pulled you into an embrace, he caressed your head as if he held a newborn. “the curse broke around the time i realised i lacked self-care. it was the same time you said it too.”

looking back, he didn’t treat himself right since the beginning. he realised he shouldn’t have looked for a solution or someone to love him. he was the someone he was looking for, and should’ve reflected on himself than to rely too much on others.

“you’re still hugging me.” you said, stopping his trail of thoughts. you pat his back quickly and he was holding you tight. “you’re squeezing the oxygen out of me.”

“can’t i hold you longer? you’ve been so helpful even when i pushed you away. now i don’t really want to let go.” jaehyun whispered. he never felt something like this before— this urge to love someone. “what if the curse comes back when you go away?”

you felt your head bursting with temperatures your body was experiencing now. “you really have to let go!” clearing your throat, you tried to shove him away.

“no. don’t be stubborn.”

“don’t be clingy, clingy!”

“you want me to hug you though.”

“i do but- wait no that’s not- i-”

he squeezed your face between his hands. “you love me, don’t you. and you said i’m not loveable.” he teased and goodness his dimples shot you at the heart. you kicked him in the chest yet he leaned forwards, closer than usual. “i can feel your veins beating crazily.”

ah for crying out loud! “jung jaehyun.” you called him with a stern and plain voice. “get off me.”

“tsk i said i wouldn’t-”

“jaehyun you’re naked.”

hm? he pulled himself away from you, looked down and covered his lower body. ah heavens- “i’m sorr-”

a thud was heard by the door. you both turned heads to sleepy sungchan dropping a parcel delivered to jaehyun while holding a toothbrush with his mouth and prominent bed hair. “uh bro, this is-”

“dad! i think hyung’s in his mating season!”

“i’m so not!”

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

because the curse was lifted and jaehyun made it happen, all those who fell under it soon experienced freedom and joy after years of agony and pain and fear. feelings opposite to them showered upon them that morning like spring rain.

you sat in between jaehyun and ten, who haven’t been talking to each since they fought over little things, mainly about you. ten still didn’t believe that you were jaehyun’s girlfriend, because he recalled you guys were not going to mend things.

“so that’s it? it’s so hard to believe. she just hugged you and the curse’s gone? even more so you’re both dating?”

“ten, c’mon dude.” kun brought out his fist to bump yours. “she’ll be hanging with us from now on. you have to stop being a stuck-up.”

ten shrugged in defeat and finally nodded in acceptance. “fine. i’ll let it go. i mean the curse’s broken won’t bother jae anymore.” he turned to you. “i’m sorry y/n. jae and i have been best friends since kindergarten. so it’s kinda a brotherly instinct to protect him. it just comes out.”

“you do seem like the leader of the pack.” you fiddled with jaehyun’s fingers while he draped his arm around you.

“i thought i was the leader?” kun sounded offended, but not entirely.

jaehyun remained quiet. he told everyone what had happened. however, there was still one question left unanswered. what was the telepathy about?

what did it have to do with you and him? he thought about that real hard. were you actually a missing piece in the prophecy or did he misunderstand it? there were a lot of possibilities, a lot of ideas coming up that maybe he figured it wrong. maybe you did contribute to the breaking of the curse-

“ah!” jungwoo exclaimed as flicked the paper back and forth. he proudly showed what he found, putting the pieces together. the paper was moving quickly that the pairs of eyes couldn’t focus or see anything. “i’ve been telling you guys since camp but you wouldn’t listen to me!”

you squinted your hardest to see the words. all you got from the sheet of paper scribbles and connecting lines. the boys started to fight for the so they could read the younger one forcibly shoved in front of their faces.

jungwoo wanted his friends to feel their pride stepped on them, and held on the paper. “read the prophecy again. i’m excited-”

“you being excited about these things is nothing new-” ten yelled, and kun covered his mouth at the loud volume.

“‘only one could save those who lay under the curse, for they must be in the correct peace of mind and body to break it before it turns for worse.’ guys, it’s already hinted in it!” he pointed at the parts he was scribbling on earlier.

he expounded the prophecy was a little misleading. it wasn’t being literal about the right mind and body. they were the results of the having the correct heart, as the two would only be affected greatly if not for the heart.

jungwoo scooted next to you. “y/n, you weren’t only the key to solving it. you were the only person who gave him that push and made him realise he should love himself for who he was. you gave him that peace of mind because you are the heart. as we all know, the mind and body can’t function without the heart.”

“that sounds sweet?” kun blushed even though he wasn’t supposed to.

“yeah sure but the telepathy happening at the same time with my curse was just a coincidence though?” jaehyun asked.

“onto my next point!” jungwoo drew on the paper again. “i realised you told us before that only family members of the same curse can talk to each other telepathically.”

jaehyun’s brows only furrowed narrower. “which doesn’t make sense because she’s not part of my family.”

jungwoo grinned widely, it almost made you nervous but if it was coming from jungwoo, it always had to be something good. “not even us lads can even talk to you with our minds though we’re close like brothers. what if it’s a sign that she will be part of your family? even if the curse’s broken, it still proves my point that you were soulmates all along.”

somehow you knew it was headed to this. what jungwoo’s saying was similar to your hunch. you weren’t confident as he was because at the time, the curse wasn’t lifted. now that it was, you never knew you were actually right.

jaehyun shrunk in his seat after hearing jungwoo’s theory. he looked at you; who was now giggling with the others. he never thought you were his soulmate, it never crossed his mind. you appeared in his life as a shadow at first, before you resurfaced and made it a roller coaster ride. it was an eye opener for him too, you loved him for who he was, his flaws— that being the curse. although there were frequent bickers, that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy or hate them. he was afraid you’d leave after knowing his transformation.

you didn’t. you stayed. not because you were forced to just to keep his secret, you stayed since you said you’d help. and that lifted weight off of his shoulders. colours came into view more spirited, clouded thoughts in his head faded and everything he heard that were once muffled became clear. he had to compare it like he was reborn.

in the end, you were still beside him, adjacent to him.

[staydandy]

I did not expect to reach 100 followers before the end of the year! This community is great! Thanks so much! It's been a blast so far!

So, um.. Hi! I'm StayDandy!

I live in USA .. English is my first and (sadly) only language, but I want to learn Korean (I've gotten to the point of knowing the alphabet, being able to read/sound out words, understand a bit of the sentence structure, and recognize/remember a precious few words).

I started to get into Asian dramas and music early 2021. I've been watching & reading anime & manga/manwha, since college (*cough*, 10 years ago *cough*), but my interest had faded over time. Until last year's nose-dive back into dramas (Prison Playbook cracked the door, and I slammed it open!). I've been obsessed ever since! 😆 The interest in K/J/C-Music is newer; I hadn't really explored it before this past year (unless you count when PSY originally released Gangnam Style lol) .. I still listen to American music, but K/J/C music has taken over my Spotify, it's now the dominant genre (throw in a little Swedish power-metal and that's basically my Library in a nutshell).

I started exploring the whump community on Tumblr this past April - I was honestly amazed there were so many people with this interest, same as me! I started posting in May - I wanted to join in the fun, & contribute my own backlog of lists (I'd been writing them for over a decade after all, might as well put them to good use).

So.. idk if there's any interest.. I thought I'd share a detailed look at my List posts .. some of it is rather self-explanatory, but some of it might not be .. maybe this'll clarify what & why I format them the way I do.

But if you're just looking for a place to start exploring my page, I'd suggest My Directory. It breaks off to everything else. I organize everything manually so it's as accurate as I can make it.

Thanks again for Following along!

Post Breakdown (below the break) :

I'll use this surprisingly popular post as an example (really would not have guessed that Bridal Mask would receive the attention it did).

First, of course, you get the show title (in English & it's original language) .. a picture for the show (I try to use a pic that has the whumpee(s) in it) .. then a quick synopsis of the show. Simple, self-explanatory.

At the end of the synopsis I include a direct link to an official data site for the show (usually it's MyDramaList for Asian shows, and between Wikipedia or InternetMovieDatabase for English shows). • I include the "AKA" because there are quite a few shows that go by multiple names because of different translations/interpretations of the original title, or even official title changes before it aired. I've had the issue before of trying to find a show using (unknowingly) an uncommon translation of the title, which made it difficult to find what I was looking for. So, JIC, I include them here.

If there's multiple whumpee's I will color-code them, which carries throughout the list. • The links on the actor names are searches of my Tumblr. It's an easy way to see if I have any other lists with said actor in it. (I don't include them on English lists because I rarely have multiple lists with the same English actor. In the case that I do, I'll add the link)

The country links back to that country's whump list library.

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I use ellipsis ( ... ) for when there's a break between whump scenes. • Every now and then I will include my own thoughts amongst the whump, usually "subscript & in blue" • You can see the color-coding in action (I wish Tumblr had more color options). • When there's multiple whumpees I use a kinda "tag-you're-it" system : -- I mention a Character (A) and their whump until [chronologically in the episodes] something happens to Character (B), any whump following is (B)'s whump.. until (A) is mentioned by name again, then everything after is (A)'s whump ... and so on and so forth.

(Apparently Tumblr only actually uses the first 20 tags on a post, which is incredibly unhelpful. I still try to include all the key-words in my tags, but they're more for my own quick reference when I manually organize my posts.)

Hello again!

Thanks for reading! I've had people tell me I have an "interesting" way of organizing, & I tend to over-think things (you should see the organized chaos that is my bedroom! lol).

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To Be So Lonely (Gaara x Reader)

A/N: my first ever attempt at a gaara one shot. Essentially, you are permanently disabled due to an accident involving evil jinchuriki gaara, but you never gave up on him. friends to lovers. dramatic confessions. gaara is just so pure and sweet, he deserves all the love and more. perfect baby boy. precious.

ps. this was a very quick write. there may be mistakes, idk. just hopefully someone enjoys.

Word count: 3600 (soo short lmao)

The pair of them walked the aisles of the bakery. He adored how her eyes grew wide when they landed on a particularly shiny loaf of bread or a decadent chocolate cake that she couldn’t help but gush over. Today, after work since it seemed he had a break, he decided he would go with her to the dessert shop she’d been begging him to go visit.

He watched as she hobbled forward on her crutches, leaning some of her weight on walls or tables when she got the chance. He felt genuinely awful. It was his fault she was in that position after all. Nearly ten years ago when she enveloped her in his sand and crushed her leg brutally. He was so lost and hopeless back then, and a mere sparring match was enough to set him off and permanently injure the woman.

He felt like the worst man alive as he watched her walk around, and he followed on soft feet behind her. They were friends. It seemed that even after all he had done, she still cared about him. She walked up to his office the day he became Kazekage, and asked to be his assistant. He couldn’t say no, not with the way she smiled so beautifully at him with those soft lips and sparkling eyes.

Admittedly, he wanted her to be at his side.

She often sat with him in his office when there wasn’t anything too urgent going on, her legs tucked under her and her crutches leant against his desk. She would tell him stories about her day or things that she found funny, and he would listen intently to each word. He adored her voice. It was perfect, the perfect pitch and tone, just enough enthusiasm to blow him away. How she could be so positive when so many things had gone wrong, he wasn’t sure.

He knew that if he asked Naruto, the boy would have the answer for sure. He was so wise with people in that way. After all, Naruto was the reason Gaara was able to change into the man he was today, the man that had Y/N laughing and giggling in the evenings before she went home.

Y/N’s smile was so bright. It practically glowed when she entered the room. He wanted to bottle it up and keep it forever, that is how much he admired her enthusiasm. He couldn’t imagine the pain she went through, and the struggle she goes through daily. He couldn’t imagine the strength she must have to work for him and maintain that attitude that he admired so deeply.

She was so beautiful. He found himself waking up multiple times in the morning with her still on his mind, her eyes and her smile and the way her hair fell around her face. He found himself so lost in the mere thought of the woman, he thought he might be going crazy.

He’d asked his siblings about the situation, on separate occasions, just gauging what two more adjusted people thought of the situation. Each time, they laughed, and told him he simply had a crush on his closest assistant. His sister told him to act on his feelings before she was swept away by some other man from the village. His brother told him she was quite a catch, and he would be lucky if she liked him back. He thought she was only kind to him because he was her boss, essentially. Needless to say, that was a bit rough for Gaara to hear.

He wasn’t sure what he would do if Y/N shared his feelings. She certainly was kind, and the woman he wanted to be with, but he just couldn’t be with her, not after everything he had done. He couldn’t imagine her ever caring for him like that after he took away a huge portion of her mobility. He stole away from her the ability to become a shinobi like she always wanted. He felt like a monster.

There was no way in good conscience, he could accept her affections and burden her with his own. She was too perfect. He wouldn’t ruin her in that way. He couldn’t.

And so he was content just following her around, buying her little goodies here and there to make her happy just one more time before he had to see her off for the night. No doubt, he would dream about her once again tonight, after spending so much time staring into her eyes and hearing her melodic laugh. Sometimes, he found himself looking forward to those nights where she would plague his mind. He could truly be himself in those dreams without any constraint, without an ounce of guilt. He could love her during those nights, and he found himself longing for more and more each day.

She spun around in front of the final glass case in the near empty bakery, and she pointed to some fruit tarts in a little box.

“You want those?”

“Yes, please.”

He pointed them out to the staff, and they bagged them up and slid them across the counter. He got a discount as the Kazekage, and he was more than willing to buy a few things for her. It was the least he could do. Even though he paid her a decent amount for her work, he still felt generous. He liked seeing the way her eyes lit up and her ears perked up with happiness each time he bought her a simple cake or tart. It was so cheap and simple, he felt like he was robbing her. He got so much enjoyment out of seeing her beauty over and over again and all she got was a little dollar dessert.

They walked out of the store, and she sighed, reaching into the bag and taking out the little box. She pulled out the cake and took a quick bite, sighing loudly at the flavor. “Wow, Gaara, this is one of the best ones yet. Try it,” she held out the other side to him.

“No, I’m okay. I’m sure it’s great.”

“Oh, come on.”

He sighed, and took the tart from her hands, taking the tiniest bite from the side opposite of hers. She was right. It was really good. He nodded, his lips curving into a tiny smile as she grinned, giving him a thumbs up. “See, I told you it was really good. I don’t go around picking out crappy sweets.”

“Here, eat the rest. You haven’t had a chance to eat today, have you?” he asked, urging her to take the tart back. She did, and nodded. “You really can’t be doing that, Y/N. It’s not healthy to skip meals like that.”

“I know. I normally don’t but during my lunch break today, I was busy talking to your brother and I lost track of time.”

“So it was Kankuro’s doing? Of course.”

“Oh, jeez. It’s not a big deal. My parents are going to the market today so they’ll no doubt be home with some food for me to eat for dinner. Plus, you got me these awesome tarts for dessert.”

He nodded, a hum leaving his lips. “Still, I’d like if maybe you started eating lunch with me, just so I can make sure you’re getting proper nutrition.”

Her eyes widened, and she began to smile once again. She felt her cheeks begin to heat up from his offer. How could he so casually say something like that? He was never one to really think through the things he said, just saying exactly what was on his mind. “Are you asking me on a lunch date?”

“What?! No-that’s not what I meant,” he blurted out, his own cheeks turning red under her stare. “I just meant it as a friend thing.”

She averted her eyes back down to her dessert, and she took another bite. After giving him a moment of time to cool down, and after she’d swallowed, she replied giddily, knowing it would stir him up once again, “Alright, well, I wouldn’t mind if it was a date thing, just saying.”

He was now nearly as red as his hair, and she burst out laughing. “What?! Y/N, don’t laugh at me!”

“Okay, Kazekage-sama.”

He huffed as he tried to calm down, following as she started off once again to her home. On days like this one, he would walk her home from wherever they had gone, and in turn, he said it was a way for him to see the village. In reality, he had seen the village more than enough time to count, he really just wanted to walk with her home, to feel like he was doing something for her by providing company on the short journey through the streets.

As they approached her home, he knew that this was going to be the end of their outing and he would have to leave her once again. He really enjoyed their time together. It was the only part of the day he looked forward to most of the time, and to see her go always filled his heart with a bit of sadness. It was unreasonable to want anymore time out of her day to himself, but he couldn’t help but want it.

She opened her front door and stepped inside, holding the door open so she could see him standing at the edge of the walkway to her family home. He shifted awkwardly under her stare, one that was absent of a smile and that familiar glimmer in her eye. Things felt serious all the sudden, and it made him nervous.

What had changed all of the sudden? He never expected her next words. They hit him in the chest like a stone, and knocked the air from his chest.

“Gaara, I think I’m in love with you,” Y/N called to the boy standing in her doorway. One outing after another, she found it harder and harder to maintain a neutral guise around him. Y/N really liked him. He was strong. He was a hero. He was a beautifully kind creature whom everyone came to adore.

He stood there in shock, his eyes wide and lips just agape. He wanted her to take back what she’d just proclaimed. He couldn’t accept it. Not when her crutches were right in his view, and her leg was missing right below the knee. He couldn’t handle that confession. Not now, not ever.

It was all his fault.

He turned his head away to the street and sighed, shutting his eyes tightly. “Y/N, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” she asked, fiddling with the bag of groceries in her hands. It took a lot of nerve to confess to him. It takes a lot to go out and profess your love to the Kazekage and the famous Gaara of the sand. He was a celebrity, practically. He wasn’t simply a childhood friend. She was rightfully nervous.

“I’m sorry you feel that way about someone like me.”

“Gaara, stop. Please. What happened, it’s over now. You’ll never be that same person again.”

He grit his teeth, another sigh coming from behind his teeth. “I cannot accept your confession. I’m sorry, but I have to go now. Please, keep this between us, alright?”

It seemed that the end of their rope was near. He had said what he wanted to say, or what he felt needed to be said. He cared for her, he’d cared for her since he could really remember. She was always kind to him, so beautiful and sweet and generous. Y/N was forever forgiving, and he knew that. He was fully aware that she’d forgiven him for what he’d done to her when he was lost in violence all those years ago. He just couldn’t forgive himself. He was forgiving of those who had wronged him, but to give mercy to the person who brutalized the one woman who’d shown him kindness from the beginning, he just couldn’t bear it.

Gaara was a lonely man. He would always be a lonely man, surrounded by people but always just far enough to protect them. He couldn’t let someone like her become close again and risk something else happening. Even if he was non violent now, what’s to say someone else wouldn’t have a grudge against him and target her?

It was all too overwhelming.

“You can’t deny it, Gaara, you love me too,” she called back to him, quiet enough not to disturb the neighbors but loud enough that it rang out in his chest like a gong, echoing there for a minute. She continued softly, “You can’t just pretend there’s nothing between us just because something happened almost a decade ago. You can’t abandon me, not after everything we’ve been through.”

“Y/N, it’s not that easy.”

“It really is that easy. If you care about me, and I care about you, then that’s all that matters. Forget about my leg, please. I’m over it. I’ve grown used to it, so much it’s not a problem,” she explained, “In fact, you treating me like I’m some injured lamb is the real problem. I’m a strong woman. This injury is nothing when it comes to my sheer force of will.”

He felt terrible, really, he felt like every move he made was the wrong one. He felt like he’d travelled down all the wrong paths with this woman, and she still loved him. Despite everything, she loved him without fault. He was her best friend. The friend who stole her leg from her so young. He was beyond conflicted.

His eyes flickered around the street, and she could feel his paranoia. It would be quite scandalous if someone caught them out here talking about something as personal as this. He was the Kazekage after all, whether he was experiencing normal 22 year old emotions or not.

Y/N grabbed his hand and tugged him quickly into her home. Her parents were gone for the day to the shops, so they weren’t there to intervene, not that they would be too pleased to see their daughter with the red haired boy. Yes, they were proud to have him as their Kazekage, standing strong and tall for the nation. But the injuries he had inflicted on their daughter were a bit too severe to ever completely forgive him. They could never give Gaara their blessing, nor did they truly approve of their friendship. Y/N and Gaara knew this. It only caused his guilt to hang heavier in his chest.

She shut the door behind him, and sighed as she leant her shoulder against the wall, a bit of pressure taken off her sole leg and her arms propped up on the sticks.

“Gaara, how do you feel about me? Really?” she asked.

He wanted to say nothing, to just turn away and pretend he hadn’t heard the question. But he knew that wasn’t an option. He would tell her everything. “I enjoy your company, more than I care to admit. You are so beautiful and kind, I always want you around, especially when work gets rough.”

Y/n stood silent as she let him keep going, to get what he was feeling off his chest. There wasn’t really an outlet in his life to get out all these pent up emotions. He could use a shoulder to lean on sometimes, just as much as anyone else.

“You’re right,” he groaned, “I love you.”

A soft breath caught in her chest at his words. It was true that she had a feeling he felt that way for her, but it was a different thing to hear his words reach her ears. His breathy, raspy voice and the exasperation carried in his tone. The way his eyes refused to meet hers he was so afraid. She felt a shiver run up her spine, and she had to take a deep breath to calm herself down. “Then what’s the point in fighting it?”

“It’s wrong. What I did to you, you’ll never be the same again and it’s all my fault. I don’t know if I could bring myself to look at you everyday knowing that I hurt you so badly. Back then, I didn’t even have remorse. I-I…”

“It’s okay! You’ve changed, time and time again, you’ve shown me that you’re not the same man you used to be. You are so brave and caring and considerate. You care about me and all the other villagers. You changed, and I love the man you’ve become.”

“Does that mean you can forgive me for what I’ve done?”

“I would forgive you a thousand times over.”

“Y/N…”

“You’re the man of my dreams. Please, don’t deprive me of that.”

When his eyes met hers, he wanted to melt away in her arms. She really didn’t care about what he had done, she just wanted him for who he worked so hard to become, the man that Naruto pushed him to be. She raised his arms, and found himself walking right into them. Her head hit his shoulder, and he let out a long shaky breath. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too, Gaara. I truly do.”

And when she pressed her lips to his, he found himself falling deeper in love with her. She was so soft and gentle in his arms, against his skin, flush and warm like he’d always imagined. He never really expected himself to find someone, not after all he’d done and the man he made himself out to be. He never imagined the kiss of a person on his lips, or the feeling of someone’s arms wound around his body. He only imagined pain.

Yet, here she was. The most forgiving angel in the entire world.

“Y/N L/N, what the hell is this? Dammit, can’t you do this somewhere else, you foolish girl?” a voice called through the door, and when they peered between the curtains, the sight of her mother and father walking up the path to the front door, grocery bags piled in their arms. Her mother’s face was quite red, a small smile gracing her mouth, while her father was another story. Completely exhausted with everything.

Gaara pulled away quickly, his head ducking down so his eyes only met the floorboards. He was Kazekage, why was he so afraid of some old man and his paper sack full of rice? He wasn’t completely sure. All he knew was that Y/N stood there with that beautiful smile, her cheeks puffing out from embarrassment. “It’s okay. They aren’t angry. You might want to head on back home, though.”

The elderly couple opened the door, and he found himself face to face with her mother who smiled, corners of her eyes crinkling. “It’s about time, you sweet boy.”

Her father roared, feeling himself growing hotter with every second that passed. “About time for what, Rise? This man to come in here and violate our daughter-”

“Shush, dad. It was all me this time,” Y/N piped up from the back, which only fueled the fire.

“Of course! You’ve always been so promiscuous, Y/N. How could I expect any less?” he rolled his eyes. “And about you, Kazekage boy.”

“Be gentle, Tanaka.”

“Instead of hurting my daughter, I expect you to protect her as if your life depended on it, you hear me? I won’t have someone coming into my house and hurting my children,” he demanded, and Gaara could only nod. He had never been in a situation quite as terrifying as this one, he had to admit. He felt like he had been caught in the middle of some heinous act, even if it was only kissing the object of his affections. He was more than embarrassed, he thought he might crumble into a million tiny pieces.

He replied, “Of course. I’d never let anything hurt Y/N, sir.”

“That’s what I thought. Now get out of here. You can see your little girlfriend some other time, she has chores.”

“Dad!”

“Enough.”

Gaara nodded to the family of three before opening the door and walking through the threshold. “Goodbye, Gaara!” As he peered back over his shoulder, he was once again stunned by her smiling face, her small hand waving to him as he shut the door behind him. He felt his heart beating faster as he walked down the street back to the Kazekage’s mansion.

Has life always felt this good? He wasn’t too sure. He felt high, like he was floating above the ground with each footstep. Maybe giving the good life, giving Y/N, a chance, was going to work out in his favor. He could feel happiness creeping up his chest and rumbling through his stomach. His cheeks turned red at the thought of his now girlfriend in her home getting scolded by her father, and he couldn’t help but imagine the next day when she would report to his office to pick up paperwork and maybe he could swipe another kiss.

When he walked into his home, he brushed by his brother whose brows perked up upon seeing his expression. “What’s got you looking so whipped, Gaara?”

“It’s nothing, Kankuro.”

“Y/N, right?”

“Maybe.”

His brother's loud laughter rung out in the empty hall. He patted his brother's back with a firm hand, practically congratulating him for getting a girlfriend. It was strange in that way, thinking about it like that. He now had a girlfriend to hug and hold, to keep tightly clasped in his heart for as long as she would allow.

Life was too good. He slept better that night than he had in a long while. All because of this one person who’d wormed their way so easily into his heart.