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[writesvani]

down low — jeon jungkook

boxer! jungkook x collegestudent! reader

friends with benefits au, situationship au

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SUMMARY: There's no love, there are no fights with Jungkook—just a twisted addiction that keeps you crawling back. You tell yourselves it’s not toxic. After all, you never argue, never get jealous. Just fuck, lie, and slip back into the arms of the people who will never know.

It’s not love.

But it sure as hell isn’t nothing.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: porn with plot, smut, angst, dry humping, fingering, jerking off, oral (both receiving), vaginal sex, choking, spanking, slapping (light), hair pulling, biting (light), doggy, missionary, sideways, cowgirl, shower sex, mirror sex, cheating, semi-public sex, club toilet sex, unprotected sex (stay safe, please), discomfort, lying, manipulating, gaslighting, explicit scenes, explicit language, fighting, substance abuse (weed, cigarettes, alcohol), angst no comfort, seriously fucked up characters

word count: 40-50k(ish), still editing it

chapter index ^᪲᪲᪲

— chapter one: u up? (coming on April 10th)

— chapter two: I See Her

— chapter three: Say My Name

— chapter four: Thinking About You

— chapter five: In Your Eyes ; FINAL

drabbles + extras ^᪲᪲᪲

— red polo shirt (pending...)

— don't cut your hair (pending...)

— DL playlist (soon...)

the drabbles in this story are part of the DownLowVerse, so i highly recommend reading them to get a deeper understanding of the plot. as the story unfolds, new drabbles will unlock, and they’re designed to enhance the experience. i suggest reading the chapters in order, and in the author’s notes, i’ll let you know when’s the best time to dive into each drabble, as they’ll be posted after certain chapters.

but don’t worry — reading the drabbles isn’t a MUST. they won’t change the story, but they’ll add extra layers to it, helping you connect with the narrative in a more meaningful way.

DISCLAIMER:

Listen, if I did own Jeon Jungkook, I wouldn’t be writing this fic—I’d be too busy staring at him in awe like a fool. But alas, I do not. BTS? Also not mine (shocking, I know). This is purely fiction, and if you think this is an accurate representation of Jungkook or any BTS member, I have some bad news for you. This is a toxic, messy, morally questionable story born from my weird imagination, not a documentary. So don’t take it seriously, and for the love of all things holy, don’t send this to the real Jungkook. Let’s keep our delusions in this safe little corner of the internet, okay? Cool. Now, enjoy the chaos.

all works published here are created by me (@writesvani on tumblr). i own all rights to my original works, including any written content, original characters, and plotlines. copying, redistributing, translating, or posting my works on any other social media without my explicit permission is strictly prohibited. all rights reserved.

[zomtart]

The Ghosts That Stay (DDBA!Frank Castle x Vigilante!Reader)

hiii!! DDBA episode 4 has been living rent free in my head so I made it a x reader version :D this does not align with canon at all so please ignore any blatant plot holes lol

content warnings: DDBA SPOILERS, mention of taking pills, canon-typical violence, language, ANGST, no happy ending (unless part 2...?), frank is hot with a beard

word count: 1k

beautiful gif below by the amazing @xxdrixx <3

Looking back, it was stupid to walk into Frank’s hideout so recklessly, but you weren’t thinking clearly. You knew him far too well to assume he wouldn’t come out swinging when he had no way of knowing who was knocking at his door.

That’s just a phrase, of course. You didn’t knock before busting the lock.

It would have at least been smart to say something on the hope he’d hear your voice, but again, you weren’t thinking clearly.

So the blame was all on you when Frank grabbed your collar, slammed you against a wall, and raised a hatchet behind his shoulder.

“Frank!” your arm reached out to grip his wrist as hard as you could, and that mixed with him recognizing you halted his momentum. “Frank—it’s me!”

The rage slowly fell from his face, a house of cards crashing down as the spot between his eyebrows smoothed, and his lips curled down. The two of you just stood there for a moment, breathing heavily and waiting for what the other would do next. Once the silence had become almost awkward, you exhaled through your nose and tilted your head slightly.

“Mind putting the hatchet down?”

He scoffs and plants it next to your head, turning around and walking back to sit down. You look around the room. Racks of guns, a wall of pictures with red X’s drawn across them. An orange bottle of pills, no prescription label wrapped around it. Frank looked about as run down as the rest of the place, his beard grown out and his hair longer than you’d seen it in some time. He looked bone-tired, with bags underneath his eyes and movements far too slow for the vigilante you knew. You felt sick when you watched him uncap the bottle and pop a pill in his mouth.

“Why are you here?” he said sharply, and you tried not to let it sting. 

You glared at him for a moment before tossing him the bullet casing with his logo engraved on it. He caught it and gave it a once over before scoffing and slamming it down on the table.

“Whoever used that killed Hector Ayala.” you said, forcing your voice to stay even, despite the onslaught of guilt and anger that flooded you when you talked of the White Tiger. “You’ve heard anything about him? Got cable down here?”

He scoffs under his breath. “For Christ’s sake. A bunch of bullshit fanboys, huh? That’s what you came all the way here for? Thought that fancy job of yours made you work late.”

There was malice in his tone and you couldn’t tell if he was baiting you or genuinely angry. Probably both. Although you had a hard time convincing yourself he cared these days.

“These people are tattooing that shit on their skin, Frank.” you said through gritted teeth. “They’re flashing it while beating innocent people. You planning on doing something about it?”

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, give me a break. What do you want me to do? Make a public statement? Run for mayor while I’m at it? It doesn’t matter what I do, those shitheads’ll believe what they wanna believe.”

“I want you to stop hiding down here.”

“For fuck’s sake.” he murmured, shaking his head like he was talking to a child. “I’m not hiding from shit.”

“You look like you haven’t slept in weeks. And you’re what—you’re just popping pills now?” The volume of your voice raised with each word. “Is this really how you wanna live?”

“As opposed to what?” he stood up, and the look in his eyes suggested you had pestered him past his breaking point. “You want me to come with you and do what?” he spit out, his words coated in venom. “You think you can make it better, ‘cause—‘cause why? ‘Cause I’d be with you?”

The silence that followed struck like lightning, a sharp inhale escaping from your throat as you instinctively stepped back. You felt traitorous tears rise behind your waterline and you turned around. It was a pathetic attempt to keep the upper hand, to pretend like his words didn’t hurt you. 

“Foggy’s gone.” you said, and you tried, God you tried to keep your words steady. To not let it crack like every other inch of you was. But you were exhausted too, and the break of your voice echoed off the walls.

“He’s—he’s dead. But you,” You whipped around to glare at Frank, jutting a finger at his chest. “You’re not. You’re still here, you’re alive, and you’re wasting it.“ 

His facade faltered, just the slightest bit. His eyebrows twitched, and out of the corner of your eye you saw his trigger finger jump. You knew you had gotten through to him, even if it was minuscule.

There was a time you would have found comfort in the fact that you could read him so well. Where you felt grateful to be able to know when he was upset, or mad, or grieving, because you could do something about it. You could take his hand and calm him down, press a kiss to the sharp wrinkles in his grimace. 

Now, it was just painful. A curse. You knew he was hurting, you knew he was raging, and there wasn’t a damn thing you could do about it. At some point you had lost that connection with him, and it haunted you. The ghost of what you once had was relentless, following you both in nightmares and waking.

The truth was you weren’t here to ask for his help. Not really. 

You were here because there was a small part of you that hoped he had regretted how it ended. That the ghost haunted him just the same, and if he could change it he would at least try.

You were very clearly wrong.

You slam an old receipt down on the table with your address and phone number scribbled across it.

“If you decide to get your head out of your ass anytime soon, let me know.“ you say sharply before turning on your heel and walking out the door.

[wonderlustwrites]

taking the day off

kelvin harrison jr x black!reader summary ; sometimes taking a much-needed break and spending the day with kelvin is all you want... word count ; 4.5k warnings ; none - sweet, teeth rotting fluff cause kelvin is THEE most adorable doting man that's ever done it! ; uhh a lil TINY BABY BIT suggestive but like lets be fr...not really lol ｢ author's note: this is not only PURELY self-indulgent...the entire idea was born from this post + the adorable behind the scenes tiktok kelv posted during mufasa era, so thank him for that ♡ ｣

The sun wakes you up first. Normally, the curtains block out the sun, but they weren't closed enough this morning. The extra heat on your face bothers you and causes you to turn over in your sleep, only you turn face-first into Kelvin's shoulder and chest. 

Groaning softly, you lightly push at him, attempting to lean further into him. So long as it blocks the sun out and you can keep feeling him against you, you're good, but it's still annoying. 

"Mmmm, Kelv…." You hear him groan softly, saying your name back, which causes you to smile sleepily against his shoulder. Then you remember why you're "mad". You bite his shoulder lightly and poke at his side. 

"You forgot to close the curtains last night again, stinky…" He turns to lie on his back, his arm finding your waist as he looks at the time on the nightstand. 

"M'sorry, baby…I'll make us breakfast this morning to make it up to you?" he says through a soft yawn. You pick your head up slightly at his words, bringing your hand up to one of his dreads. You twirl your finger around it, teasingly pulling against it twice, causing him to sleepily look your way with raised eyebrows and a faint smile.

"I want french toast, home-fries and scrambled eggs…" you say through your own playful glare at him. You look at each other for another moment or so, and he rolls his eyes jokingly and reaches over to steal a small kiss from you. 

"Okay…I think we can make that happen." he presses his forehead against yours as you nod softly with a smile tugging at your lips, and he gives you a quick kiss on your temple before stretching as he stands. Small things like this are very much his thing. He knows you aren't actually upset or anything, but if it can possibly get a smile out of you or make you happy, you can bet he will get it done.

You turn over in bed, rolling to his spot and laying on his pillow. He laughs lowly as he kisses your shoulder, arm, and cheek. 

"Do you have work today, pretty?" he asks, sitting on the edge of the bed near you as he checks his phone for any missed calls or messages. Groaning softly into the pillow, you shake your head, causing him to look back and rub a thumb against the edge of your hairline. The small action causes you to just barely fall back asleep until you hear him speak again. 

"Good, so that means you can get up with me then…" you groan softly into the pillow, shaking your head.

"Need. Sleep." you hear him laugh slightly as he just barely pulls the covers off you, and he coos at what he sees.

You feel his hand just barely graze your skin from your calf and up your leg to the back of your knee, upwards gliding his fingertips against your thigh, leaving goosebumps in their wake and causing you to shiver slightly with the cool air in the apartment.

His fingers leave you for just a moment, before he slightly lifts your (his) t-shirt that barely covers your ass and that causes you to slap his hand away.

"Kelvin! Stoppp being annoying and gooooo if you’re gonna make us breakfast please…" you say as you turn to face him. He laughs with a scrunched up face as his hand lays at his chest dramatically.

"Aye…ain’t my fault you got it alll on display over there…" rolling your eyes, you shoo him away with your right hand again as you lay your face back in the pillow, attempting to get a little more sleep.

Kelvin catches your hand and grasps at it, holding it to his chest and stroking your arm softly. From your fingers to your wrist, up your forearm, ending at your elbow and back down again. Despite him trying to be sweet, and it very much working, never failing to send warm butterflies to your stomach and shivers down your spine; nevertheless, it also makes you all the more sleepy as well, which is the exact opposite of what he wants.

"But babyyy, come on, you don’t have work, and I have a full day ahead of me. At least come downstairs while I make breakfast…" you pick your head up just slightly, seeing his little puppy dog eyes, lip poked out and all, and you can't help but grumble as you pull yourself out of bed with an annoyed groan.

Your reaction gets an earnest laugh from him as he throws some clothes on, and you snatch up a pair of his sweats, putting them on as you both head down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Once you got downstairs, he had just finished putting on a pot of coffee for you both. You watch him as he takes out everything he'll be cooking for the two of you while you take a seat at the kitchen island. 

"So what is on your agenda for today, Mr. Harrison, hm?" you ask, leaning on your arms as you stare at his back, part of you wanting to get up just to lean up against him, but you aren't sure how far you'll get before you fall on the floor‒

"…And when I woke up, the alien probing me started dancing with Beyoncé, and we both won the Nobel Peace Prize for killing a fish…" He says as he watches you nodding off against your arm on the island. He shakes his head with a fond smile, turning back to the stove and setting some butter in the pan. 

You don't even remember dozing off before you feel yourself falling, causing you to jump up slightly to catch yourself before sliding completely out of the chair. You wipe at your face slightly, yawning and stretching so you can stay awake and upright. 

"Yeah, yeah…that sounds amazing, baby. I love turtles too…" you say through your yawn, stretching your arms above your head, watching Kelvin's back as he flips another slice of French toast. He turns to you with an unimpressed face. 

"Girl, I- be quiet…" he says with a chuckle. When the sleep takes over, you both know damn for well listening is the LAST thing you are doing. He takes the slice out of the pan, setting a fresh one in and faces you, shaking his head as he cuts up some cooked potatoes for your home fries. 

The smell in the kitchen begins to wake you, a mixture of the sweet and cinnamon and the savory smell of the sauteing peppers and onions makes your stomach growl. You can't help but slide yourself out of your chair and slyly head around the other side of the table, snaking your arms around his waist and laying your face between his shoulder blades.

You hum in contentment, happy to feel him against you again, even if it is just for a moment; however, the small hum he makes and the way he leans himself into you lets you know it'll be a little longer than that.

Especially when your hands start to wander, finding themselves under his sleeveless shirt and against his sides and chest. Your palms feel against him for a few moments, letting your fingertips run just slightly under his belly button and against his hip bones.

You both feel and hear him shiver against you, saying your name softly into the air with just a hint of warning to it and that makes you giggle in satisfaction against him. You stop your teasing…for now. Keeping your hands in a safe place, lightly stroke against his stomach as you give him a small kiss to the back. 

"M'sorry, I'll be nice…and sorry for falling asleep…again. What're we doing today, bubba?"

He groans slightly at the loss of your hands against his skin as he turns off the stove, and he plates the last of breakfast while giving you a small once-over of what his day will look like. 

He makes you a quick plate, pours you some coffee, and cuts a piece of your French toast, holding up the fork to your mouth, and you happily open, welcoming the warm bread as you haven't eaten in hours. 

"Aht aht…where's my thank you?" he says softly as he pulls back the fork still full of food. You sigh defeated, laying your forehead against his chest.

"Thank you." you mumble into his chest. His laugh rumbles in his chest, making you smile, and he tsks at you. 

"What? Huh? I don't think I heard you correctly…" you pick up your face slightly, laying your chin against his chest with a slight scowl, causing nothing but the most pleased smirk on his face.

You "force" a smile on your face, knowing that seeing his own just makes you want to kiss him all the more. "Thank you so much baby for making us breakfast…You're so sweet and funny and sexy, and if I wasn't so tired, I would just li‒" he stuffs the fork in your mouth, not letting you finish your sentence as he rolls his eyes. He tries his best to ignore the tingle you always manage to give him by doing nothing, but especially when you get like this in the mornings. Being extra clingy and wanting him. 

"Just‒ eat. Eat the damn food woman…" he forces down his slight blush and smile as he feeds you and picks off your plate. You smile with a full mouth, enjoying the food, it's exactly what you needed to wake up. And, of course yummy looking, scruffy Kelvin in the morning. That always helps too. 

After you finish breakfast, he sips at his coffee sitting on the couch, tapping away at his laptop while you finish the dishes. Once you finish, you dry your hands and head over to Kelvin on the couch. Lightly throwing your arms around his chest, stroking softly at it as he answers some emails. 

He sets his coffee down on the table, humming softly in appreciation, reaching a hand up to stroke against your arm. "Mmm hello pretty, what's the matter?"

His actions and soft words warm your entire being, from the soles of your feet to the deep recesses of your mind, that are only really wrapped up in and on one thing: him.  You both have been a lot busier lately, Kelv with his upcoming movie and you more than ever at work; and as much as you enjoy your jobs, you've missed him so much more and who knows when you'll ever get another free day like this? So you set it in your mind that you will enjoy it as much as you possibly can, despite him having a full day of work ahead of him. 

You kiss the side of his temple, laying your face against his as you breathe softly for a moment, just enjoying the moment with him. 

"Nothing…nothing at all. Just missed you. But! Today, I shall be your shadow…so to speak." you say as you reluctantly separate yourself and find a seat next to him.

It's almost second nature as you sit, stretching to lean back against the armrest of the couch and watching as he sets his laptop aside, pulling your legs over his lap. The actions, though so simple, so small, and so subtle, still manage to grab a tender grin out of you. He strokes your leg as he lays his head back against the couch, looking at you with a playful smirk. 

"My shadow, you say? Hm, I like the sound of that…" you laugh with a playfully glare. 

"Mhmm, something told me you would…" you say aloud, nodding. He yawns softly as his laptop chirps. He doesn't want to, but he pulls his eyes away from you to see what the email was. You watch as he sighs and lays his head back, looking at you once again. 

"Seems like our day is starting sooner rather than later?"

He nods with a small pout to your question. And that…is more than enough for you. You pull yourself up abruptly from your cozy position and find yourself straddled comfortably on his lap; exactly where you belong. 

His hands find your waist, and your hands find his hairline and lay against his scalp respectively, softly grazing at it. He closes his eyes for a couple of minutes, enjoying the attention and affection he's been missing. 

"Well, since I am with you today, you simply lead, and I will follow…how long we got before the day starts?"

He clears his throat, running his fingers along your legs, as if he's playing piano; his idle way of letting you know that he's thinking. You give him a few moments of silence, and eventually, he opens his eyes, looking at you with a faint smile, sighing as he runs a hand along his face. 

"11am, and I still gotta shower and shave at least a little."

You kiss his forehead, leaning against his, and smile.

"Well, it’s only 9:35, so you have a little more time. You can go shower, change, and shave…only a little of this beautiful face, and you’ll be ready to go. It’s fine, we still got time." He shakes his head as he laughs a little at your words.

"Only a little huh?" You sit up, leaning back a little, and look at his face as you grab his chin lightly with your hand.

"Mhmm…you know I like the scruff, so you may only! Trim it…just a little…"

He leans forward, closing the space between you, laying his hands on your back and waist, and looks at you with a fond smile and warm eyes and you can’t help but feel all the love he holds for you.

"Yes ma’am…" he nods his head and you kiss him softly on the lips, slipping just barely out of his loose grip so he can get a move on for his day.

You pat against his leg, getting comfortable on the couch and stretching a bit.

"Now…go shower, no lingering…" You sport a playful glare. Knowing when he has things to do, if you give him an inch, he’ll take the mile to ensure he’s wholly distracted by you instead of doing what he’s supposed to.

He groans lightly and reluctantly gets up to start heading towards the bathroom, and once he gets towards the steps, you turn to watch him a little closer.

"And as much as I hate to see you leave, I sure do love to watch ya walk away, mMM!"

As he walks up the stairs, he playfully grumbles out

"I heard that, ya nasty…" causing you to laugh as you attempt to catch up on a bit of sleep as he gets ready for the day.

11AM - Accent Coaching + Line Read w/ Jack Fuller 

Kelvin comes back down after finishing his shower and shaving (only a little trim!) and is ready for the day more or less, and as he finds your sleeping form snoring your little life away, he can't help but smile fondly.

You are the only person he knows that can fall asleep at the drop of a hat, no matter WHERE you are either, that’s the most insane part of all for him. He shakes his head, grabs his laptop, and heads over to the kitchen island to set up his things.

He grabs a bottle of water and his script, leaving it near his laptop and heading back over to you. He stands above your sleeping frame, lightly stroking at your face, taking in how peaceful you look when you sleep. He bends down with a smile, saying your name softly and leaving a few pecks on your forehead.

"Prettyyy, my meetings starting soon. If you wanna sleep a little more, you can, but I don’t wanna disturb you."

The feeling of him touching and kissing you makes you wake up before anything else. As you let your eyes adjust, hearing him call you pretty makes you sleepily smile. He says it so often that it might as well be your name. You nod understanding as you sit up and yawn.

"No no, m'alive I promise…I need to get up anyways, gotta work on some stuff." You give yourself a moment more to wake up as he reads through his script, saying lines aloud, and you smile as you stand, grabbing your laptop and headphones so you can get a bit of work done. 

Just as you finish setting yourself up, and get comfortable, you hear him ask if you're good and you have everything.

You turn, nodding, "Yeah, I'm good, I'm okay…good luck." you call out in a sing-songy voice, giving him a wink.

You open up one of your long forgotten projects, attempting to get some writing done since it's still your day off as well. You put on your chill playlist and you manage to get into a nice groove, trying your best to at least get a little done, every once in a while you take small peaks at Kelvin, he seems like he's enjoying himself, you know the accent was something he was excited to try, but was fairly nervous about, as he wanted to sound as authentic as possible. 

After about an hour or two of writing, a few more peaks of Kelvin, you wanna know how it's going so you take your headphones off and listen in as you work a bit more; though, it's mostly you just listening to him and you can't help but laugh softly, he sounds good, great even. 

He is currently working on a scene where he meets a possible love interest, and after a few corrections, you hear him breathe heavily. He tries to keep it down, but with the small playing against his leg and the lightly clenched jaw, you can tell he's getting frustrated. 

You set your laptop aside, lying your headphones on the coffee table, and head over to him in the kitchen on your way to refill your water bottle. You let your hand graze against his back as you pass him., trying to give him a little touch to let him know you're here. Once you finish, you lay another hand on his back, giving a small greeting to his coach, Jack.

He smiles as you catch up, allowing Kelvin a moment to calm down and get out of his head for a bit. Kelvin's arm finds your waist as Jack catches you up on what they've been working on. You catch Kelvin's eye, and without speaking, he simply nods, knowing you really just wanted to check in. He gives you a small squeeze as Jack asks if you wouldn't mind helping out and reading for the new character. Kelvin gives you a small smile, and you shrug slightly. 

"Uhh, yeah, sure why not…I won't be as good as Kel, but I'll try!" He laughs as he points at the lines he needs you to read in his book. 

Once Jack gives you both the go-ahead, you begin.

"…I thought you said you didn't recognize me…" you look between him and the script, and as you finish your line, he sighs and looks you in the eyes. 

"Well. I lied. And I know it was dumb of me, but I needed to see you again…" Seeing him so in his mode, and you actually being a part of it, it's almost like you don't even know who he is; he completely becomes his character. 

They both clear their throat, and you come back to, looking down at his script, realizing it's your line next. 

"Oh! Sorry heh..uhm, okay. — No. There is nothing more to say…I leave tomorrow, so this'll be the last time you will ever see me. I made my choice."

You watch him closely, trying your best to follow his lead and stay as focused as you possibly can. 

He pauses at your words, almost looking offended, hurt even and it gives you pause, making your heart and chest feel heavy. You understand that you both are playing characters, but that doesn't break your heart any less upon seeing how hurt he looks.

Leaning forward, he puts a soft hand on your face, looking you deeply in the eyes, following each one as if it is its own entity and he commands all your attention. 

"I hurt you, I-I know this. But please…please. If you feel for me, anything at all, then you'd stay—"

He leans forward, kissing you with everything he could possibly muster in his heart and soul, and you feel it all. You feel everything. 

He gives you one last peck, opening his eyes as he slowly draws back slightly and strokes your cheek with his thumb. 

"Promise me you'll stay." 

You are completely dumbfounded and rendered speechless by the man in front of you. You can't even bring your eyes away from him to see what your next line is, and all you do is nod softly and thoughtlessly. You don't know what his character did, and frankly, you couldn't care less…you're staying. 

Hearing Jack's voice is what brings you back down to earth; you all but fall into Kelvin, and he kisses your forehead proudly as he listens to Jack's small notes, though otherwise, it is a completely flawless scene.

3PM - Monthly Fitting for Tom Ford + GOLF le FLEUR  w/ Stacey Irmac

As you and Kelvin arrive at the office, you’re excited, and he can practically feel you buzzing against the hand he holds.

He looks at you as he leads you to the main room they use for fittings, and you can’t help but smile at his confused but sweet face.

"You’re that excited about this? In all honesty, it’s not that interesting. I don’t want you to get your hopes up, and it’s boring the whole time."

You laugh softly, bumping him with your hip as he holds the door open for you.

"Even if it's the longest, most boring process ever, I don’t really care. Getting to hang with you for the day is so rare PLUS, I get to see you in a bunch of expensive ass clothes. I’d say win/win I don’t know…" you shrug as you find a spot on the couch, he introduces you to Stacey, his image consultant that works with his team from time to time, and you greet his stylist Aisha.

They jump in pretty quickly, not wasting time getting him out of his clothes and into new ones. Figuring where he could wear some of the pieces and if he’s comfortable in them.

You brought along your small camcorder, just wanting to have memories of today for yourself. You try to be as out of the way and inconspicuous as possible, filming small moments of them changing certain bottoms, jackets, sweaters, and even some jewelry. For each of the sets they like as a group, Kelvin gets some shots taken and it is added into his own little fashion portfolio.

Kelvin turns and sees when he can and makes faces at the camera, sending little winks and peace signs and even blowing you kisses. All that can be heard outside of the music playing overhead are your laughs and very much approving words with each outfit you like.

About almost 2 hours into the fitting, though you both are there for Kelvin, Stacey prompts you, asking if you would be open to trying something as she has a couple of pieces from a previous fitting that she needs a women to model, and after a little prodding by Aisha and Kelvin you agree.

She has you in a beautiful sheer gown with velvet running up and down the frame of the dress; it has complementary and pleasing cutouts that perfectly capture your figure. And the way the plum color sits against your brown skin is almost like it was made for you. You take a few shots with Kelvin in a simple sheer shirt that matches your dress and an elegant black suit jacket with embellishments on the cuffs and simple black slacks. It's such a perfect medium for you both, and in its own way, you both are the statement piece.

6PM - Weekly Check-in w/ Management Team

By the time you both get back home, you're both pretty exhausted. Thankfully, you expected this, so you picked up some dinner on the way home, so you both had one less thing to worry about. 

Since it's Friday, you know Kelv has his weekly call with his team about what his next week and sometimes even as far as what the next month will look like for him. You set your things down as he gets himself set up in the living room. You bring over his food and give him a small kiss on the head, hearing him hum in appreciation. 

"I'll be upstairs if you need me, ok?" he nods softly, and just before you walk off, he calls out to you again, laying his head back against the couch.

"One more, please…" at first, you look at him confused, and then you laugh, shaking your head as you head back over to the couch. You give him the softest kiss you can muster on his forehead, watching as he closes his eyes, relishing in the feeling of your lips against him.

"That all, Mr. Harrison?" You ask, leaning your arm against the couch. To which he nods and grins like a kid in a candy store. 

"Yep, I'm all goood now…" you laugh and make your way upstairs to your shared bedroom. 

"Thank you, by the way…I'm really happy you were able to hang out with me today."

You can't help but smile, you had such a great day with him as well. It's never a dull moment when you two are together, but getting to see Kelvin in his element and even getting to take part, you feel pretty damn lucky.

"Aww baby, thank you for letting me be a little fly on the wall with you today, hopefully, we can do it more. Not that I didn't know it, but your job's pretty fun…I like it." You give him a small wink as you head upstairs, and you hear him clear his throat dramatically, right as you reach the top step.

"MANNN, I SUREEE DO LOVE TO SEE YOU WALK AWAY TOO!!!! DAMN!"

You can't help but laugh, even snort, knowing the serious moment can't ever last too long with him. Your heart swells in your chest as you let yourself fall back on your bed, going over the day in your head again. The power that man has to put you in the best mood will never fail to put the biggest smile on your face, whether he tries or not. You are just happy to know you can make him feel even a fraction of how he makes you feel, especially doing something as small as just existing with him while he gets to be the star of the show. 

And it's the best damn show in the world, and you can bet you'll be in the front row everytime.

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Back to Me

PAIRING: idol!Jaehyun x militarygeneral!Reader

GENRE: smut, angst

SUMMARY: The youngest and first female military chief is embroiled in a dating scandal. While she isn't willing to put his rumored beau at risk, the man is a willing participant, only if she would allow him.

WARNINGS: overstimulation, Jaehyun has a bulge kink, pussy eating, it gets messy at the end there's mentions of blood and violence, my military terms for sure aren't accurate so please read with a grain of salt! <3

enjoy!

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Breaking News: South Korea's Youngest and First Female Military Intelligence Chief Finally Has a Beau?

Seoul, South Korea — In a surprising turn of events, South Korea's youngest and first female Military Intelligence Chief, General YN Park, who has captivated the nation with her unprecedented rise in the military, is reportedly no longer flying solo.

General YN, just 36 years old, broke multiple glass ceilings when she assumed the top position in South Korea's National Intelligence Service (NIS) last year. Known for her unparalleled strategic mind, her dedication to national security, and her stoic public persona, the news of her newfound relationship has caught everyone off guard.

Despite the intense scrutiny and pressure associated with her high-profile role, the General has managed to keep her private life out of the public eye until now. Rumors about a mystery beau have been swirling for weeks due to surfaced photos with a man whom other sources say to closely resemble NCT 127’s member, Jung Jaehyun.

Although no one has confirmed the identity of the man in the photos, some have pointed out that he appears to be familiar with the General’s close-knit circle.

"We’ve never seen General Park in this kind of casual setting before," said Han Min-seok, a military analyst and former intelligence officer. "It’s a rare glimpse into her personal life, and it’s sparked a lot of curiosity. Given her high profile and position, the idea of her having someone close to her is, frankly, surprising, and people are eager to know more."

Despite the media frenzy, neither the General’s office nor the Ministry of National Defense have issued any statements about the photos. Sources close to the General have been tight-lipped, and her team has refused to answer questions about her personal life. However, some insiders suggest that Park has always maintained a strict separation between her career and her personal matters.

For now, speculation remains rampant. Public reactions have been mixed, with some expressing support for the General’s right to a private life, while others are questioning the potential impact of her relationship—whatever its nature—on her leadership role. General Park’s legacy as a trailblazer for women in the military, particularly in her groundbreaking position, may be complicated if her personal life begins to overshadow her professional achievements.

One thing is certain: South Koreans are watching closely, and the mystery of General Park’s private life seems poised to captivate the nation in the days to come.

As the story develops, stay tuned for more updates on this intriguing, and increasingly personal, story.

—-----

After reading the news article, you gave the tablet back to your chief of staff. "I don't know what you want me to do about this, Yujin, but I have an audience with the President tonight."

Yujin looks at you incredulously. "Exactly my point. You don’t think he’s going to grill you on this?"

You sift through the mountain of files on your desk and let your eyes linger on the names of the people that kidnapped eight south-koreans, including the of the National Assembly’s current speaker, all in exchange for ransom and request for extradition of their Russian mafia leader. The case has been a real headache and you want nothing but to make sure you get everyone out of this chaos unscathed. 

"No, because we have a high profile kidnapping case to solve."

“You say that but the president has never missed an opportunity to inquire about your romantic stints! So can you please let me do my job and tell me if any of these are true?”

It was your turn to look at Yujin incredulously. "There's nothing. It was just dinner as friends."

"Are you sure? Because we're releasing a denial on this and you can't make me  retract this next month even if I have to resign!"

And just when you're about to answer Yujin, your cell phone goes off and her eyes go big at the name it displays. She snatches your phone before you can and answers it and puts it on speaker mode. "Speak." Yujin mouths.

You roll your eyes. "Jaehyun, Yujin is listening in."

"What the fuck, YN."

"Yujin, language." Jaehyun laughs from the other line while Yujin is seething.

You allow yourself to sit down. You also massage your temples because of how Yujin is acting at the whole thing. She’s always been efficient at being Chief of Staff ever since you took the position as Chief of Military Intelligence three years ago and while you love her persistence and attention to detail, you don’t like it when you’re the subject of it. 

"So I'm guessing you've read the articles."

"Jaehyun, are you two dating?!"

"Jae, don't mind Yujin, I already told her we aren’t and she's going to put that out."

"Wait! I wanted to talk to you about that."

"About what?"

"I was just thinking... I wouldn't mind if you said we were dating."

"What the fuck?"

"YN language."

You scoffed and blurted, "Jaehyun, we aren't dating."

You stand up from your seat and approach the window in your office overlooking the city. Your mind is racing at Jaehyun’s words mulling over what to do about it. You want to swat his soul out of his body for the irresponsibility of just saying whatever he wants. But then it’s Jaehyun, he really does say whatever he wants. 

—Beginning—

You recall how you two met. 6 years ago in New York, coming from a scalding session with your then superior, you went straight to a bar of the hotel where you were staying. You were there as part of an activity under South Korea and US’ visiting forces agreement and you had a blunder earlier that day for being provoked by a US Military Officer. You clearly let his provocation get to you so you got a good scolding from your superior. “You are above and better than that,” was what he repeatedly said. And although you’re already used to the heat of military work, you still need to blow off steam for your mental health. 

“One old fashioned.” 

You put your head down as you wait for the bartender to finish preparing your drink. You feel the shift on the seat next to you but you don’t put your head up. You’re too focused on blowing off steam. 

“Can I get a Whiskey?” At the same time the person next to you orders, your drink is ready. You lift your head to take a sip of your drink and you just stare off into space. No thoughts, just head empty.

“Ma’am?” You turn at the sound of your native language and see two pairs of innocent looking eyes stare at you expectantly. You knit your eyebrows and surveyed his whole face and decided he looked vaguely familiar to you. You can’t decide whether his face is familiar because he looks like a model for magazines or because you’ve already seen him somewhere. 

“I’m sorry, I’m Jaehyun and I’ve already done my military service in Korea. I sometimes see you at events and during our training. You’re 1st Lt. YN, ma’am.” That’s why he looks familiar. You probably crossed paths more than once. 

“It’s Captain now, but yeah, YN. Sorry, Jaehyun, is it?”

“Yes, Captain. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. I didn’t expect to cross paths with you here. Are you vacationing?” 

You’re wary about sharing too much information but for some reason, the way he talks, his body language, and the slight redness in his ears, puts you at ease. So you engage, a little bit.

“I’m here for work. You?”

“I’m also here for work. Would you mind if I joined you a bit longer?”

You stared at Jaehyun and noted that your instincts and senses aren’t on heightened alert like how it usually does in the presence of a stranger. You don’t sense a hint of malice in his presence and somehow he radiates a certain kind of warmth. How he does it, you don’t know but you decide to just humor yourself.

That night, when you decided it was time to rest, you realized you had a great time. Jaehyun was a conversationalist with a tinge of naughtiness just bubbling beneath the surface of his calm demeanor. You suppose he can’t show his full self yet. Not in front of his once superior, you get that. But even with his restraint, he managed to get more than a laugh or two out of you. Once or twice, his fingers brushed with yours. And more than thrice, you saw his line of sight align with your lips. Nothing escaped you.

If anything impressed you out of the whole exchange, it was him asking for your number. He rubbed the back of his neck while asking if he could get in touch with you sometimes when you’re back in South Korea. “Although of course, I don’t expect you to. You’re the busiest!” He added.

You wanted to give him credit. You’ve talked with many men that had their intentions laid down in the open and while you’re flattered by their respect and interest, no one ever dared to ask for your number when it was time to say goodbye. But Jaehyun did. So you don’t make it hard for him and gave him your number.

You bid your farewells but you remained in touch. You eventually discovered what he does for work and was even more impressed at his talent and charisma. Needless to say, both of you remained friends with all the benefits of it, including great sex.

And god, only thinking about sex with Jaehyun is enough to make your toes curl. He was a great person and an even better fuck. No one can make you cry and beg on your knees apart from him. So you never met anyone anymore. Only he can satisfy the itch you get every once in a while. Only he can make you submit wholeheartedly.

But despite all the passionate nights, never did it progress to something more. Especially not when you were appointed Chief of Military Intelligence three years after you met. There was a quiet acknowledgment that both your professions came first above all else. 

And for your part, you could never put his life at risk. You know you were pushing it when you selfishly chose to keep him in your life. To call him when you need a little reprieve from everything. Just the possibility of your enemies targeting Jaehyun for his connection with you is enough to send your stomach spinning. And your enemies are not few. With the bold decisions that had to be made for the safety of the nation, angry people are at your left and right. You vowed to never put the people you care for in a position of danger. Especially not Jaehyun.

You snapped back into reality and addressed Yujin. “Anyway, deny it. We’re not dating. I’m no longer discussing this.”

—One—

“Jaehyun and I are dating,” the way the words rolled off your tongue was more of a question rather than a statement. You chastised yourself because did you really have to end up using this card just to get what you want? In your defense, you’re backed against the wall with no other remedy but to appeal to emotion. 

“Come again? Are you two really?” The President is eyeing you very intensely trying to figure out if you were just bluffing. You did a quick look at Yujin and saw her mouth hanging open. “YN, if you’re making this up, you know I’ll see through your bluff,” he adds.

You stand up from where you’re seated, take the Whiskey you’ve been offered a while ago, and maintain eye contact with the President. If there’s anyone who’s best at bluffing, it better be you.

“Mr. President, I tell you I want to do this mission myself but you tell me you worry I won’t be back alive. I tell you I will and that not a single South Korean will die on that night, you tell me you needed assurance. And since my love for this country doesn’t seem enough to convince you that I have the willpower of a bull to pull this off, I’m telling you that I will be back because someone I love is waiting for me. And I can’t bear to disappoint that man.”

The President stares at you, studies you, and you know your sincerity came across. Of course you and Jaehyun aren’t dating. But there wasn’t a single lie on the things you said just now. It’s not normal for the Chief to be the person on the ground doing the mission. But this time, you weighed the risks and you can’t bear having someone else do it. The potential of dying leans more towards dying versus not dying. And while you trust your subordinates, this is something you have to take.

So you weren’t lying. It’s true that you can’t bear the thought of sadness and grief taking over Jaehyun’s handsome face. Not when you’ve never even talked about feelings. You’re going to make it back alive from that mission no matter what it takes.

“Okay,” the President sighs in defeat. “But I need a run down of the plan. I need my general back and make it so until your last limb.”

You gave the President a curt nod, “On my last fucking limb,” You gave a salute to the President and walked out of the conference room. Behind you is a quiet Yujin. 

“You’re mad,”

“Of course not. Why would I be mad? We just released an article denying everything about YOU and JAEHYUN dating only for you to confirm it before the President. That’s not something to be mad about.”

You stop in your tracks and turn to face your seething Chief of Staff, “This mission is the most important to me right now.” Yujin seems to soften at the sound of your gentle tone. “And so is going back alive because Jaehyun and I aren’t dating, yet. And I want us to.”

Yujin’s eyes go big at your revelation and she understandfully nods. “Now, let’s plan this mission good,” As you walk towards your office, you send a text message to the person who has no idea what he was pulled into.

Are you free tonight? 

—Two—

1 message 

Ma’am General: Are you free tonight?

Jaehyun smiles at your message knowing that the only reason you’re sending this is because you want to meet up. And he very much wants to, too. Before he gets to respond, he’s interrupted by Johnny, “You guys down for some drinks after practice?”

“Uh, I’ll pass.” And Johnny chuckles at his quick response, knowing full well why he’s not coming. He sees Doyoung whip his head in his direction. “Jaehyun, are you meeting YN again?! I swear to god, you just had articles about you today!”

He winces at Doyoung’s scolding. It’s mild to say that the management was pissed. They were blindsided, how could they not be pissed. They learned about his “closeness” with you through the news and if that wasn’t enough, an official statement was released confirming that the two of you are in fact not dating. Talk about a whiplash. So he’s not surprised why Doyoung is feeling so sensitive.

“Ya, hyung, give Jaehyun hyung a break,” Haechan butts in. “We’re kinda too grown for this now. I think Jaehyun hyung’s age is the right age to get into dating scandals.” The youngest one winks at his direction and Jaehyun laughs at his cheekiness. 

“Thanks Haechan, but I don’t mind. I did kinda blindside everyone. But Doyoung hyung, that should be General YN for all of us.”

Doyoung just sighs and continues with practicing choreo for the group’s upcoming tour. He’ll console the older member later when he’s less angry. He knows Doyoung is coming from good intentions but Jaehyun won’t dare comfort him while he’s in his feels.

“You know he’s just worried right?” Taeyong comes from behind him while fixing his shoes.

“Of course, dating scandals are never good for idols and their groups,” he replied knowingly.

“No, that’s not why,” Jaehyun turns to Taeyong, a bit confused. “The General? Never doubted you could pull a woman like that but shit, that’s some dangerous waters. You’re aware how many enemies she has, right? Especially with some controversial decisions she made, I bet there’s a long list of people targeting her.”

Jaehyun knew. Of course he did. But someone verbalizing it like this just sends a shiver down his spine. His stomach churns at the thought of powerful people  putting a big red target on your head. And what’s worse is he’s not in the most ideal position to ensure you’re always safe.

“So Doyoung is just worried because people close to the General also become targets by default and not because he thinks this is affecting the group. Besides, Haechan’s right, it's about time we got involved in dating scandals,” you snicker at the last bit.

Taeyong taps your shoulder and you’re left to your thoughts. But as how he has approached it ever since, he doesn’t dwell on it too much because nothing good is going to come out of that trail of thought.

Technically speaking, you and him aren’t dating. But Jaehyun knows its just a matter of communication. He’s confident where he stands in your life if your moans and late night calls are any indicator of it. But apart from those things, your subtle way of caring always touched his heart. And if that’s all you can give him, he’ll take it. 

When am I never? Should I pick you up?

Jaehyun sends you a reply and walks to where his stuff is to start fixing. He finishes packing and bids the team farewell, “See you tomorrow!”

He’s going to take a good shower before meeting you. By how this day went, he’s guessing you’re going to want to melt into a hug immediately and just the thought of it puts a smile on his face. No one knows that side of you. Not even Yujin who has been with you for the longest time since your early years in the military. Only he gets to witness the soft, whiny, and sweet side of the nation’s steelhearted General. 

Ma’am General calling…

“Ma’am? Something wrong?” Ma’am has become a pet name between the two of you. He loves how the endearment annoys you just a little bit. So when you respond without any snark, Jaehyun’s a bit worried.

“Nothing wrong. Just… I kinda can’t go anywhere without my security right now. Is it going to be a bother if you went to my place instead? I have something to tell you.”

“YN, of course not. I’m just going to take a shower and head straight to where you are. Also, are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yep. Just a lot of things. But I’ll tell you everything later,” you blow out a long frustrated sigh on the other line. “I’m gonna need a year’s worth of sleep after everything.”

“You need coffee, got it.”

“Shit, you’re good. That got me horny,” he chuckles and shakes his head. This is another side of you that has made him fall so hard. “See you in a bit, YN. I’ll be quick.”

—Three—

The door to your house opens and it reveals a very fresh, very newly showered, Jung Jaehyun. In his left hand is the coffee he promised you. While you want to jump him, you restrain yourself because you’re about to deliver him some news that will probably wipe the dimply-grin he has off his face.

“I want to hug you but I’m gross and you’re newly showered,” you’re slumped on your sofa and you look at the uniform you’re still wearing. Your boots are still on and your hair is for sure a mess after wearing your beret the whole day. You don’t even want to try and smell yourself. 

“You in your uniform never fail to give me a hard on, YN,” you scoff at the man who went straight to where your boots are to remove them from your feet. “You and your kinks,” you retorted.

You stare at Jaehyun who is currently untying the lace of your boots. He removes the left boot and the right and as he successfully removes both your socks, he massages your feet a little bit. Just enough to relax your soles. This man, who also must have had an equally exhausting day, went straight to give you a foot massage. 

“How does a hot bath sound?”

“To be honest, heavenly,” Jaehyun lifts his head to look at you, a small smile playing on his lips. “Let me prepare one for you.” You mumble a small and shy okay before Jaehyun stands and goes upstairs, probably to your room to prepare the warm bath. 

You fidget your toes as you wait for him to come back. These things that Jaehyun is doing for you are more than just fruits of friendship, you’re sure of it. But there’s an ongoing war in your mind that holds you back. You worry he’ll resent you one day for failing to protect him both from physical and emotional harm and you can’t live with the possibility. But you want him so much since the first night you met that it’s killing you inside.

“YN, think we can get you undressed while the tub is being filled with water.”

“Yeap, okay,” you start to get up but Jaehyun stops you. So you just look at him confused. “Let me take you up.” You don’t protest his proposition as he carries you like a child in his arms. He’s carried you way too many times already to be flustered at the gesture. Hell, his tongue even tasted every inch of your skin. But even as you convince yourself that it’s not a big deal, your face betrays you. And when Jaehyun looks at you, he notices the warmth spreading on your cheeks and all of a sudden, he feels warm, too. 

Jaehyun sets you down on the bed and goes to the bath probably to check if the tub’s been filled and the water is just right. Just a few moments and Jaehyun is back with you. He unbuttons your top and hangs it up in your dresser. He unzips and peels off your pants next until you’re only in your underwear. He gives you a nice kiss on the cheeks as he removes your bra. His hands trail to your hips and the lace of your panty is just between his fingers for a second too long before he pulls it down. And now you’re fully naked in front of him. You see the up and down of his throat but in the years you’ve known him, you know he absolutely won’t make a move unless he’s done making you comfortable.

Jaehyun carries you to the bath and settles you gently into the tub. You sigh at the contact of warm water, it’s like all the worries and stress  dissipate with the steam. Jaehyun puts some shampoo into your scalp scrubber and he starts massaging your head with it.

“That feels so good,” you groan with so much relief.

“So good you can relax?”

“Absolutely.”

There was comfortable silence afterwards. You just stare at Jaehyun and his busy hands cleaning your hair and then lathering soap on your body giving your tense muscles some good massage here and there. 

“I have to talk to you about something.”

“Of course, I’m listening,” he responds as he scoops some water in his hands to wash away some soap that got too close to your eye.

“I told the President we’re dating,” Jaehyun looks at you with parted lips.

“But you said -”

“I know, but,” you sigh before continuing, “something came up.”

“Hey, what’s up?” Jaehyun asks carefully, probably being cautious about not pressuring you into divulging details you can’t share, another thing that you appreciate about him the most. 

“There’s this mission we’re preparing for. And based on my assessment, I think it’s best for me to be personally involved in it,” Jaehyun slowly nods in understanding.

“But how does that relate to you telling the President that we’re dating? But just so you know, totally not mad about it. I like it, actually.” You roll your eyes at the cheeky smile that Jaehyun whipped up. And you flicked some water towards his face when he kept raising his eyebrows.

“The President thinks it's a dangerous mission and that he could lose his Chief from it. HE doesn’t believe my love for this country is a strong enough force to push my will to live and make sure I return safe, so,” you pause and look Jaehyun in the eye, “I told him, I’m dating you. That I will be back no matter what because someone I love is waiting for me and I can’t bear to disappoint that man.”

Somewhere along your sentence, you whispered a word or two, probably the part where you professed your love for him was a decibel more fit for your K9s at work.

Jaehyun cupped your right cheek, his thumb gently grazing over your cheekbones. With this, you’re forced to look at his eyes which held emotions you couldn't fully understand. There’s warmth, and love, and then worry, and overall softness to his gaze that makes you weak.

And then, his lips brushed yours—soft, tentative, as if the world itself might break if he moved too quickly. It was so gentle, almost hesitant, but it was everything. Very different from all the kisses you’ve shared so far. All the longing, all the moments they had both kept hidden, poured into that single, quiet kiss.

The kiss deepened, his tongue begging access to your mouth, and all of a sudden nothing mattered. Jaehyun’s lips were insistent now, as though he was trying to pour all the things he couldn’t say into this one perfect, imperfect moment. When he breaks the kiss, you’re panting.

“Wow,” you breathed out between Jaehyun’s quick pecks after that breath-taking kiss.

“So what I heard is that you’re about to go into a very dangerous mission that could potentially kill you,”

“What the hell -”

“And that you will be back because you love me.”

“Uh, yes. That’s what I said.”

“Fuck.”

“Excuse me?”

“Sorry. It’s just that my mind is on a marathon right now. I love you, too, you must have known that for -”

“You love me, too?”

“Come on, YN, you can’t honestly believe I’d stick this long if I didn’t love you. And really, bubble baths on a weekday at midnight? Love is the only explanation for my willingness. You’re telling me you really didn’t know?” Jaehyun exclaims with a hint of offense. But the truth is you’ve known about it for a very long time. In the quietness and the loudness of your friendship, you’ve known about his love for you ever since it started to bloom.

“No, I know…” you mumble.

“Good girl. So as I was saying,” he blows out a long sigh, “I love you so much, but I’m so fucking worried thinking about what you just shared.”

“Why? Don’t trust me?”

“Of course I do, you can deadass exterminate a whole mafia by yourself.”

“Good, so don’t worry because like I said, I don’t want to disappoint this man who’s waiting for me.” you said to pacify him before reaching out to him for another quick kiss.

“Mm, YN, you know how I think you’re the strongest person in the whole world. But this worry I have is something I can’t help. So while trusting you, I will also worry about you,” 

“Yeah, okay,” you answer quietly. You can’t help but agree because you feel the same. While you trust yourself to protect him from any and all pain at all costs, you also can’t help but worry you’re going to be the greatest heartache he’s ever going to have, whether it's your fault or fate’s.

“When is this mission happening?”

“In three days’ time.”

“Shit.” You look at his face and see that there’s a million thoughts racing inside his head. You caress his face hoping it would calm and comfort him little.

“Not too much time, huh?”

“Yeah,”

“We should start fucking to reach quota, then,” you laughed too hard at Jaehyun’s attempt to make things lighter. 

“I agree, you should get started.”

Without a beat, Jaehyun is carrying you out of the tub and onto the sink that had a towel laid down. 

“Gotta dry your hair first,” He takes another towel and starts patting your hair dry. “But not too dry, if you don’t mind because your confession got me hard so fast.” You giggle at his silliness and just let him do whatever.

When your hair is no longer dripping wet, he sets the towel aside and looks at you from head to toe. He takes a strand of your hair away from your face before settling his fingers on the side of your neck. 

“So pretty like this,” he peppers your neck with kisses, his lips travelling down south to your chest. His hands settle on your hips, “So pretty and all mine.” 

His kisses trail down to your breasts, then to your stomach, then just above your slit. He gives you one last hungry look before he gives your pussy one long lick and wraps his mouth around your clit. The warmth of his mouth makes you throw your head back. His right hand gives your hip a squeeze before he brings his fingers to your core, inserting two digits at once, giving you a delicious stretch. All the while his left hand is stationary on your hip, making sure you remain where he wants you to be. 

He curls his fingers to press on the sensitive spot inside you, “Fuck,” is your only response. Jaehyun is a starved man by the way he sucks at your bud. He’s desperate to taste and drink you up. By the way his mouth and fingers are going, you know he doesn’t have to wait any longer. 

Jaehyun moves his left hand to the inside of your thighs to spread your legs even wider, to give him more access. Jaehyun eats you out with more vigor and more speed in his fingers. You let your hands grip on his hair, your eyes rolling at the sinful feeling of his tongue and lips.

“J-Jae, please!” you scream as you feel your stomach tightening. Jaehyun knows you’re close, so he guides you into that orgasm by stuffing another finger inside of you. This does the trick. You moan his name as you come undone. He removes his fingers from your core only to use both his hands to spread you open so he can lick you dry and clean. You get sensitive from his continuous lapping so you try to push his head away from your core.

But Jaehyun is feral, “Not yet baby girl. Gonna make sure I get every last drop of you.”

And you know better than to argue. So you just let your hand rest on his shoulder as you allow him to drink you to his heart’s content. Once he’s done, you’ve become a panting, shaking mess. No strength in your legs and no single thought in your head.

“Thank you, baby. Shall we move to the bed?” you don’t answer and just wave your hands at him, signalling he can do whatever he wants. And Jaehyun is more than happy to oblige. He carries you and throws you on the bed with too much excitement.

“Jaehyun!”

“Sorry, baby, you got me all worked up.” Without another word, he dives to where you are. His mouth quickly found its way to your right nipple, his next target. His left hand massaging and toying with your other breast. Without stopping his ministrations, he uses his free hand to pull his shirt off his body. Only when he needed to pull it over his head did he let go of your nipple. As he does, he tosses his clothing to the side and removes his jeans revealing his familiar yet still always mouth-watering cock. Jaehyun is a sculpture from the gods. Not only is his face and physique perfect, but his cock is, too. He is both long and thick that you always feel the stretch for days after every heated session. 

The sight gets you excited that you get up on your knees.

“Baby girl wants to suck me? Pleasure me with that beautiful mouth of yours?” you nod as you move closer to him. You take his cock in your hands and play with the tip for a bit before taking him fully in your mouth. 

“Fucking hell,” Jaehyun groans, “Pretty general, taking me in so good.” This encourages you to take him deeper in your throat. The feeling makes Jaehyun knit his brows and grab your hair in his hands. He pulls your hair, sending a pleasurable pain to your scalp. He guides you to take him even deeper, making you gag in response. Some drool escapes from the side of your mouth and the intrusion in your throat makes your eyes tear up. 

Jaehyun wipes the drool on the side of  your lips, “Want to see you cry only for my cock.” Jaehyun takes control of the pace and fucks your mouth with so much passion. You put your hands on his thigh for support, but his length accomplishes the picture he wants to see. It’s always a welcome challenge blowing Jaehyun, but the deed always brings you to tears. And there’s something about your tears that riles Jaehyun up every time. 

Seeing you look up at him crying and obediently and willingly taking him in your mouth, sends Jaehyun over the edge. “Gonna take my load like a good girl?” You nod at him as he groans and takes a few more thrusts. You gently tap his thigh encouragingly to signal him to let go. Your encouragement seems to do the thing because one more thrust and his delicious cum fills the walls of your mouth, some coming out from both sides of your lips. But as you are a good girl, you swallow everything, and even lick his cock clean. If he wants to get every last drop of you, you feel the same, too. As you continue to lick him, Jaehyun lifts your chin with his finger. He dips down to kiss you, licking your lips in the process. “Don’t you think we’re done.”

“Wasn’t gonna,” you respond with a raspy voice and he smiles at you as he guides you back down the bed. His fingers ghost over your core. Sucking Jaehyun had you dripping wet. “Still wet and ready for me?”

“Always. Still hard and ready for me?”

“That goes without saying. Now spread those legs for me nicely, baby.”

You obey his command. Jaehyun situates himself between your legs and teases your entrance with the tip of his cock that is still very much hard and proud. It’s as if he didn’t cum just a few seconds ago. 

Jaehyun tries to be a patient man but the truth of the matter is that he can never be. Especially not when you look so beautiful with your hair spread out around you, your forehead glistening with some sweat, and your cheeks stained with fresh tears. So he stops holding back and bottoms out inside of you in one quick thrust. 

You shout his name at the sudden penetration. The stretch is an addicting kind of pain. 

“Sorry, baby, this pussy is driving me crazy. I’m gonna move now, yeah?” You nod at Jaehyun, eager to feel more of him. He thrusts out half way before ramming back inside of you. You feel his tip hit a spot inside of you that makes you arch your back. The friction of his length  against your walls as he continuously pounds into you is an exhilarating experience. 

Jaehyun brings his fingers to your core. Using his thumb and forefinger, he pinches your clit sending your mind into haywire. 

“W-Wait!” you try to plead your case. By the looks of it, Jaehyun isn’t cumming anytime soon yet. If he continues to play with you like this, he’ll draw out another orgasm from you and you don’t think you can hold out. But Jaehyun is relentless. He only raises an eyebrow at your failed attempt to beg.

“No waiting, baby. Be a good girl for me and take what I give you,” he warns in a low voice. Jaehyun takes one of your legs and puts it over his shoulder to reach a deeper spot inside of you. You whimper at the change of pace, your fingers scratching his back, your other hand gripping at his hair.

Jaehyun takes your hand that’s gripping his hair and puts it over the part of your stomach that bulges with his every thrust, “Look how good you’re taking me,” he praises. He presses your hand down on your bulging stomach, adding both pain and pleasure to your body.

You suck in some air. At this point you’re breathless. Nothing but sinful sounds come out of your mouth. Your moans become higher in pitch by the moment, calling out Jaehyun’s name as if it will pull him out of the trance he’s in. It doesn’t.

His fingers are back to work on your clit, abusing it, determined to make you climax one more time. And Jaehyun succeeds. A powerful wave hits you and you almost black out. You feel every part of you shake. There’s a ring in your ear brought by the ridiculous high. But as you predicted, Jaehyun isn’t done. He continues to savor the feeling of you convulsing around him.

“Jaehyun please, need you to cum,” you beg in between labored breaths. Jaehyun manhandles you to switch your positions. Now you’re on top of him but he’s the one moving your hips up and down his cock, using you as he pleases. The new position allows you to feel his fullness even more. 

“Wanna come with you on top, ma’am,” he declares. 

Jaehyun will be the death of you. He guides your hips up and down at a monstrous pace. For every movement, your clit brushes against his base and its maddening. He reaches out to grab your head for a kiss, “Gonna cum.”

“P-Please, fill me with your cum.”

And he did not have to be told again, with one more thrust, Jaehyun came undone inside of you. You feel the warmth of his seed spreading inside of you. You slump your head against his chest without moving your hips. You’re spent. 

Jaehyun caresses your hair and you feel him plant a kiss on top of your head.

“You’re a dream.”

You can’t find the energy to move so you just lay there motionless, Jaehyun’s cock still inside of you. Meanwhile, Jaehyun rubs your hips, giving it subtle massages, before slowly slipping out of you. He changes your position to let you lay down. He adjusts your pillows and when he’s certain you’re comfortable, he gets up to get a warm towelette. Gently, he wipes the inside of your thighs clean. 

All the while, your eyes are shut, too tired to open them up. But when you feel the bed shift beside you, you open your eyes to find a smiley Jaehyun staring at you.

“You have my heart, YN, so please come back to me.” 

You smiled at Jaehyun and reached out to cup his cheek, “I’ll be back.”

–Four–

The plan was to be a trojan horse. 

True to the validated tip your office has received through a trusted mole, the kidnappers plan to abduct additional personalities to elevate the power they hold in negotiations. The targets have been identified to be the Jung sisters, daughters of South Korea’s top real estate developer, and both college students at Yonsei University. 

The group behind the kidnappings planned to abduct the Jung sisters during their ride back home from school. And that’s where you and your partner, Lt. Gen. Jennie, came into play. Both of you took the place of the Jung sisters to infiltrate the devils’ quarters. 

Now you’re here, finally leading everyone out of the building they were trapped in for months. The execution of the rescue was almost perfect. Until it wasn’t. 

Once you were abducted, you created a map of the place in your mind. Even while being blindfolded, you focused on the bits of information you can gather without eyesight. Before your eyes were covered, you noted that each of the three kidnappers carried a pistol-type handgun. And as you entered an establishment, you counted your steps and remembered every turn you took. You amplified your senses and noted every change in smell, floor feel, and temperature. You’re at a disadvantage. Entering the criminals’ den without so much as a knife is a suicide mission, as Yujin said. But you swore on your neck nobody is going to die on your watch. Not even yourself.

Your mole said there were a total of 12 armed men in the establishment, each taking turns in guarding the main room and the exit and entrance points. The plan was to separate and then meet up.  Through this plan, you can confuse and eliminate more armed men before reaching the exit of the building. Jennie took 4 of the victims with her to take a different route going to the exit while you took the other 4. 

You finally reunited with Jennie and her group and confirmed that you’ve each wounded 5 people, leaving you with just 2 more active hurdles. 

“It’s going to be okay, we’re almost out of here,” you comfort the hysterical group. Everyone is afraid and desperate to go back to their families. 

But just when you’re almost out in the open, 4 armed men are closing in on you. Two were chasing you from behind, and two were coming from the front. You wanted to shout profanities because two additional unaccounted armed criminals are going to make it harder to complete the rescue of a group of scared individuals.  But you held yourself back realizing your panic will only make everyone else panic. 

You can’t afford to get closed in on. The odds of sustaining injuries and fatalities are going to shoot up, especially in the face of desperate malefactors.

“Jennie, run behind everyone and fire the flare signal once you’re all out!”

Jennie looks at you in horror as your instructions dawn on her. You’re basically asking her to leave you alone.

“Don’t fucking hesitate lieutenant! That’s an order!” 

“Y-Yes, ma’am! Everyone, follow me!”

Leaving you alone is the only choice. You’re going to hold the kidnappers off. As Jennie and the whole group continue to run, you stop on your tracks and face the angry men. You fire two shots, successfully wounding one of  them. You have to weaken them as much as you can. Even with years of experience fighting wars, your strength is no match against 4 towering men with guns in their hands. But your resolve is the best there is.

You disarm the first man that charges at you, twisting his arm behind his back, and hitting the part of his neck with the base of your gun. The force renders the man down and unconscious. The next person charges at you with a knife which you quickly take from him. You thrust the knife deep into his thigh and butt his head twice. Once with your own head and another with the gun in your hand. 

Someone grapples you from behind and you struggle out of his hold. You take the knife out from the former’s thigh and try to reach the next one using the blade, to no avail. The man creates sufficient space between the two of you as he takes out a dagger of his own. He charges at you but as you try to charge at him too, the other conscious kidnapper pulls your leg, rendering you flat on the ground. 

The other takes his chance and stabs your leg with the dagger. You scream in anguish as you kick the second man in the face with your better leg. You take a rock beside you and smash it to the side of his head. When you see him trying to reach out for a nearby gun, you smash his hand, too. 

With one last person conscious, you will yourself to stand up despite the burn on your leg. You drop your gun and pull the dagger from your leg. You decided the dagger is going to be the weapon that helps you end this madness. With obvious rage in his eyes, the man runs at you with closed fists. You examine him, he has no weapon but his hands.

Once he reaches you, he gains an advantage with his height. He grabs you by the hips and topples you to the ground. You groan in pain at the impact on the back of your head. He takes the same rock you held earlier and bashes it against your temple. He takes the dagger from your hand and aims it at your gut. The blade comes in contact with your skin until you feel the burn ripping through your flesh.

“Fuck!” 

You stop his hands but not fast enough to prevent a puncture. The blade continues to dig into you. You feel weak and your adrenaline is dissipating. Maybe it’s because of the comfort knowing that Jennie has brought the group to safety. She fired the flare sending the signal to the team on standby a few meters away  for rescue. Your mission is done and you’re sure you won’t immediately die from a slitted gut. You’ll bleed out for a few hours first, if this man on top of you won’t rampage and inflict several more stab wounds. But nonetheless, everyone’s safe. 

You have my heart, YN, so please come back to me.

“Jaehyun!” Shit, everyone’s safe except you. You promised not to disappoint the man. So with one last surge of strength, you butt his head with yours and push him away from you. He lets go of the dagger, leaving it in you. You know better than to pull it out so you run to one of his colleagues and search his body for another weapon you can use. And you weren’t disappointed. You find a pistol and aim it at your last enemy. 

He was charging at you and this was your last chance. So with Jaehyun’s words echoing in your thoughts, you pulled the trigger hitting the criminal right in the middle of his eyes. You don’t watch him crash down because you started coughing out some blood.

“General!”

From a near distance, you see some people running to you. You make out Jennie’s face as the one running in front. Your legs give up on you and you fall to the ground. But Jennie is already there to get you.

“General! Medic’s here, please stay awake!”

You signal Jennie to come closer to you to whisper your greatest concern at the moment. Jennie obliges and listens to what you have to say intently. You whispered what you had to say before the responders surrounded you and tended to you. You’re whisked away from Jennie’s arms and into the ambulance.

You see flashes of light and everything around you is in chaos. But you couldn’t care less. Not when Jaehyun was the last face in your mind as you blacked out.

–Final–

After 86 harrowing days in captivity, the eight individuals kidnapped by a Russian-led mafia syndicate have finally been reunited with their families, all thanks to the unwavering courage of General YN Park and Lt. General Jennie Kim, who bravely undertook the perilous mission alone.

National Assembly Speaker Minseok Kim has expressed profound gratitude toward General Park and her team, especially as he is reunited with his daughter, one of the victims in this case.

The surviving members of the syndicate have been handed over to the authorities for further investigation and due process.

However, General Park remains under care at Seoul National Hospital, where she is receiving treatment for serious injuries sustained during the mission. Prior to being transported to the hospital, the General was seen whispering something to Lt. General Kim. When asked about the General’s last words before receiving medical attention, Lt. General Kim revealed, “The General asked me to tell the doctor to minimize the scarring of her wounds—she has a beach trip planned next month.”

Jaehyun humorlessly laughs at the conclusion of the news. Only you can think about a beach trip while being in the face of death. 

However, despite the light hearted news, his legs take quick and huge strides to where your hospital room is. He didn’t bother taking the back entrance, the front entrance will bring him faster to you. He knows photos of him and news about the two of you will fill the papers and broadcasts tomorrow, but he didn’t care. His thoughts are fully on you. His heart is about to give up on him and all he wants is to see and hold  you. 

He reaches the floor where you are and as expected, it’s filled with security. You don’t see Yujin anywhere to help you get inside. But its okay, you gave him something that will get him to you.

“Woah, what’s this?”

“This is my seal. I’ve requested three of these from the bureau. The other two are with my parents and this one is for you. When you need me, you show this to any of my subordinates and they’ll bring me to you no matter what. Whether I’m in a meeting or in another country fighting a war, they’ll bring me to you. Use this any time.”

Jaehyun reaches out from his pocket and shows your seal to the first two soldiers guarding the area. Recognition dawns on their faces and they let him in. The others lead you to your room and as he opens the door, there you are lying down peacefully on the bed.

He walks to where you are and sits on the side of your bed. He takes your hand in his and gives it a longing kiss. He plays with your fingers and brushes some loose strands of your hair away from your face.

And as if you sense his presence, you slowly open your eyes. Jaehyun’s eyes widen at your consciousness and tries to get up to get a nurse. But you held on to his finger and whispered with all your strength, “I-I came back.”

You catch a glimpse of a tear rolling down his cheek before he plants a long chaste kiss on your lips, “Yes,” he chokes, “Yes,  you did, baby. Thank you for coming back to me.”

[lovemomhatepolice]

as a boyfriend - charles leclerc

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pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader

warnings: established relationship, mention of sex, slightly suggestive, English is my second language!

summary: how is he acting as your boyfriend?

more content: formula 1 masterlist, charles leclerc masterlist, as a boyfriend - lando norris

boyfriend!charles who takes you on a drive around Monaco, pointing at places from his childhood. “This is where I learned to drive. This is where we used to get ice cream.”

boyfriend!charles who opened up to you in a surprisingly quick time and trusted you on such sensitive issues as the death of his father or Jules, talking to you for long hours about how it affected him

boyfriend!charles who walks away when he’s too angry, not because he wants to leave, but because he doesn’t want to say something he’ll regret

boyfriend!charles who randomly picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, laughing as you shriek.

boyfriend!charles who smirks when he catches you staring at him shirtless, leaning in close to murmur, “Like what you see, mon amour?” [nswf]

boyfriend!charles who gets jealous when Leo chooses you over him, dramatically gasping, “Leo, I raised you. Traitor.”

boyfriend!charles who writes a song for you but gets too shy to tell you, so you find out when you overhear him humming your name in the melody.

boyfriend!charles who suddenly starts speaking in rapid French when he’s frustrated, leaving you confused but very entertained.

boyfriend!charles who surprises you with flowers, always choosing the ones he knows are your favorite. “Just because,” he says, shrugging with a shy smile.

boyfriend!charles who writes a song for you but gets too shy to tell you, so you find out when you see the title of the song (your initials and your relationship start date)

boyfriend!charles who makes you say exactly what you want before giving it to you, loving the way your voice trembles when you finally give in. [nswf]

boyfriend!charles who whispers “Marry me” against your lips, not as a joke, not as a passing thought—but because he means it.

boyfriend!charles who insists he's not a "soft boyfriend" but lets you paint his nails when you pout at him

boyfriend!charles who acts like he’s the strong, protective one, but is the first to climb onto your lap and rest his head on your shoulder when he’s exhausted

boyfriend!charles who already has names picked out for your future kids, shyly grinning when you ask him about it.

boyfriend!charles who takes years to reply to texts, but if you don’t answer in five minutes, he’s sending, “Are you mad at me?? 😭”

boyfriend!charles who adores seeing you with his mom, secretly taking pictures of you two laughing together because it means everything to him

boyfriend!charles who adores leaving marks on you, pressing kisses along your neck before murmuring, “Let them see. Let them know you’re mine." [nswf]

boyfriend!charles who holds your face so gently, his thumb tracing your cheek as he whispers, “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

boyfriend!charles who forces you to play Formula 1 simulator with him because he thinks that as his girlfriend you have to equal his level (he can't accept that you can do better than him)

A/N: please do not copy and translate my works! in case of any issues related to this - I invite you to discuss privately :)

short one, but i hope that you're like it! feedback always welcome <3

[alltheeya]

"Just one-OW!" | s.jy

genre: established relationship, fluff, crack, suggestive

word count: 1.9k

notes: this wasn't planned i swear but i just wanted to get it out lol it was funnier in my head, contains jake being a titty lover but it doesn't really go over to being smut , i also just realized that this is like perv jake part 2 lol

It all started with Jake mindlessly scrolling through his phone, a lazy arm draped around you as you two lounged on the bed. He was reading fan comments, his expression neutral until one particular thread caught his attention.

"Can we PLEASE get Jake shirtless for once? We know he’s been working out—just ONE glance at the abs, that’s all we ask 😩🙏"

Jake furrows his brows. Abs? He blinks, then, as if suddenly remembering, he tugs on the neck of his oversized shirt and peeks down at himself.

You, sitting beside him, immediately notices and tilts your head. "What are you doing?"

Jake ignores you, his lips pursing as he assesses his own body. Do I even have abs right now? He twists a little, peering down deeper into his shirt, looking for any sign of definition.

You squinted, your curiosity piqued. "Wait, wait, let me see."

Without hesitation, you lean over, slyly peeking down his shirt too.

Jake startles, looking at you in amusement. "Baby, do you wanna ask before invading my privacy?"

You raise a brow. "Privacy? Oh please, you're the one pulling at your shirt in the middle of our conversation—"

Then, before you can finish your sentence, Jake smirks. "Oh? You wanna peek?"

In one swift motion, he hooks a finger under the collar of your shirt.

Your eyes widen in horror. "YAH!"

"FAIR GAME, BABY!" Jake cackles, pulling slightly to peek, but you screech, swatting his hand away and curling into yourself protectively.

"You PERVERT!" you yell, face heating up as you clutches your shirt.

"YOU STARTED IT!" Jake fires back, still laughing, completely entertained by your flustered state.

You huff, crossing your arms. "You were literally checking yourself out first!"

"Yeah, because I was curious! But you? You just wanted to sneak a look at your boyfriend's hot bod." He smirks smugly, leaning back. "I get it, baby, I’m irresistible."

You throw a pillow at his face.

You glare at him, grabbing another pillow. "Tch, pervert."

Jake only smirks wider, clearly enjoying how flustered you are. “On second thought,” he hums, tapping his chin, “I’ve seen what they look like already since I’ve seen you naked before and damn, do they look fuckin’ gorgeo—”

THWACK.

Another pillow slams into his face, muffling the end of his sentence.

"HEY!" Jake exclaims, pushing the pillow off as you grab yet another one, ready to attack. "I was giving you a compliment!"

"SHUT UP, JAKE!" you shriek, throwing the next pillow at full force.

Jake barely dodges, laughing his ass off as he scrambles away. "I’m just saying how blessed you are and how I’m also blessed with the sight of your—OW!"

You had chucked yet another pillow at him, this time with more force. “YAH!” you exclaims, face burning. “Do you ever shut up?!”

Jake, still dying of laughter, shields himself with his arms. "Okay, okay! No more!" he wheezes, trying to catch his breath. But his mischievous smirk betrays him.

You narrows your eyes, suspicious. "You’re still thinking something stupid, aren’t you?"

Jake grins. "Noooo…"

She raises the pillow again.

"Okay, fine, YES—" Jake bolts up and runs, but you are right behind him, swinging the pillow like your life depends on it.

"IS IT EVER A CRIME FOR A GUY TO JUST WORSHIP HIS GIRLFRIEND FOR HAVING THE BODY OF A GODDESS?!" Jake yells dramatically as he dodges yet another pillow.

"YES!" You shriek, lunging at him with full force.

He barely has time to react before you tackle him onto the bed, straddling his waist as you smack him with the pillow repeatedly. “TAKE! THAT! BACK!”

Jake is howling with laughter, weakly trying to shield himself. "NEVER!"

"SIM JAEYUN, I SWEAR TO GOD—"

Before you can land another hit, he grabs your wrists, flipping them over so you're trapped underneath him. He smirks down at you, his face inches from yours. "Damn, baby, you’re aggressive."

You glare. "Let me go."

"Say you forgive me."

"No."

"Say I’m the best boyfriend ever."

"ABSOLUTELY NOT."

Jake pouts. "Then I guess we’re staying like this forever."

You groan, wiggling under him. "Fine. I forgive you. Now get off, you big oaf."

Jake grins victoriously but doesn’t move. "And the other part?"

She glares harder. "Don’t push your luck."

Jake easily pins both of your wrists above your head with just one hand, his strength making your stomach twist in anticipation—and maybe a little regret for starting this whole mess.

His gaze slowly drags down from your face to where he’s been most obsessed with today, eyes darkening with mischief.

"It’s calling out to me," he murmurs, fixated.

You gulp. " babe..."

"You started it, baby."

" Babe… no."

"One tiny peek?" Jake tilts his head, feigning innocence.

"No."

"One squeeze?"

"Only if you let me run my hands over your abs."

Jake pauses. His expression shifts as if he’s actually considering the offer.

Then, with a defeated sigh, he releases your wrists. "Deal."

You blinked. "Wait, really?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know you’ve been curious, baby." Jake smirks, tapping his stomach. "Go ahead, have your moment."

She immediately presses your hands against his torso, fingers spreading over the firm ridges of his abs. "Damn," you mutter under your breath. "You’ve been working out."

Jake chuckles, eyes glinting. "You like?"

You hum, still feeling around. "Mhm…"

Then, without warning, you pinches his waist.

"HEY—!" Jake jerks back, eyes wide as you erupt into laughter. "That was NOT part of the deal!"

"Oops~" you sing, giggling as you dodge the pillow he throws back at you.

"Baby~ my turn of the deal!" Jake grins as he lunges toward you, his long legs easily closing the distance between them.

"WAITWAITWAIT—" You squeal, scrambling off the bed and making a run for it. You dodge left, then right, but Jake is faster, effortlessly blocking your escape like a predator cornering its prey.

"You can’t escape me, baby~" He sing-songs, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

" Babe, let’s talk about this—"

"Nah, deal’s a deal."

You freeze, your breath hitching as Jake’s arms tighten around your waist, locking you in place. Your back is flush against his chest, and you can feel his low chuckle vibrating through you.

"Gotcha, baby~" he purrs, his lips dangerously close to your ear.

"Babe…" you warn, your voice already losing its strength.

"Hmm?" His grip tightens just slightly, his hands warm against your waist, fingers teasingly flexing. "What was that? You were saying something?"

You swallow. You can feel his hands inching up, moving so deliberately slow that it makes you squirm.

"Jake, no—"

"Jake, yes," he counters immediately, laughing when you whine in frustration. "A deal’s a deal, baby."

"I HATE YOU—"

"No, you don’t."

His fingers finally reach their destination, giving a gentle squeeze.

You yelp, your entire body jolting at the sensation.

"TCH—PERVERT!" you screeches, your face burning as you elbow him—hard.

"Oof—!" Jake staggers back, laughing through the pain as you escape his hold, whipping around to glare at him with a flustered pout.

"Was it worth it?!" you demand.

Jake grins, rubbing his ribs. "One hundred percent."

You huffs, watching Jake rub his ribs with that stupid smug grin still plastered on his face. Even though he totally deserved that elbow to the gut, a tiny pang of guilt tugs at you. Maybe—just maybe—you elbowed him a little too hard.

Still, a tiny pang of guilt creeps in. With a sigh, you step forward, grabbing his face gently between your hands.

"Baby," you murmurs, your thumbs softly brushing over his cheeks.

Jake blinks at you, momentarily caught off guard. "Huh?"

Before he can say anything else, You lean in and press a lingering kiss to his lips. It’s slow, warm—comforting, like an unspoken apology.

His hands instinctively find your waist, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss, completely forgetting whatever “pain” he was in before.

When you finally pull away, Jake’s lips chase after yours, whining slightly at the loss of contact. "Baby…"

When you pull back, your gaze flickers to where his hands rest at your sides. A mischievous idea pops into your head, and before you can second-guess yourself, you turn around, grab his wrists and—

guides them back to your chest, letting him cup you from behind.

Jake freezes.

"W-Wait, what—" His breath catches as he feels the familiar warmth of your soft curves beneath his palms.

Jake short-circuits. His mouth falls open, and for the first time in a while, he’s completely speechless. His hands instinctively give a tiny squeeze, and when he realizes what just happened—

"You like doing this, right?" you mumble, tilting your head. "Does this make you feel better?"

"Oh, my God," he breathes. "Baby, you’re the best girlfriend ever."

You snort, amused at how easily he crumbles. "Yeah, yeah. Happy now?"

"So happy." Jake grins, eyes locked at where his hands are. "You’re never allowed to elbow me again, okay? Just do this instead."

"Ok times up, you're touching too much” you swat his hands away.

Jake pouts dramatically as you swat his hands away. "Aw, come on! That was, like, two seconds!"

You raise a brow, crossing your arms. "Two seconds too long."

"Baby," he whines, attempting to sneak his hands back, but you smack them away again.

"Nope. Times up. You got your comfort, now behave."

Jake huffs, flopping onto the bed with a defeated sigh. "Can’t believe my own girlfriend is putting a time limit on my happiness."

You snorted, settling next to him. "Your happiness is too handsy."

"I just appreciate you, that’s all!" Jake grins, wiggling his eyebrows. "Like, really, really appreciate—"

You grab another pillow and smack him with it. "Go to sleep, pervert."

Jake just laughs, pulling you into his arms. "Fine, fine. But you owe me next time."

"In your dreams, Babe."

Jake grins, his voice mischievous. "Hopefully, they do appear in my dreams—free from their entrapment, all soft and perfect to the touch—"

He starts making squeezing motions in the air, eyes glazed over in fantasy.

SMACK!

"OW—OKAY, OKAY!" He clutches his arm where you hit him, wheezing through his laughter. "I WAS JUST SAYING!"

"Go. To. Sleep." You glare, pointing at him with the pillow like a threat.

Jake cackles. "Okay, okay! I’ll stop!"

"You better!" You glare, hugging a pillow to your chest like it’s your only defense against his nonsense.

But Jake, being Jake, just grins. "I mean, I was just saying—"

You grab another pillow and WHACK him again.

"OW! OKAY, I GET IT!" He laughs, shielding himself. "No more boob talk! No more boob talk!"

"Good." You huffs, finally lying down to get comfortable.

A few seconds of silence pass.

Then, from beside you—

"I’m just saying, baby..." Jake’s voice comes out softer, almost like he’s thinking out loud. "They look... really... really good."

With every pause, his gaze inevitably drifts downward again.

You grab his face, forcing him to look straight into your eyes. "SIM JAEYUN."

Jake gulps, his eyes flickering from yours to your lips—then inevitably drifting down again.

"YAH!" You shake him slightly, snapping him out of it.

"SORRY, SORRY!" He chuckles, hands raised in surrender. "But, baby, can you blame me? They just—"

You clamp a hand over his mouth. "Not. Another. Word."

Jake nods obediently, though his eyes still betray him.

"I see you looking—!"

"No, you don’t!" He blurts out, trying to look anywhere but there.

"I CAN FEEL YOUR GAZE, YOU MENACE!"

Jake laughs, finally giving in and pulling you into a hug, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Fine, fine. I’ll behave... for now."

"You better, or next time, I’m tying a blindfold around your eyes."

Jake smirks against your skin. "Kinky."

"OH MY GOD—"

[wintergrofyuri]

fuck it. talking about my brainrot for the past couple days. weeks honestly

cold/hero. as you may know im crazy about any hero ship. but this one in particular is just. i cant describe it man. i just love how cold teases him. i think hes very interested in how someone can be so noble and upright in a situation like this yet also sort of. cowardly. scares of ghosts, quick to suggest inaction, yet always wanting to do "the right thing". i imagine cold dissecting him like a little frog. also smth smth cold willing to do the things hero isnt. i sort of feel like if there Is a voice hierarchy cold is like. right below hero. like a right hand man. idk just my thoughts.

tower/needle. so. ok. two big women beating the shit out of each other. bats eyelashes. LIKE. ok. tower is this big commanding overwhelming presence. she thinks herself above flesh and bone. needle is All flesh and bone. big and overwhelming just like her, but physically rather than spiritually. tower talks and talks and talks, but all it takes is one punch to the face to get her to stumble. i think needle wld like the challenge of bringing her down a peg. they should make out sloppy style. covered in blood.

contrarian/opportunist. i think at a glance they're very similar. both doing whatever they want, kind of selfish, ykno. but. they have completely different motivations. contra feels trapped and like whatever he wants doesnt matter, so hes like. lashing out sort of. opportunist on the other hand, knows what hes doing. hes very intentional. like. UGH. this is getting messy. contra lets 'tunist hold him sideways and use his head like a battering ram is what im saying. is it toxic yaoi, do they fix each other.. who knows. its looney tunes yaoi.

paranoid/skeptic. i miss my wife tails.

witch/prisoner. chained dog stray cat yuri please god can anyone hear me. please its so dark.

burned/drowned. PLEASE GOD PLEASE. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

cheated/opportunist. day 35. i cant feel my body anymore. i look in the mirror and i dont recognize the person staring back at me. i dont know how long its been since ive last spoken to anyone. i fear the walls are closing in.

[pavedinashes-if]

hi sai! idk if you've answered it before, but i was wondering how the PiA world reacts to same-sex relationships and trans people. i know the content warnings sort of allude to potential negativity, but i was wondering if you could provide more details? for example how do the relationships with the ROs differ if they're same-sex vs. opposite sex, or how does a mlm relationship differ from wlw? is there any cool flavor text? or in regards to trans mcs, how are they treated by their family, and will being trans be an active part of their identity? so excited for the update!!

Hi Anon, thanks for the message. Yeah well.... since relationships are the most important part of the whole game...I will differentiate between different dynamics. This goes for relationships with the MC as much as for how the ROs present and act. Tho you should know that some ROs are acting more and other less different depending on their gender.

examples: Sparks is more or less similar no matter if male or female. Our lil redneck. Sam will show quite some big differences depending on whether they are M or F. Not all differences are visible in the beginning already but they will be there.

Regarding relationships... oh gurl [gn] tons of differences in flavour text. Oh god [f], I hope I don't promise too much lol, but to me— from what I have planned already, there's quite some differences...

Let's say...not everybody has had experiences with a same-sex relationship. Muahaha... I will def make differences. Yey yey — Here for it. I am open for suggestions tho at all times because just due to the sheer amount of possibilities some details or dynamics might slip, even if I wanted to have them in there in the first place, so please y'all, if you feel like I just missed adding something — LET ME KNOWW!!

Regarding Trans MC. Topic. Definitely. I hope I get the most important varieties because this is such a wide topic to meet as many identifications and representations as possible. But I try. I promise. It will have an influence on how MC sees themself, how intimate moments go and some more. Did I miss out on answering something??? Spoiler from the next demo: [Trans MC related]:

A slow, heavy breath escapes through your nose, the warmth briefly fogging against the mirror as your gaze lingers on your reflection. Your eyes drift, taking in every detail, every flaw—or lack thereof as you take a step back. *fake_choice [...some non-trans related choices...]

#You feel at home in your body. Finally. [[b]Trans[/b] – transitioned] *set trans 1 For the first time, you feel at home in your body. [i]Finally.[/i] There’s a quiet sense of relief. A certainty. The reflection staring back at you is [i]yours[/i], fully and completely. #You feel at peace with who you are. [[b]Trans[/b] - [i]not[/i] transitioned] *set trans 2 The reflection in the mirror is yours. Fully, completely. There’s nothing to fight, nothing to fix because there’s nothing wrong. You know who you are, and that knowledge is steady, unshaken by the expectations of anyone else. #A sense of disconnect—this isn’t you. [[b]Trans[/b] – [i]not[/i] transitioned] *set trans 2 A strange unease creeps in, a sense of disconnect—[i]this isn’t you[/i]. You recognise the shape in the mirror, but the familiarity feels forced, like an old habit rather than a truth. #The image in the mirror has always felt distant. But not for much longer.... [[b]Trans[/b] – [i]not[/i] transitioned] *set trans 2 The image in the mirror has always felt distant. [i]But not for much longer[/i]...You study yourself, detached. There’s an inevitability to it, a silent promise to yourself that [i]things will change[/i]. #You hate this body, you’re forced to live with. [[b]Trans[/b] – [i]not[/i] transitioned] *set trans 2 A bitter rage coils in your stomach. [i]You hate this body[/i], this reflection you’re forced to live with. Your fingers twitch at your sides. The frustration is thick, suffocating, settling in your gut like lead.

[comfysofti]

Hello forsaken fans of Tumblr!!!

Today i present you,,,

My take on killer 007n7(because i saw a lot of those going around) + killer Shedletsky!

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Lore for both below ^_^

Killer 007n7:

He's a failed experiment of The Spectre. A failed attempt to turn a survivor into a killer. 007n7 was a good option for this. His mind already constantly elsewhere, with other survivors pretty much not caring for him. Why the experiment failed is unclear. Whether it was from 007n7 resisting, or his exploits messing with the process, but instead of him being turned into a killer, another version of him, a killer version, quite literally, split out of him. The killer believes himself to be the original 007n7, thriving to kill "the faker"/"cheap mockery" to his existence(aka the actual 007n7). During rounds, killer 007n7, only targets 007n7, basically torturing him round after round, spewing venom and hatred on him with every wound inflicted. He swore that once he finds a way out of the loop of endless rounds, 007n7 will never find peace. Even after death

Killer Shedletsky:

He was consumed by the weight of his own emotions. Hatred(a part of 1x that never left him, gnawing and "corroding" him), shame and guilt. He lost his vision almost entirely, only seeing blobs of colour and light, after becoming a killer. With no recollection of other survivors, only having small snippets of memories in his mind, and in constant pain from the blades, connected, and growing out from his very bones, he often wanders aimlessly during rounds, trying to figure out where he is. He's passive when emotions aren't consuming him, barely feeling or expressing them. Although once his emotions overwhelm him, he will stop at nothing to destroy and kill everything and everyone in his way. That's the only way to get rid of the suffering they bring, even if temporary. Sometimes short, sometimes long, uncontrollable moment of raw emotions and violence in exchange for a small reprieve. Although the emotions bring him pain, sprouting new blades on his bones, they're temporary, like old feathers, but they still hurt and ache. He wants a break of hell others call "emotions"

If anyone has any questions regarding them, please let me know!!!

(someone on discord suggested i make killer versions of Builderman and Dusekkar as well, so I'll go start working on them as well,,,)

[inholover4l]

thanos x f/reader drabbles!

warnings: mentions of sex, drugs, drinking and driving.

a/n: this is my first ever post and first attempt at writing so please give me any constructive criticism if you have any!!

stay in tonight? ༉‧₊˚.

being thanos’s girlfriend means being dragged out till almost 4am every weekend, unless you can manage to beg your way out of it and convince him to stay home instead - usually by means of sex. sometimes he’ll try to coax you out. “come on, all my friends are waiting for me, baby,” he’d protest, taking another hit of his vape before puffing out a well practiced smoke ring. “it’ll just be for a few hours…” he nuzzles his nose against your neck. 

“i’m tired!”

you’d whine, snugging closer to his chest, hoping the overwhelming warmth of your body heat combined might make him too comfortable to leave. 

“i tired you out, huh?” he quipped, a cocky smirk forming on his face, raising a brow suggestively as he took yet another hit. he exhaled slowly, the sickeningly sweet cherry flavour flooding your nostrils, making your nose twitch slightly. you decided to play into it, feeding his ego with a pouty nod, fluttering your eyelashes at him.

“please stay. i’ll make it worth your time.”

you’d convince, letting your hand rest on his lower abdomen, stroking at his happy trail lightly.

he grinned, glancing at you and then behind his shoulder, over at his phone on the bedside table. he mussed up his bright purple hair a little aggressively, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully before nodding.

“bet,” he’d hum, reaching over with a grunt and pressing on a message before his fingers began to tap out a text to his friends, rainbow coloured nails moving rapidly before he flung his phone back carelessly. he spread his thighs apart and flashed you a cheeky grin, before leaning his back against the headboard expectantly, abs poking against his skin as he got comfortable.

“well?”

biggest influence! ༉‧₊˚.

sure, maybe dating thanos had made your quality of life deteriorate slightly but sometimes you preferred it. you felt like a funner person at times. at first he’d made you feel like a total prude for refusing to smoke or do something crazy like get a tattoo in the middle of the night. he’d slowly corrupted you. 

you were quite the pair. most of the people in your apartment complex absolutely hated him, or rather the both of you. one day they’d have to deal with hearing you both scream at the top of your lungs at each other, often kicking each other out. the other days they’d have to overhear all sorts of nasty stuff, most often you screaming his name out as he pounded into you after an argument. 

he was your biggest influence now. you’d even dyed your hair a couple of weeks ago, a pale pink to match his bright purple. he’d loved it. “now you really look like thanos’s girl, huh?” he’d tease you, running his hand through your hair. he adored it but he didn’t know if it was because the colour just looked incredibly hot on you or it showed him how deep your devotion to him was. it was probably both. 

now, you were at the gas station, picking out snacks as he tended to his car. you had a lolly in your hand as you picked up a beer for him and headed to the till, smiling at the cashier, a guy of around 20 or so, who was sort of dorky but kind of cute. 

you smiled and made a little small talk as he rung the items up, nodding at your every word. he looked as though he was practically creaming himself at the sight of you in your tiny black mini skirt and barely there top. 

when you walked back out , thanos was standing by your door and opened it for you, taking the beer and eyeing your figure as he placed the bottle at his lips, unscrewing it with his teeth. he spat the lid out before walking back over to his seat. 

you took a few licks of your lolly, letting out a little happy “mhm” at the nostalgic taste of the bright red candy as he lit up one of his pre-rolled blunts, propping it up between his lips.

you’d help him out, whenever he let out a little “babe” and gestured over to his beer bottle. you leaned over the centre console, taking the blunt out of his mouth and holding it in one as the other hand reached over to hand him his beer as he swerved recklessly.

this was your idea of a perfect lifestyle. one that your parents would surely lecture you over the next time you came home with “that purple haired freak” as your father liked to call him.

[forestclan-clangen]

For the ask game, ✍️, 🔄 and❔?

✍️ What inspired you to make your clangen comic/ other media?

I was inspired mostly by cool Clangen blogs like @rippleclan and @mourningsbane, and I REALLY wanted to get back into writing after not writing at all for many years. I was out of practice and thought, hey, Clangen could be cool inspiration. THEN it was around Halloween season, so I wondered if there were any horror mods. And there was! The Woods. And THEN...the tagline was "Feed The Woods". And then I realized. "Wait. Isn't that something said in Gemini Home Entertainment once. Oh. Ohhoho wait, wait, IDEA. BIG IDEA. CATS IN MOONLIGHT ACRES. Nobody's done THAT before I think. Yep, tossing Woodcrawlers at the cats". And then I did it.

🔄Do you let clangen fully control names, or do you interfere? Where do you get inspiration for names for warriors and kittypets?

Mostly I let Clangen do its thing! If I find a name is REALLY silly or out of place I'll change the suffix, but typically I leave prefixes alone, except for in like, two circumstances. Same thing for the loners/kittypets! I let them keep their names unless it's something REALLY goofy, like First Generation iPod.

❔Do you have any suggestions for people looking to start their own clangen blogs?

Oh man look I could go on and on for hours on this, but look, at the end of the day, three core things I can recommend:

Be mindful of your energy spoons and commit to how much effort you're willing to spend. I am NOT a good visual artist. A comic would kill me immediately because it's a LOT of hard work for me. That's why when I saw RippleClan's style of spritework, I had an epiphany: that was REALLY doable and a lot simpler. Guys, PLEASE do more stuff with sprites if you struggle with art. RippleClan and I have proven that you can do it!

Do not follow ClanGen's prompts 100% of the time, and for the love of god, don't be afraid to reset moons. Look, I know that's controversial, but sometimes it's okay to dig for a good story. Also, connect new outsider cats to Clan cats, and to one another sometimes. Riversnow and Barleywave in-game had zero correlation to each other. I MADE them be related to each other, because there WAS a missing gap: who was Warblerkit's mom? Is she okay out in these woods? Good question! That mom is now Riversnow, I'm now making it my job as the storyteller to see how they bond, if at all. My first outside, Lucifer, had long grey fur and was old enough to be Windfur's dad...so I made him Windfur's dad. Make things up!

You are writing/drawing fanfiction about battle cats please BE CRINGE. Please DO shove your special interests into your battle cats fanfic. Like, I literally said "haha what if I tossed cats into a pre-existing analog horror series". And then I did. NONE of the monsters in this blog are unique, they're all created by someone else. I was also inspired by Darkest Dungeon, a video game, and the lore about the "gentle camp ringed in spears"? Destiny 2. YEAH, I KNOW. I will keep fuckin doing it because it's a guilty pleasure and I have fun. I'm not making money out of this, so like...why not, right?

[callmemana]

Captain’s Bet:

Quinn Hughes x Amanda ‘Trouble’ Hamilton

Summary: Quinn broke up with his girlfriend and to get him back on the saddle, Brock and Lizzie try to set him up with Brock’s childhood best friend, who’s known for being trouble thinking that maybe some chaos in Quinn’s life will help him get over his ex. The friendship starts a little rocky, but eventually the fine line of love and hate is crossed when they make a secret bet between the two to get their friends off their backs about dating and trying to change Trouble’s view on love.

Warnings: mentions of cheating, bad past relationships, accusations of being a slut (male/female- we do NOT slut shame here), relationship started as a bet, messy break up, unhealthy coping mechanisms, cursing, suggestive comments and scenes. 

A/N 1: heart breaker oc, I will NOT write smut. Inaccurate hockey descriptions (I’m trying, I’m still new to the hockey world)

A/N 2: if you don’t like this fic, I don’t really give a fuck. This is for myself and I won’t be bullied or whatever by some anonymous asshole. If you got something to say, say it with your chest.

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Word count: 3k+

I sat in my car with the music loud and coffee half drank in my hand as I head banged to the divorce dad rock in my hoodie and tights.

My strawberry blonde hair was in a messy bun, made worse with the aggressive movements and my coke bottle glasses threatened to fly off my face every time I moved.

I didn’t look my best, but what do you expect on a Saturday morning when I was supposed to be asleep until almost noon and watch cartoons cuddled up under a blanket with my dog.

I’m not known for being a morning person, I've never been one and most likely never will be.

Honestly if I didn’t love Brock and his wife as much as I did, I probably would’ve told him to shove off if they asked me to be up before the ass-crack of dawn.

Mimi, my brown mini goldendoodle, sat in my passenger seat looking out the window and lightly panting from the excitement of seeing her ‘best friend.’

As the Metallica song faded out and the next song began, there was a knock on the glass on my opposite side. At first I didn’t recognize the man, so I ignored him.

He knocked again, harder and more urgently, gaining my attention. The brunett leaned against the sill, casually and slightly irritated.

I rolled my eyes as I lowered my music and rolled down the window on Mimi’s side just enough for my voice to be heard.

The brunett ran his hand through his shaggy hair frustratedly, the action making his dark wet curls fall in his face.

“Sorry, my parents told me not to talk to strangers,” I shrugged.

He rolled his eyes, “I’m not a stranger. Are you Brock’s friend, the one who’s supposed to pick us up today?”

“I might be, but I’m not telling someone I’ve never met before if I am or not.”

“Boes said that a woman in a burnt orange Honda would be here for us. I’m gonna assume that’s you?”

“Like I said, I’m not telling a stranger if I know Brock or not.”

I looked him up and down, there was no denying that he was far from being ‘just some rando off the side of the street.’

He had the build of a hockey player and had a ‘Canuck’s’ duffle bag similar to Brock’s.

“What if I introduced myself? Then I’m not a stranger anymore.”

“True, but I still wouldn’t know you enough to tell you anything.”

He groaned, “Dammit woman, please just let me in your car, it’s chilly out here.”

“Sorry, Captain, can’t do that. Plus I don’t have any candy to offer you to get inside my car.”

“It’s not like you're kidnapping me, I’m willingly getting into your car.”

“See, that’s how it starts, people willingly getting into strangers' cars. Next thing you know there’s an alert out for you and I’m hunted down by the police.”

“Wait, did you call me ‘Captain’? So you do know who I am!”

“I call everyone Captain, don’t feel special.” I rolled my eyes with a smirk.

Before he could call my bullshit, I looked him straight in the eyes and waved as I rolled up the window cutting his response off.

The man knocked on the glass a couple times, spewing curses as his ears started to flush pink in frustration or the weather, could be both.

I took that as my cue to roll the window down again, the same length as before.

“Yes, Captain?” I gave a half-assed two finger salute with a shit-eating grin.

“I think I’ve figured out your little game, you do know who I am but are playing the dumb blonde card.”

Quinn leans into the door frame, a smirk on his lips and a sparkle of mischief in his hazel eyes.

“Whatever do you mean? I've never met you a day in my life. How could I know who you are?”

“Cut the shit, you know I’m one of Brock’s teammates.”

“Wow, do you really think that when Brock and I hang out we talk about hockey? ‘Cause newsflash captain, we don’t.”

“There you go using ‘Captain’ again. Are you sure you don’t talk about the team when you're with Boes?”

I rolled my eyes, “Wow, egotistical much? You must think you’re hot shit if you think that all of our conversations are about you and the team.”

“But you do, I can see it in your eyes. Brock’s told you about me. What’s my nickname then?”

I shrug, brows popped, “I might’ve heard about some guy on his team that you so happen to look like. Not saying you are this ‘Huggy Bear’ guy, but you could be, I guess.”

“Don’t act like you don’t know me even a little bit, I can see it in your eyes. Brock’s told you about me,” he boasts with a smirk on his lips.

I tip my head from left to right, squinting my eyes and nose scrunched in concentration. I stroke my imaginary beard as I look at him.

Of course I know who’s standing right outside my passenger side door, you’d have to be living under a rock not to.

But it seems that the young defensemen might need an ego check, one that I’m more than happy to provide.

Mimi lets out a playful bark, panting as she puts her paws on the window as if to say, ‘haha, I’m in the car and you’re not!’

The window switch is calling my name to use and who am I to deny it, especially when the opportunity is too good to pass up.

The window starts to slowly roll up again as he starts to reply. A lop-sided grin on my lips as I sip my coffee loudly.

“You guess?” Quinn popped his brows and ran a hand through his hair again, the curls falling every which way.

It’s damp at best now, the shorter pieces dry and starting to fluff. The weather probably isn’t helping either, the wind blowing the brunet curls all around and messing it up more.

The glass is almost to the top now, maybe a centimeter or two before it touches the sill. I stop the movement just long enough to antagonize him one more time.

I give him a non-committal sound, shrug my shoulders and adjust my glasses again, “Maybe. You know I’ve only seen ‘Huggy Bear’ in photos, and he’s blurry most of the time.”

The window is closed and Quinn groans before starting to knock again. I take a sip of my coffee, making an exaggerated sigh, and turn up my music again.

My phone lights up from a message from Brock I pick it up and text him back, then turn my phone off.

Broccoli: Quinn should be outside and looking for you.

Trouble: 🤙🏻

Quinn has his head leaned against my car, face down and eyes closed. A smirk finds its way to my features as I form a plan in my head.

Will this get a lecture from Brock, most likely, but will it be fun and worth it? Absolutely!

I wait until Brock and his other blond friend are coming out of the building before honking the horn and waving through the window to show the others where I was.

Quinn, who wasn’t expecting the loud noise, jumped and fell to the ground. Brock and Elias leisurely made their way to us as they laughed.

I smirked at the annoyed face the brunett wore as he got up. A scowl now took over and a glint of anger in his eyes.

Once Brock had made it to my car, I turned the music off and rolled the window all the way down.

He takes Quinn’s empty spot on the door as the brunet tries to open the backdoor to get in. I was so distracted while talking with my friend that I forgot to unlock it.

Elias is stood near the back, waiting for the trunk to open as Brock and Quinn hand over their gym bags so he can put them inside.

He closes the door and makes his way to the passenger side, patiently waiting, unlike his friend.

I quickly press the button and the doors open as the boys get in the back before they close them again.

Brock stays outside to chat for a few more minutes before he gets in too, adjusting the seat to accommodate his height.

Mimi gives Brock a couple of puppy kisses before being told to get in the back.

The Captain grumbles as he situates himself now with the dog taking up the extra space and excitedly giving Elias and him kisses too.

Mimi calms down and stretches out on the seats, invading their personal space.

Elias laughs at his uncomfortable position, causing Brock and me to join in when we look back from the rearview mirror.

“I’m pretty sure you gave my boy a heart attack with that little prank Trouble.” Brock joked, a smirk on his features and a mischievous sparkle in his eyes that matched mine.

“I had to make sure he’s awake enough for practice, you guys can’t just arrive tired and sluggish now can you?”

“Trouble, you know how to keep people on their toes!”

I let out a full belly laugh, turns up the Nirvana song playing through the sound system and took off.

The ride back to Brock’s was chaotic to say the least, but when it’s my car you should’ve known what was gonna happen when you stepped inside.

The music had been turned down to a single digit, to please the princess Quinnifer, and talk about pretty much anything that came to mind.

Once I pulled into Brock’s driveway, the boys all said their thank yous and goodbyes.

Boes stayed for a little bit after while the other two men grabbed their duffles and went inside, most likely to eat what Lizzie had made for breakfast.

“So, what do you think?”

I popped a brow, “About what? Am I missing something here, are you trying to be a girl and see if I noticed anything new about you?”

Brock laughs, “No, Trouble, about Quinn?”

I rolled my eyes, “He’s ok I guess. Why does it matter what I think?”

It was his turn to roll his eyes, “‘Cause I was thinking about setting you two up, you’d look cute together and Lizzie agrees.”

“Brock, I don’t need a knight in shining whatever. No one’s gonna change my mind on love. He seems nice, sweet even, but I don’t wanna break his heart when it doesn’t work out.”

“Trouble, I’m not saying that he’ll change it. I’m just saying that maybe he could be good for you. And he’s always grumpy, I think he needs more chaos in his life.”

“Listen Brock, I appreciate the thought, I do, but I’m not looking and by the way he’s been lately from what you tell me, he just got outta a bad breakup. He needs time to heal, and I’m not that kinda girl.”

He sighs, but nods, “Yeah, I knew it was a long-run, but thought I’d try at least you know? Maybe if you got to know him better?”

I reached over the middle console to hold his hand that’s hanging off the door inside as he leaned out of the car.

“Brock, honey, I don’t think he’d wanna be my friend. He’s more of a quiet soul, he needs someone who’s gonna match his vibes. And I’m not that, we both know how I am.”

“Yeah, yeah. I hear ya. But don’t cry when in a couple of months I tell you I told you so!”

He smirks, taps the roof of my car twice, then walks backwards with his middle fingers up in a friendly goodbye.

I laugh, lazily showing my own middle fingers then back out of the driveway.

I turn up my music to double digits and start my way home.

A text from Brock popped up about halfway through his neighbor. The Bluetooth reads it off for me as I drive.

Broccoli: Drive safe Trouble!

Trouble: I’m always safe! 🖕🏻💛

Once home, I let Mimi out to go potty, then went inside to warm up under some blankets with hot chocolate, cuddles on the couch with my girl, and watched cartoons.

The warm drink and the noises from the tv must’ve lulled me to sleep because the next time I opened my eyes it was about midday and Mimi was whining about going outside again.

I hurried to get ready to go outside again, grabbing all I would need and Mimi’s leash, attaching it to her magenta color.

We rode the elevator down, passed the front doors, and went to the front lawn of my apartment building.

Mimi sniffs for a little bit before finally picking a spot to use to do her business.

I gave her a treat and let her play outside for a little bit before I was too cold and had to go in.

When we got back into our apartment, I realized that I had left my phone inside and forgot where I put it.

I looked everywhere I had been since I came home, but no dice. I double and triple checked the places before finding it sitting perfectly fine on the coffee table.

I groan, of course it’d be in plain sight.

I turn it on, and see that in the half hour I was outside with Mimi that Brock, Lizzie, and Raven had sent texts.

Lizzie: Brock said that you don’t like Huggy! Wtf?! He’s so your type babe!

Broccoli: I’m assuming that you didn’t die on your way home with the lack of ‘I’m home safe and sound’ and no calls from the police.

Tiny: can we FaceTime? Got big news!!

I replied to each, giving Brock a sassy comment more than anything.

It wasn’t long before Ray’s contact requested a facetime call, I accepted it quickly and got comfortable on my couch again.

The phone rang twice before Ray’s camera showed her and Willy. I smiled and waved, “Well hello gorgeous! Hi Willy!”

“Hi Trouble!” The couple replied in unison. It was gross just how cute they were sometimes.

“So, what’s the big news?!”

“We’re moving in together!”

I screamed, probably annoying my neighbors in the act, but I don’t really care.

“No way! Are you gonna pick which house to live in or a new start?”

Raven blushed, “I’m moving into Willy’s apartment. We’ve just gotta start packing everything and the moving truck should be able to hold all my things.”

“This is exciting!! If y’all need any help don’t hesitate to ask, okay? ‘Cause you know I’ll drop everything and come to Toronto!”

Ray laughs, “Yeah, we know. But that’s too much to ask.”

“But, when we get Ray settled in, if you wouldn’t mind coming for a housewarming party that’d be great!”

“Of course I’ll be there!! I get to see my favorite gal pal!”

“Aren’t you missing someone Trouble,” Willy popped a brow and smirked.

“And her boyfriend.” I mumbled, jokingly as I rolled my eyes.

“C’mon, don’t act like you're not our biggest supporter! You even threatened him if he ever broke my heart!”

I raised a brow, “And I stand by that threat William. You better make sure she’s the happiest girl in the world or I’ll come to Toronto.”

I pointed at him menacingly, a smirk on my lips as I threatened him again through the screen.

Willy laughs, “I know you would, but I’m keeping my promise. I swear, scouts honor.”

I narrowed my eyes, “You were never a Boy Scout, you wouldn’t have time with hockey being your main focus.”

“No, but that doesn’t mean I can’t keep a promise like one.”

“I guess,” I mutter, “OH you’ll never guess what Brock did today!”

“Tried to set you up with someone?”

“Not just someone, his captain! He set up a little meet-cute this morning at the ass-crack of dawn!”

“Oh my god, really? Didn’t Quinn just get out of something messy?”

I nodded, “That’s what I told him, I’m not lookin’ and Quinn just got out of something.”

“Should I be here for the ‘girl talk,” asked Willy as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

“You should hear this too, in case Ray or you get any ideas when I come to visit Mister.” I jokingly pointed my finger at him as a smile pulled at my lips.

He raised his hands in mock defense, “Alright, alright I’m listening. No promises that we won’t meddle though.”

I groaned, “Please don’t, I already have Brock and Lizzie on my ass, I don’t need you guys too!”

“Trouble, who do you think told us about the meddling in the first place?”

My brows shot up to my forehead, “No they fucking didn’t, did they? When did you get their numbers? How long have you been cheating on me?”

The couple laughs at my dramatics, “We like to keep in touch in case you make a surprise visit to Toronto or anywhere and forget to tell us!”

“Oh, well that makes a lot of sense.”

“No shit Sherlock. We exchanged numbers after I texted Brock that you were safe after a night out with us. You were shitfaced and didn’t tell him you were in Toronto so of course he was freaking out, especially with the drunk texts you sent.”

“I don’t drunk text people, I go on side quests and make new friends along the way!”

Ray cut me off with a snort, “Yeah okay, lemme just pull up the last time you messaged me while at the bar.”

“Hey, how bout you don’t.”

“So you admit you do drunk texts friends,” she popped her brows with a smirk.

“I’m not saying that, I just get so excited to share my journey that I need to tell someone,” I babble, unable to talk my way out of this, but too prideful to agree.

“Whatever you say Trouble. Anyway, tell me about Quinn!”

“I honestly don’t know what to say, Ray. He was grumpy, and from what Brock’s told me, that’s just how he is.”

“Quinn’s not always grumpy. I’ve heard through Willy and the guys that he’s actually one of the nicest people in the league.”

I rolled my eyes, “Well I didn’t see that. Maybe it was ‘cause of the early morning and he was tired.”

“That’s not what Brock told me and he heard it straight from Quinn. You gave him Hell this morning.”

I shrugged my shoulders, “How was I supposed to know who he was when I’ve only seen blurry pictures and heard stories from Brock?”

Raven rolled her eyes, “That’s a lie, Trouble. I know you’ve seen him play when you go to games for Brock with Lizzie.”

“It all happens so fast how can I keep up with what’s goin’ on!”

They both gave me a deadpan look, I sighed loudly, making Mimi glance as if checking if I was okay before laying her head down again.

“Okay, maybe I’ve looked up the captain a time or two.” I mumble, arms crossed over my chest as I look away from the screen to hide my slightly burning cheeks.

“I know he’s your type, brown hair and lightly colored eyes. You can deny it all you want, but I know you think he’s attractive,” she smirks, Willy’s lips echoing hers.

“You don’t have to call me out like that,” I groan, pulling the blanket up to my face to hide the rosy tint coloring my features.

“What are friends for?”

“Not that, you should support me and tell me that I’m too good for him and everything else friends do in this sort of thing!”

“Trouble, I hate to say this, but I actually think y’all would be good for each other. It’s the classic grumpy x sunshine trope! And Quinn and you would be super cute, don’t you think so Willy,” Raven chirped, her hands flapping with excitement.

William chuckled, “Honestly, I agree with Ray. He’s more down to earth and well, you’re spontaneous. I have half of the chaos sisters and I know my life has been better since I’ve met her.”

“You guys are the perfect couple, I swear! ’Cause Willy, you go with the flow. You’re happy to be drug around with Ray. It wouldn’t be the same for us.”

“How do you know if you never take the leap?”

“I don’t, not for sure anyway,”

“Then jump bitch, maybe he’ll surprise you and catch you before the fall,” smiled Ray.

“Or maybe I’ll hit the pavement,” I mumble, more into the fabric on my lap than anyone.

Raven groans, “Don’t be like that! Quinn’s a good man.”

I repositioned on the couch, now sitting criss-crossed with the blanket tangled on my legs.

I fidget with my hands, “He might be a good guy, but I don’t wanna hurt him in the end. You know how I look at love and I don’t wanna get his hopes up that he’s changed it and then crush him when we break up.”

“Trouble, just be his friend first. That’s how Willy and I started out, as friends, then later we ended up where we are now.”

“Well I might’ve already messed that up. I did roll my window up while he was talking and honked the horn to scare him,” I smirked, still fidgeting with my fingers to get rid of the nerves.

The couple laughed, full belly and loud. Raven was the first to recover.

“Maybe less mischief and more talking.”

“Or,” Willy wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, a wide smirk on his lips.

Raven groans, and lightly pushes his face away from the camera.

“Don't listen to him. Just get to know him better, then maybe after you figure out his humor, a couple of pranks.”

“Boo, you're no fun!”

“I am very fun, but I know my audience. You my dear Trouble, don’t know Quinn’s yet. He might surprise you, he did grow up with brothers,” Raven popped a brow.

“Yeah yeah, whatever mom, I’ll be on my okayest behavior next time I see him,” I rolled my eyes, a humorous smirk on my lips.

“That’s all I ask for.”

“I love you Tiny, thank you for the advice that I totally won’t use.”

Raven laughed, “Love you too, Trouble. Just keep it on the back burner though, okay, you might need it later.”

“I’ll think about it, but now I know who to go to for relationship advice in the future.”

“Bye Trouble, see you soon, yeah?”

I nodded, my hair falling out of the messy bun from earlier and the nap, “Yes sir! As soon as the apartment has been Raven-fied!”

With that, and a few more ‘I love yous’ and ‘see you soons’ the call ended.

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Ace-Part 3

Jay Halstead x Reader x Hailey Upton (reader nicknamed Ace)

You admit your feelings to Jay and Hailey which prompts them to admit theirs

You laid in your bed, staring at the ceiling. You missed Jay and Hailey. You hadn’t quite realized how much time you spent with the two of them until you stopped. No wonder lines got crossed that never should have ever been approached. It was your fault, you never should have been intruding on a married couple like that. How dare you?

You rolled over and tried to get comfortable against your pillows. You just needed a little sleep. That was all, then you could roll into work tomorrow and keep your head intact about continuing to act like they were just your coworkers. You would always have their backs on the job but that was the extent of what you could do. Any further and you didn’t trust that more lines wouldn’t be crossed and you couldn’t do that to yourself. 

You closed your eyes and couldn’t stop thinking about Hailey’s eyes or Jay’s smile. You groaned and pulled your pillow over your head. You were falling for your best friends. A fucking married couple. If you couldn’t get over them, you’d have to transfer out of intelligence and that was the last thing you wanted to do.

Hailey rolled over and nuzzled into Jay’s neck when the alarm went off “That thing is so freaking loud” she groaned and he laughed lightly “It’s not that loud” and hit the button. She cut her eyes up at him “Think she’s finally going to start back talking to us today?” he shrugged “She talked to us yesterday?”

“Baby, do you have the witness statements isn’t talking compared to how we used to be with her” he nodded slowly “I know but I don’t know what else to do here Hails. I’m afraid if we push closer it’ll make her push further away” she sighed “I know, I’m just worried about her up and deciding to leave”

The words hung heavy in the air between them. It was a fear they both shared, had both discussed since the night you told them your friendship was now work only. If you decided you could no longer work with them, what would that mean? “Maybe we should try a different approach? One on one? Let her see it’s an equal dynamic, not some power play thing?” Jay suggested and Hailey smiled before pulling him into a kiss “You’re a freaking genius”

He rolled over on top of her as he deepened the kiss, rolling his tongue into her mouth and his hands roamed lowered “Definitely not a genius but I’ll take it” he teased with his lips still against her. She grinned “I love you so damn much” he pressed another kiss to her lips before moving to kiss across her jaw then down her neck “I love you too”

You pulled into the parking lot of the precinct and spotted Jay’s truck. There was an empty spot next to it or one three places down. You took the one three spaces down. You’d rather some uniform ding your door.

You grabbed your stuff and climbed out before heading inside. At least you were partnered with Kev, that meant if you didn’t want to talk about what was obviously bothering you he wouldn’t push and god you loved him for that.

When you walked in you took a deep breath when Hailey was at the front desk talking to Trudy. “Morning Ace” Trudy greeted and Hailey turned around with a small smile. “Morning Trudy, Hails” you greeted as you headed for the palm scanner.

“Hold the gate please” Hailey called so you held the gate open once it popped and she stepped into it next to you and thanked you. “Of course” you muttered as the two of you continued up the stairs. This was the closest you’d allowed yourself to either one of them without it being a complete accident in days. “How are you?” she whispered and you nodded “I’m good” 

“Ok, if you need anything…” she started to offer and you cut her off “I appreciate it Hailey, I really do but I’m good” by then the two of you had made it to the bullpen so you headed for your desk while she headed for hers. You couldn’t get into the “If you need anything call me” crap right now. That reeked of desperation on your end and pity on hers. Neither of which you wanted coming into the equation here.

You caught her and Jay both watching you out of the corner of your eye but you couldn’t do that. The job needed your full attention, like it or not. 

“We gotta back fifty one on what appears to be an arson case. Lets roll out” you were a bit ashamed at just how thrilled you were to have a case roll in. You hoped no one was hurt the moment the thought occurred to you that at least you wouldn’t be stuck in the bullpen across from Jay and Hailey any longer. 

You stood and grabbed your jacket, falling in behind Kevin. He looked back at you “We taking my ride?” you shrugged “Sure, you know I’m good with you driving” which pulled a smirk to his face “You just like having a damn chauffeur you little diva” you winked at him “You know me so well Atwater” 

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Everyone headed down to the parking lot and their separate cars to head to the address Voight had given all of you. It was across town so a few minutes drive and then an active investigation. Enough to keep your mind busy. “Something up with you Ace?” Kevin asked once it was just the two of you in his suv. You slowly shook your head “No, why?” he shrugged “You ain't been hanging with Jay and Hailey like you used to, aint hit mollys the last couple times. Just making sure”

“Naw, I’m good Kev. You know I’d talk if I needed to” he smiled “I’d hope so” about that time all of you pulled up to the scene so you hooked your badge around your neck on the chain then climbed out the suv. Everyone followed behind Voight who was headed for Chief Boden, technically this was their scene and all of you were just playing backup. 

Jay and Hailey went in with Voight to walk through the scene, Kim and Adam were headed to the hospital to talk to vics so that left you and Kevin to canvas the block to see if any witnesses might have seen anything.

“What exactly do people get out of hurting each other? This damn long on the job and I still don’t get it” you muttered and he laughed lightly “That’s why we’re the good guys Ace” you smiled slightly “Someone’s gotta be” 

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From what they could gather it was a targeted thing with collateral damage. One of the victims had an ex husband with a restraining order and a history of violence. You and Kevin found a couple witnesses who confirmed a man in the area in the early morning hours that matched the exe’s description. 

That would be all it would take for a judge to sign a warrant. The only thing was if he had already been willing to set one apartment building on fire to try to kill his ex wife, what would he be willing to do to stay out of prison? 

Boden offered the truck to be on standby should all of you run into an emergency they were more equipped to handle when you went to serve the warrant. Voight thanked him so everyone double backed to the precinct to gear up while you waited for the warrant to get signed and the exe’s location to be narrowed down.

Everyone was in roll up, gearing up and Voight was going over the pre-raid plan. “We don’t know what we’re walking into with this guy. He already put four people in the hospital just trying to take out his ex wife. He’s ducking an attempted murder charge now.  Watch each other’s backs, take no chances. Got it?”

Everyone nodded. All of you knew just how serious this was. You slipped your vest over your head and reached to adjust the straps but felt Jay’s hands move first and instead of moving away you let him. You had to get used to him and Hailey again. You looked over your shoulder at him “Thanks” he nodded “You’re all set” 

You shot Hailey a small smile and walked over next to Kevin, taking your long gun from him. You didn’t want to leave the unit, you didn’t even want to turn your back on Jay and Hailey. You just felt so much more for them than you should but that was something you had to deal with. If Kevin was noticing a difference you couldn’t chance anyone else. You had to reel in your emotions, eat them and deal with them later. That was the only option.

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“CPD FREEZE!” you had the guy in the sights of your gun. He held up his hands and went down to his knees. Jay slid around the corner. “You got me?” he asked and you nodded “Cuff this asshole” he’d taken all of you on a foot race for the better of seven city blocks. 

Jay cuffed him and read him his rights before snatching him to his feet. Kelly pulled up in squad three and Jay shoved the guy into a patrol car “You two need a ride back to your unit?” you grinned “I’ll take it” you and Jay had already radioed back and everyone else was pretty much circled up to the cars.

You hopped onto the truck and Jay slid in behind you, leaving the two of you hip to hip. “So all of that was because his ex got tired of being his punching bag?” Kelly asked and you shrugged “Not all men are good men Kel” and he nodded “Oh I know sweetheart it just still makes me sick to see it” 

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When Kelly dropped you and Jay off with the rest of the unit Jay hopped out first then offered you his hand so you took it. Hailey eyed the fact that you took his offered hand with a smile. You hoped they realized it was you offering a friendship olive branch. Nothing more. You’d meant what you said.

Voight nodded to you and Jay “You two good?” “Yes sir” “Yeah, we’re good” “Then everyone head back. This asshole doesn’t even need to confess for us to have him”

You were sitting on the edge of Kim’s desk talking to her when Kevin tossed a balled up piece of paper your way “Yo partner, you hitting Mollys tonight or being a homebody?” you rolled your eyes “Guess I’m coming since you been giving me hell about it Kev” 

He grinned “Good, I’ll buy you a drink” you laughed “Well damn then I’m definitely coming” 

Jay and Hailey were watching the way you were interacting with the rest of the unit and trying not to combust from jealousy. “So, Mollys?” Jay whispered to Hailey and she nodded “Definitely” you were talking to them again, so that was something right? They just wanted to get a few minutes off the clock to talk to you. That was it. 

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You walked into Mollys and spotted the unit in the corner, most of them were either in a booth or at a table. That wasn’t anything new. The lot of you had a habit of hanging tight when you went out, just like fifty one hung tight. You waved when Kim looked your way then headed to the bar to grab a drink. 

“Good evening gorgeous” you greeted Stella and she winked at you “My favorite detective. What can I get ya Ace?” you shrugged “Just a beer lovely” she nodded “Coming right up ma’am” and grabbed one, popping the top off and handed it to you “I’m on the understanding your first drink goes on Atwater?” you nodded “Yes ma’am”

“How’d you manage that?” she asked and you shrugged “I haven’t came out the last week. The unit missed me I guess” she laughed “That’s a new one. Duck out and get your drink paid for” “Well hell I would’ve paid for your drinks” you heard a voice say and turned to see Dylan, one of the surgeons from Med walk up to you and you grinned “Nice to know. You do have all that doctor money after all” 

He laughed “Good to see you Ace, especially since I’m not currently digging a bullet out of you” you gasped “That was one time!” and he nodded “Still doesn’t mean it didn’t leave an impression” 

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Jay glanced up and damn near cracked the beer bottle in his hand. Hailey clocked his posture change and followed his line of sight to see you talking to Dylan Ryley. A Surgeon from Med. You were leaned back against the bar and he was way too close to you for her comfort. “That son of a bitch” she muttered and Jay cut his eyes at her “Nothing we can do, if she wants him we can’t intervene”

They watched, waiting and hoping for some damn inclination you weren’t interested. Give them a reason to back Ryley off. “Fuck it, let’s get another drink” Jay spoke low to her then raised his voice “I’m buying next round. Everybody want one” everyone spoke up so him and Hailey stood to head to the bar, directly towards you.

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One minute you were talking to Dylan about a case he’d seen the next, Hailey was sliding onto the barstool next to you while Jay was bodily putting himself between you and Dylan to ask Stella for another round.

You glared at Jay first then cut your eyes at Hailey “Dylan, I believe you know Jay and Hailey. Two of my coworkers from my unit” he nodded “I met them when I was working on you last year” Jay gave him a tight lipped smile “Yup, thanks for that too. You saved our girl” you noticed the emphasis he put on the word our and the way him and Hailey both looked at you. Jesus they could not be doing this right now.

You slid off the barstool and smiled at Dylan “Intelligence is a tight knit group. Can I join you in one second? I just need to talk to these two about something?” Luckily it didn’t seem like he’d caught on to anything because he just nodded “Of course” and headed for the other end of the bar where Will, Crockett and some nurses were.

You watched him go then looked back at the two of them “What was that?” Stella came back about that time and put the drinks down then walked off because she was getting waved down. “What?” Hailey asked innocently so you scoffed “Ok, I’m walking outside. Either you two can follow or I’ll be leaving. You have five minutes”

You finished your beer and headed for the door while they headed for the table. You had to nip whatever this was between you and them. It had to end. 

You were leaning back against the cool brick wall of Mollys when the door flung open, Jay and Hailey damn near knocking a nurse from med down. You shook your head when their eyes landed on you “Forty seconds to spare”

You tilted your head towards where your truck was parked “Let’s talk” they both nodded and followed you. Once you were sure the three of you were far enough you turned to face them “You two were jealous I was talking to Dylan” “Yeah” Hailey didn’t try to deny it and you didn’t try to stop the urge to laugh in their faces.

You grabbed both of their left hands to show them their rings “Are you forgetting that you two are married? You do not want me! It does not happen that way”  “So we don’t know what we want now?” Jay asked and you raised an eyebrow “What?”

He waved a hand between himself and Hailey “We have talked about this. We know what we want and we’re looking at her. Yeah we love each other, we’re in love with each other but when we look at you?” “It just feels right too” Hailey finished and you sighed, running a hand down your face and shook your head “I’m going home. Tell Kev, I got sick”

You turned to climb in your truck and they both grabbed a hand “Baby please” Jay spoke first and you froze. He didn’t use that on you, he used it on Hailey. He only ever called you sweetheart. “Don’t call me baby” you whispered. “Please talk to us baby” Hailey begged and you turned to face her “What?”

She smiled “We don’t want to hurt you Ace. We care about you” you nodded slowly “I know you do Hailey. I never once doubted that, I just can’t let myself have a piece of you two then in turn give you all of me just to get broken” you hadn’t realized you teared up until she raised a hand to wipe the tears away “What can we do to prove to you?”

“Let me go” you whispered and she nodded “Ok” and dropped your hand. The broken look in her eyes and Jay’s made your heart crumple in your chest. “I can’t stay in the unit, I’ll ask for a transfer monday. At least temporarily until I can sort through the fact that I allowed myself to fall in love with two of my best friends” you admitted and they both swallowed hard “What?” Hailey asked and you smiled sadly “Sorry, I never meant for it to happen. I think it was happening before that night and that just pushed it over the edge”

“And it’s so hard to believe we could be falling for you?” Jay asked and you froze, looking from him to Hailey “What?” she smiled looking up at him then back at you before shrugging “We are” you shook your head “No, you’re not. We had a night of amazing sex, yeah. We’re friends, yeah. You two are not wanting me to leave the unit, yeah but there is no way you two are falling for me”

“How do you know?” Hailey asked and you waved a hand at them “Look at you two! You’re fucking gorgeous and amazing and married! And I’m just me” Hailey pulled you to her, crashing her lips against yours. You gasped lightly as her tongue flicked into your mouth, you could taste the mixed drink she’d had earlier and knew she could taste your beer. You moaned lightly when she pulled you even closer, never breaking the kiss until she absolutely had to “Please don’t leave the unit”

You nodded slowly, her hand was still gripping your hip “Ok but where does that leave us?” Jay grinned “Give us a chance? We’ll prove we don’t want no damn unicorn. This would be an equal dynamic in every way. We just want you” you rolled your bottom lip between your teeth “One chance, if I feel like that once I'll walk away and I mean it. I’m not throwing an ultimatum at either of you but I’d rather walk away then either of us end up hating each other”

They both nodded and Jay grinned “So do I get a kiss too? Or just Hailey?” she laughed and pressed another kiss to your lips “I think he’s jealous” you grinned “I think so” he rolled his eyes “You two are mean” you raised an eyebrow “Oh we’re mean?” his eyes widened “Nope, you’re angels” you laughed and reached for his hand “Come here”

He stepped closer, one hand going to your hip and the other gripping your chin before his lips claimed yours. You couldn’t help but a light whimper fall from your lips when he deepened the kiss, tilting your head in the direction he wanted it. When you were forced to pull away to get air he smiled at you and pressed another quick kiss to your lips “We’re not gonna try to jump into bed with you but we would like to spend time with you”

“Please” Hailey added and you nodded slowly “We’ll figure something out” 

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[professional-spectator]

Hey there, it's IDK! I usually stick to writing in the third person, but I thought I'd try something a little different this time. If you want to imagine yourself as the reader, go right ahead! Though, fair warning, I've never been the best at those kinds of stories, haha.

I'm a huge Cyno fan and proudly main him in the game, so of course, he's going to be a part of this story! I absolutely love Sumeru, and I feel like there aren't enough fanfics set there, especially ones that focus on Cyno. I'm still deciding whether to make this a series, so please let me know what you think!

Okay, here's the little disclaimer and a heads-up: I don't own Hoyoverse, Genshin Impact, or anything related to them.

And a big thank you to @arn9tails for letting me use their Genshin size difference AU as the basis for this fanfic. The idea that Teyvat isn't scaled to Earth but is actually much, much larger really fascinated me—it's a pretty scary thought, isn't it? I also really liked the idea that people from Earth aren't resistant to it, which is what sparked this whole thing.

Also, just a quick heads-up: this story touches on some serious and sensitive subjects. It's inspired by SAGAU (Self-Aware Genshin Impact Alternative Universe), isekai themes, different isekai worlds, creation myths, and fanfiction in general.

Alright, let's dive into chapter 3 and see what adventures await our dear Oc!

Chapter 3 Paimon copy cat:

I sighed, realizing that no amount of reader inserts, fanfiction, chatbots, or fan-made otome games could have adequately prepared me for what I was experiencing. I felt incredibly small in this world, perhaps the size of a Barbie doll, and the food before me was stunning, as though it had been plucked straight from an anime. Had I not been so stressed, I would have undoubtedly been fan-girling.

Despite the plate still appearing enormous relative to my diminutive size, hunger overwhelmed me. I was ravenous, but without any utensils. Although I had prepared this dish countless times in the game, I had never actually tasted it back on Earth.

According to the game's lore, the dish was Biryani: "An aromatic rice dish. Stir-fry the meat until it's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. Then, stew it with condiments and long-grain rice. Sprinkle a few Padisarah petals before serving. Every grain is saturated with the aroma of fatty meat and condiments. The dish has an exquisite taste only found in Sumeru." To my exhausted and sleep-deprived mind, that description simply translated to "food."

At that moment, I likely resembled a wild animal.

"You look like a boar piglet..."

I immediately recognized Cyno's voice, followed by Tighnari, who looked utterly exhausted.

"Cyno..." The forest watcher shook his head, his expression weary. "Just ignore him..."

A wave of embarrassment washed over me.

The insult was like a slap. "I don't resemble a boar..." The denial escaped my lips before I could think, a purely defensive response born from injured pride. Hindsight suggested a more tactful approach might have been wiser.

"You do... you resemble a boar piglet," Cyno's voice, a resonant baritone from his towering height, corrected me. Stupid giant Cyno. A child? I was a fully grown woman, thank you very much. I couldn't discern his meaning – was he joking, or was it simply his blunt, unwavering honesty? A shiver traced its way down my spine. The mere thought of facing a real boar filled me with apprehension. My small size in this world already put me at a disadvantage, and if the boars here were anything like their Earth counterparts, with their indiscriminate appetites, I was in deep trouble. The food chain's hierarchy became painfully obvious, and I realized I was at the very bottom.

He locked his intense, crimson gaze on me, his expression inscrutable.

"Tighnari, I did not enjoy yesterday's dinner at camp with the boar..." he stated, his tone utterly grave, the slightest cock of his head the only hint of anything unusual. I could almost hear Tighnari's weary sigh carried on the wind. "He was such a pig..." Cyno continued, his voice as monotone as ever.

As a dedicated Cyno player, even I couldn't manage a smile. He was trying, I could tell, attempting to alleviate the tension, but his attempt fell completely flat. I had always pictured that if I ever met him in person, I'd be overcome with laughter, tears streaming down my face. But here, now, standing before the genuine article? Not a possibility.

"You see, the boar is a part of the pig famil-..." I watched, a bizarre blend of fascination and dismay, as he tried to analyze and explain the joke, only further entrenching himself in comedic failure.

Tighnari, muttering, "I should wash the dishes..." gathered the plates and walked away from Cyno, abandoning me. I wanted to scream, "Giant Tighnari, come back!" but I bit back the words.

He'd deserted me the instant Cyno began his jokes. I felt a pang of sympathy for Cyno; he seemed utterly oblivious to just how awful his jokes were. Now, I was trapped at this enormous table, forced to endure them. Kaveh's voice line suddenly sprang to mind, the one where he warned the Traveler to never listen to Cyno's jokes sober. Between you and me, I'd always dismissed it as the ramblings of an alcoholic. But Kaveh was right.

Cyno's voice cut through the silence. "Not funny? Mao?"

Mao. That was the name I'd settled on. A placeholder, really, a designated title in this bizarre chapter of my life. The fact that I couldn't remember my own name gnawed at me, a constant, low-level hum of fear beneath the surface. My emotions were a tangled mess, a chaotic storm of anxiety and bewilderment. And then there was the small matter of my current stature – I was, quite literally, the size of a Barbie doll. A cat minded you.

"It's not you, it's me..." The words tumbled out before I could stop them, and I trailed off, cringing inwardly. It sounded like a breakup line, ridiculous given the circumstances. Thankfully, Cyno didn't seem to pick up on the awkwardness.

The words rushed out, a torrent of pent-up worry and frustration. "I was abducted, along with my best friends, and I have absolutely no idea where they are. On top of that, I left my aunt in charge of looking after my parents, and they're both really sick. I'm supposed to be home."

Cyno's gaze softened as he took in her plight. Trapped in a world so alien, so vast compared to her own—he understood her fear, her disorientation. A deep frown etched itself onto his face. The practice of selling these "mini humans" was an abomination, a custom long outlawed in Sumeru. Yet, despite the ban, they still surfaced, these tiny beings, often brought to the Akademiya under the guise of research.

But these miniature people… they were different. They didn't behave as ordinary humans should. Most scholars accepted this at face value, attributing it to their diminutive size or unknown origins. Cyno, however, suspected a deeper, more insidious cause. He remembered Tighnari's insightful observation: these "mini humans" likely lacked the natural defenses, the inherent immunities, against this world's unique magic, its mana.

If Mao—the name they'd given her, since her own was lost to her—was similarly vulnerable… Cyno's mind raced. He couldn't be sure if the world's strange energies had already begun to affect her. The thought sent a shiver down his spine. Was it possible she might regress, devolve into the feral state he'd witnessed in other mini humans? He couldn't allow it. He wouldn't.

His resolve hardening, Cyno met her gaze. "We're going to get to the bottom of this," he declared, his voice firm, laced with a promise he intended to keep.

I nodded, but little did I know what the next day held. A day that would turn my world, quite literally, upside down.

I awoke the following morning, desperately wishing the events unfolding were nothing more than a bizarre dream. Alas, reality crashed down upon me: I was in a gargantuan version of Teyvat, perched precariously on Cyno's broad shoulder like some exotic parrot. My knuckles were white as I gripped his cape with my uninjured hand, fighting the dizzying urge to look down. It was a terrifyingly long way to fall. He had been striding purposefully towards Sumeru City for what felt like an eternity – a good four hours, at least.

How, you might ask, did I find myself in such a ludicrous predicament? Well, it all started something like this:

"Hey," I began, craning my neck to look up at Cyno. Without a word, he promptly scooped me up, his movements reminiscent of King Kong seizing his prize.

"I really don't want to go in your pocket..." I protested, my voice laced with apprehension. The last time I'd been confined to that pocket, I was bordering on the brink of a full-blown meltdown. Besides, the space was incredibly claustrophobic.

"How else are you supposed to travel, Mao?" He crossed his arms, a gesture I knew all too well.

"Walking, like a normal person..." I suggested, perhaps with a touch too much hope in my voice.

"You wouldn't be able to keep up, and the moment you set foot on the forest floor, I'm sure some ravenous beast would try to make a meal out of you," Cyno countered, painting a rather morbid, and frankly, unsettling picture.

"Isn't there any other way?" I pleaded, desperation seeping into my tone. Cyno sighed, a sound that usually preceded some form of compromise.

"I suppose I could pass you off as a jinni..." he conceded, his voice tinged with reluctance.

And that is how I ended up here, teetering on his shoulder like a brightly plumaged parrot. To add insult to injury, I was adorned in something vaguely resembling Princess Jasmine's outfit from the cartoon, albeit a significantly more modest version, for which I was eternally, deeply grateful.

"Do the Jinn really wear these?" I asked, my fingers gripping Cyno heavy cloak. Perched precariously on Cyno's broad shoulder, I couldn't help but feel like a slightly-out-of-place Princess Jasmine Barbie doll.

"Yes, when they take human form, they do." Cyno's voice was a low rumble. "But they're rare, you know. Most are kept confined – in jars, or bound to weapons, or even trapped within lamps."

I nodded, remembering the few Jinn scattered throughout the game's lore. They were creations of Nabu Malikata, powerful beings, but…

"Are they common?" I asked, my curiosity now fully ignited. I didn't recall encountering the Jinn all that frequently during my playthroughs.

"Common enough..." Cyno replied, his tone leaving me wondering just how "common" was "common enough" in this strange new reality.

Sumeru City was a feast for the senses, a vibrant tapestry of exotic scents and captivating sounds. I reveled in its beauty, often perched comfortably upon Cyno's broad shoulder, the rich aroma of spices swirling around me. Life was tranquil, until that moment that peace shattered with a single, chilling question. I overheard a voice, laced with avarice, inquiring, "How much for the Jinni?"

Being Barbie-sized, it seemed, offered no advantages in this situation. My tiny heart lurched within my chest. Did people truly see me as nothing more than a commodity, an object to be bought and sold?

"Not for sale," Cyno's voice cut through the air, firm and unwavering. In a swift, protective motion, he tucked me safely inside the secure darkness of his cloak pocket.

I wish I had an exciting secret to share, or that I had found something interesting in Cyno's pocket, but sadly, neither of those things happened. After what felt like forever, he finally pulled me out from inside his cloak.

"Mao? Are you okay?" he asked, his voice a tint of worry. I gave a slight nod.

"I'm fine..." I answered, my eyes scanning the room. It looked like an office, or maybe a bedroom—possibly a studio apartment. I noticed I was sitting on a desk, and in the corner, there was a bed and a bookshelf. I tried to remember, but I couldn't recall Cyno ever having an office in the game. I knew he had a place to live, but the details were vague.

"So, what now?" I blurted out, feeling anxious as I sat on his desk. He stayed in his chair, looking at me.

"For now, I need you to tell me everything you know..." His voice was strong and determined. I had a sinking feeling that I was about to be interrogated.

I was the size of a Barbie doll, a tiny intruder in a colossal, terrifying version of my favorite game. The thought of being interrogated by Cyno, my beloved character, sent shivers down my spine.

He began with deceptively simple questions, each a calculated probe: my date of birth, my mother's maiden name, the name of my childhood pet. With unnerving precision, he recorded every answer.

The inevitable moment arrived when I had to explain Genshin Impact to him. It was a daunting task, considering Teyvat was a world untouched by computers and the technological marvels of modern Earth.

"In your world, I'm a character in a game?" he finally asked, his voice sharp and devoid of warmth.

"Yes..." I squeaked, my gaze fixed on the floor, struggling to articulate the impossible. I braced myself for anger, for threats. Instead, an unsettling calm settled over him.

"That's interesting. What do you know about me?" The crimson eyes that I once adored now sparked with an intensity that filled me with dread.

"I know you tell jokes to diffuse tense situations. I know you received your Vision while reading a book on Sumerian law, before your appointment as General Mahamatra. And I know about Collei..." The words tumbled out in a rush.

"Is this game akin to Genius Invokation TCG?" he pressed, his mind already dissecting the information.

"Yes, in a way, but far more interactive..." I offered, struggling to find the right words.

"Hmm, could that be the reason for your divergence from the other 'mini humans'? Perhaps your immersion in this world through the game..." Cyno murmured, more to himself than to me, lost in a labyrinth of his own deductions.

Before I could even blink, Cyno's hand was upon me, scooping me up with the force of King Kong. I found myself staring up at him, my expression, I imagined, resembling that of a pouting kitten cradled in his massive grip.

"Give me some warning, will you? I'm not particularly fond of being manhandled..." I leveled him with a look that could only be described as utterly done.

"Mao, I assure you, no harm is intended. We simply must be on our way..." He then proceeded to deposit me, once again, upon his shoulder. I felt like a brightly colored parrot perched there, surveying the room. He reached for a jar on his desk, the lid unscrewing to reveal some sort of almond-coated treat. Chocolate, I presumed. He offered it to me, and of course, it felt enormous in my hands. I devoured it.

"Mao, you eat like a boar piglet..." A chuckle rumbled from his chest.

A blush crept across my face. Why was this man constantly comparing me to a piglet? It was the second time now!

"I do not!" I protested, perhaps a little too vehemently. I hadn't even realized I'd finished the treat so quickly. He offered me another. I also didn't realize how ridiculous I looked.

"You do. Though, I suppose it makes sense, in a way." Cyno seemed to be thinking aloud, more to himself than to me.

"The Traveler has a floating companion, bigger than you but smaller than a child, who possesses an enormous appetite. Perhaps it's your size, coupled with your intelligence, that drives you to eat more..."

The realization dawned on me. He was talking about Paimon. He offered me another almond, and I froze as his large finger gently patted the top of my head. A wave of conflicting emotions washed over me: embarrassment, anger, a strange sense of humility, a flicker of… pleasure? And underlying it all, a distinct anxiety. It hit me like a bolt of lightning: did he see me as another Paimon? Another almond, another head pat. Oh, I was a Paimon to him—a cute, adorable, albeit slightly annoying companion with an insatiable appetite. I glared at him, my annoyance palpable. I could practically see the thought bubble forming above his head: "Adorable, like a piglet."

High up on Cyno's shoulder, I felt like some strange, miniature parrot—a Paimon-esque creature under observation. I was doll-sized, perched upon the shoulder of my favorite character, being hand-fed almonds. It struck me then: did others yearn for their own Paimon? After all, the Traveler had journeyed to the farthest reaches of Teyvat, accompanied by the tiny companion. Perhaps that was the driving force behind the booming "Mini Human" market. But such thoughts were far from my mind as Cyno strode down the hall, my attention consumed by the almonds I munched on.

A confession: my pride stung a little. I was, by all accounts, average. In my daydreams of being Isekai'd, I always envisioned myself as the female lead, the center of attention. Back on Earth, I often felt like a background character in my own life. And now, here in Teyvat, the world of my beloved game, I was merely a tag-along. Not the heroine, not even a significant player—just a tiny sidekick.

As we delved further into the Akademiya, the familiar sight of the House of Daena came into view. A wave of awe replaced my earlier apprehension. This was the place where I had spent countless hours in the game, getting lost in the intricate library and longing to experience it in person. And now, here I was, although my current situation as a miniature version of myself clinging to Cyno's shoulder was difficult to overlook.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself," Cyno's deep voice rumbled, interrupting my thoughts. He gently patted my head, his finger feeling enormous.

"I am not! Stop petting my head!" My high-pitched, indignant voice echoed in the vast space. I clutched his cloak even tighter with my injured hand.

"Hmm?" He raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. "Mao, you seem to be enjoying it," Cyno repeated, his face stoic and serious. Was he really that oblivious? Another almond appeared, an offering as if food could buy my cooperation. Sadly, it often did. With a resigned sigh, I raised the comically large almond to my mouth.

"I am not..." I mumbled, taking a bite of the almond. "Stupid giant Cyno, stupid almond, stupid head pat," I thought to myself.

"Why are you pouting, Mao?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.

"I'm not!" I retorted, probably sounding just like Paimon.

The earlier integration with Cyno had been intense, and Dori's name inevitably came up. I couldn't help but throw her under the bus, exposing her "Mini humans" operation—the one dealing with humans from Earth, like my friends and I. But that was then, and this is now.

We found ourselves in the House of Daena. I sat on Cyno's shoulder, feeling like a tiny, inquisitive parrot.

"What brings us here?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"I need to wait for something..." He eventually set me down on a table. Being so small was incredibly frustrating; a mountain of books towered over me. Why the secrecy? Couldn't he just tell me what was going on? I glared at him, only to receive another head pat in return.

I held back my questions. What were we waiting for, exactly? Just then, I saw him retrieving what I assumed were his Caskets of Tomes. In the game's lore, these card boxes were created by Sumeru Akademiya researchers and had a special mechanism for detecting others nearby who also possessed Caskets of Tomes.

I enjoyed the Genius Invokation TCG in Genshin Impact, but I was quickly learning that reality didn't perfectly reflect the game. The cards were half my size!

"Do you know how to play Genius Invokation TCG, Mao?"

Now I was completely baffled.

"In theory..."

He started explaining the game to me, but it was obvious he was multitasking; his attention was divided. He was watching someone, or something, else.

Perched on a thick volume, I felt utterly insignificant amidst the towering stacks of books that surrounded me. Before me, spread across the table, were the Genius Invokation TCG cards. They seemed larger than life, each one a miniature portal into the game's sprawling world. The characters depicted on the cards appeared almost holographic, shimmering like ethereal projections above the playing surface.

The selection of characters immortalized on these cards was a curious one, primarily reserved for figures of historical significance and those actively shaping society. It was why Cyno, Kaveh, and Tighnari had their own cards, their images gleaming under the soft light, while Sethos, Alhaitham, Dehya, and Collei remained absent. It was a stark contrast to the game I knew.

Cyno seemed to be juggling a multitude of tasks within the confines of his mind, his expression an unreadable mask. Even when the event he'd clearly been anticipating finally unfolded, he remained seated, betraying no outward sign of surprise or satisfaction. Once our game reached its conclusion, he abruptly scooped me up, depositing me unceremoniously into the depths of his cloak pocket.

Cyno conversation with Mao proved to be a treasure trove of information, particularly regarding her earlier circumstances. She recounted detailed observations of various individuals, painting vivid pictures with her words. One person, in particular, caught my attention: Cyno's observation of a scholar near the Akademiya. According Cyno had witnessed this scholar exchanging what appeared to be a coded note with another, hinting at Dori's network of informants embedded within the very walls of the Akademiya. Cyno's actions were so subtle, so expertly masked, that many believed he was too engrossed in our Genius Invokation TCG match to notice the clandestine exchange. But of course, nothing escapes Cyno's watchful gaze. Shortly after relaying this information, Mao, too, found herself scooped up and deposited into Cyno's pocket.

Once more, I was desperately clinging to the inside of Cyno's pocket. The constant bumping was almost unbearable. Was he engaged in another fight?

"Ugh!" The abrupt movements made my stomach churn. I was thrown around like a rag doll, screaming and struggling to hold on.

Through the thick material, I could hear his voice, loud and muffled.

"What information do you have regarding the black market for mini-humans? I am aware of who your superior is..." His voice was cold, leaving no room for argument or excuses. "There's no point in lying."

He sounded absolutely frightening. Then, in one fluid motion, he pulled me out of his pocket. By this point, I was almost used to being held up like this. The sudden exposure to the bright sunlight was nearly blinding.

I blinked, trying to adjust my vision as I realized Cyno had some unfortunate person pinned against a wall with one hand, while I dangled precariously from the other.

"Do you recognize her?" Cyno's firm grip was the only thing preventing me from falling, but I trusted him completely not to drop me.

"Take a close look..." He held me up, presenting me to the scholar's face.

"It's a mini; they all appear the same..." the scholar stuttered, although I noticed a hint of recognition in his eyes.

"That's rude..." I gave him a look that clearly said, "I'm so over this." I didn't expect his reaction; he screamed.

"It's talking! It's talking..." the scholar yelled, clearly bewildered. Apparently, according to the Akademiya, earthlings – their creative name for "mini-humans" or "minis" – weren't supposed to be able to speak and only had the intelligence of a cat or dog.

"What's wrong with it? Is this an abnormal...?"

"No, she isn't..." Cyno's presence alone was enough to easily intimidate the scholar. I was simply there for the ride, a prop in his interrogation. Before long, Cyno had gotten the information he needed and placed the scholar under arrest.

Once more, I found myself perched on Cyno's broad shoulder, feeling like a brightly colored parrot. He released the scholar he'd been holding to the waiting Matra, his expression hardening.

"We have much to do, Mao..." His voice, usually so measured, now carried a weight that made my non-existent stomach clench. I hated this diminutive form, this feeling of being a mere doll. I was not a child, despite the way he treated me. Another head pat, delivered with the force of his massive finger, only amplified my frustration.

"Can you please explain to me what's going on?" I demanded, glaring up at him with all the ferocity I could muster.

"We are going to get to the bottom of this," he declared, his gaze fixed on some distant point. "Clearly, you are the normal one in this equation. There is something deeply amiss when others of your kind arrive in this world... We are going to hold those responsible accountable. It simply isn't right to enslave an entire group of people for the sake of companionship... Especially when they are rendered unable to speak for themselves."

The realization washed over me then: I was now an unwitting participant in Cyno's personal quest for justice. Another head pat landed, and I could see he genuinely believed I enjoyed them. I didn't have the heart to correct him. A weary part of me screamed that I'd had enough adventure, that I just wanted to wake up from this bizarre nightmare. But deep down, I knew I no longer had a choice in the matter. My fate was intertwined with his.

"So, what now?" I asked, the question hanging in the air.

"We'll go undercover..." Cyno stated, a glint of determination in his eyes as if he had a fully formed plan already brewing. Undercover? That didn't seem like his usual style. He looked incredibly resolute, a man on a mission.

To be continued, maybe......

[dragon-susceptible]

Two so far! And I open the next one at the tree! Smh you really don't trust me at all

Lmaoo I didn't notice but honestly it's true, so yk.

Yes lol, she's a 26 year old woman with no heavy egg strapped to her back who's been training for a highly physical job for over a decade at this point. She'll address it a little bit in the next section though, I'm so close to done with it but I have to leave it to go to work too soon to finish. I'll probably wrap it up while there, since Saturday's usually so light.

Oh yeah!! Rayla's ears move with her emotions even in the show, I like playing that up for the fic.

Yeahhh, they kinda brushed over that part, but Rayla was really trying to strategize her own way out of that situation with Kim'dael, and didn't cry for anyone's help when she was dunked in the water, she just kept trying to save herself. Plus to top it off, once she did get help, she thought it was Ethari, and was startled that Runaan would be the one to dive in and save her. She really didn't trust anyone in her life except sort of Ethari until after that happened.

Spiders are in fact terrifying.

Could be that too. Callisto doesn't have much regard for like, the rules.

How dare you suggest that Callisto, Ram, and Andromeda have done anything wrong. The boy is afraid, the enby is afraid, and the lady has never done anything wrong ever in her life never mind all that murder

Please imagine someone calling Ezran a little shit and he just looks up at them with the most innocent expression ever to ask what that means.

LMAO That really is the mood for Callisto huh.

Corvus is doing So Good man. He didn't think spiders got any bigger than like, a few inches across. Now he's faced with this shit and he's just rolling with it.

Ram using a teenage girl to hide behind and then ten minutes later being like "this is fine"

Yep, the author totally wasn't one of the ones who forgot Corvus because this is a really big ensemble to be writing all into one scene okay pls help why did I do this

Lmaoo let me know when you figure it out.

Andromeda is indeed that other guy.

It is exactly that meme, yes, except that Rayla knows Exactly why Ethari calls him that and will ruthlessly bring it up at every opportunity.

You have trust issues smh, they're literally at the tree already at the beginning of the next part, I just skipped straight there. It's fine. We're mirroring the canon plot for the rest of this chapter, just with additional characters.

Different Path Taken Ch21 P1 Wonderstorm

I was real tired for a few days and couldn't finish it but here's part 1 of the next chapter. This chapter should finish out the events of Season 1 of the show, once I'm done with it.

“There it is!” Ellis said brightly, pointing up at a twisted tree silhouetted in moonlight on the horizon, far up the slope. “That’s the tree I hid in with my Ava, where the miracle healer found us!  Well, the Guardian.”

“We should be able to make that within the hour.” Runaan estimated.

Privately, Callisto suspected he was overestimating the children’s capabilities.  It hadn’t escaped their notice how heavy little Ezran’s steps were and how the boy’s head hung down as they walked once they had caught up with the scouts.  Besides, they had other obstacles to deal with.

“Spiders.” They muttered like a swear as they used their glaive to cut away some webbing from the path ahead, keeping it at arm’s length.  Should they be using their full length glaive with one hand like this?  No.  Were they doing it anyway to stay away from the damned spiders?  Yes. “Why did it have t’be f- spiders that survived over here?”

Ezran tilted his head at them. “Are you afraid of spiders, Callisto?” He asked curiously. “They’re not so bad.”

“I maintain that anyone with an ounce of sense is at least a little afraid of spiders,” Ram insisted from ahead of them, also scowling at the webs with his ears laid back, and waiting while Rayla rolled her eyes and cut a path for him with her longer swords. 

“Anyone?” Runaan prompted with an amused sort of tone. 

“Yes,” Ram said haughtily. 

“I’m not afraid of spiders, I’m just reasonably cautious of things that can kill me,” Rayla retorted. “Which is what you should be.” She pointed at him with her sword and an unimpressed expression.

Callisto growled with their own ears lying flat. “I actually almost agree with him.  Spiders are a blight upon existence and I for one am terrified.” They cast a halfhearted glare at Skor, who was closest to them, and found him just smiling fondly at them.  Their cheeks heated up under the soft look and they quickly turned back to the path and yelped as they almost ran into a thread, ducking quickly around it instead. 

Corvus was staring at them in confusion. “What kind of spider could make a web this big?” He asked suspiciously, examining some of the webs closely. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Magical spiders,” Runaan replied with no small amount of amusement.

He was taking far too much pleasure in all of their distress, in Callisto’s humble opinion. 

“Did you hear that?” Ram yelped. 

“No, everyone’s too busy talkin’.” Rayla replied spitefully.

“Hush!” Callum shushed her, looking around suspiciously.  Ellis and Ava were even quiet, with the wolf’s ears laid back.  Callisto cursed in their own mind as they pricked their ears up to listen, grip tight on their glaive. 

The rustling of the webs sent a chill up their spine.  It was the spiders.  They knew it was the spiders.  How many were there, to have built a nesting colony this size?

In the distance there was a voice.  Someone moaned as if in pain and Callisto swore under their breath out loud. 

“Did you hear-?” Callum asked, worriedly.

“Yep.  Ignorin’ it.  Keep walkin’.” Rayla ordered, finally sounding a bit tense herself, and marched ahead.  Smart kid.  Those voices weren’t real.  They were never real.  There was no reason for anyone else to be up here.

“But what if someone really needs help?” Ezran protested, tugging at her arm. 

Runaan put a hand over his mouth briefly, his eyes sparkling entirely too much, and Callisto frowned at him.  That was out of character.  In what world was it funny for a small child to be concerned about someone’s life?  Someone needed to explain to Ezran that these voices weren’t . . .

“Ezran, ye have a good heart.” Rayla was telling the boy sincerely, and then her expression and ears both went flat as she added, “It’s super annoyin’.  I guess maybe a couple of us can go check.”

“No.” Callisto snapped. “No one’s leaving the group.  There’s no reason for anyone else t’be up here.  It wasn’t real.  Whatever we heard, it’s not real.  You know that, Rayla - this is a place of power just as much as Moonshadow Forest, we don’t follow the voices.”

Her eyes widened at the reminder and she winced. “Right.  Yeah.”

“There’s always voices in the Forest and few of them are real,” Ram explained for the human children’s benefit, though he had both his daggers in hands and he only spared them a glance while searching the webs for the things they could hear shuffling around them. “If you follow them, they pull you into the darkness, into the wild, and then - well.  Most don’t come back.”

“That’s enough of those stories,” Runaan admonished. “We keep moving.  Do not split up.  If you hear something, check with the rest of us.  If no one else heard it, neither did you.”

They kept walking.  Callisto hugged close to Skor’s path, letting him cover their wounded side.  He did so without complaint, even conceding to pulling out his sword for their comfort though his eyes crinkled with amusement when he did so.  The human children were sticking quite close to Runaan now.  Ram and Rayla were scouting ahead, attached at the hip, and Andromeda and Corvus walked together as well, both seeming hardly bothered by the spiders.  The human looked a bit unsettled by the sheer scale of the webbing, but Andromeda was just wary.

Thus it was that Rayla and Ram were the first to actually confront the spider.  Ram shrieked while Callisto’s eyes were on the children and they flinched, brandishing their glaive up only to see him hiding behind Rayla.  The girl was facing off against one of the largest spiders they’d ever seen and it took every ounce of discipline in their body not to recoil from it as well.  How could something that size have survived in Katolis of all places?  Most every magical creature in Katolis was stunted and small compared to their Xadian counterparts, without-

Wait.  The spider chittered and postured but it wasn’t outright attacking even as they all scattered for cover.  Callisto wasn’t immune to the panic, darting behind some rocks with Skor as soon as the others moved, their heart pounding in their chest as their nerves warred between not wanting to take their eyes off it and wanting to get away. 

How could something that large have survived here?

A brief glance around revealed nothing but desolation under the webbing.  There was nothing for it to feed on but the magic of the Nexus, and while that was necessary, it wouldn’t be enough to support a physical creature.  Spiders still needed to eat.  One this size would have a corresponding appetite, too, it would be willing to feed on things as large as drakes in Xadia.  What even lived on this side of the breach that was big enough for them?

Unless - 

Runaan had been amused.

He’d mentioned a training exercise.

Callisto glanced at Skor suspiciously.  He raised his brows at their expression at first, and then a slow smile spread across his mouth as he nodded slightly. 

They peeked around the rock at the spider, which hadn’t moved, and was still blocking their direct path up the slope, chittering aggressively. 

A glance over at the rock behind which Runaan was hiding, nearly standing straight behind the stone in order to give the gaggle of children around him room to cower, revealed that Ezran didn’t look afraid either.  Neither did Callum or Ellis.  If anything, Ezran looked a bit delighted, and was giggling about something.

The Guardian of the Nexus used illusions to keep humans afraid of the slopes.  This creature wasn’t behaving like a normal spider.  There was nothing around that it could eat. 

“It’s not fucking real, is it?” They hissed to Skor.

His smile broke into a fond grin and he shook his head.

“What are we going to do?” Ram’s voice had gone up several octaves and when they managed to find him, he was cowering behind a tree and Rayla this time, wide-eyed and nearly panicking. 

Runaan at least had the decency to look a bit concerned at that, but Callisto didn’t want to gamble on his mercy when he’d apparently decided they all needed a lesson in being observant and aware of their surroundings.  They all should have realized that a place like the Moon Nexus would be rife with illusions just like their forest was, especially with the Guardian shaping those illusions into reasons to keep the humans away. 

“It’s not real.” They called irritably. “It’s an illusion.  The Guardian’s using it to scare the humans back down the mountain.  Why else would a creature this big be wandering around here where there’s nothing to eat?”

Andromeda groaned deep in her chest and audibly facepalmed. “Oh, we should have realized.”

“What about the creature down the -” Ram broke off and growled, glowering at Runaan. “That other creature that we passed before, that was dead - that wasn’t real either, was it?”

“No,” Runaan admitted, smiling gently at them. “It wasn’t.  I was a bit disappointed you all didn’t realize that.  There isn’t enough food around for a creature that size, either.”

There really wasn’t enough food around for anything to be confined to the mountain, except perhaps some birds.  Callisto groaned and rubbed their own face. “You’re a cruel, cruel teacher sometimes, Runaan.”

“You did figure it out eventually,” Runaan replied placidly. “And no one was going to get hurt.  My apologies to you both, though, I didn’t realize the next creature we would encounter would be a spider, or I might have had second thoughts.  I know the two of you are -” there was that damned smile again - “uncomfortable with the creatures.”

“That’s one way of putting it,” Ram gingerly lowered himself from the tree with a distrustful glower at the illusion spider, which appeared to be stuck in their path, making the same few chitters on repeat. 

Callisto scowled at Runaan too. “Absolutely bloody terrified,” They corrected, and flinched momentarily when they felt something on their shoulder before realizing it was Skor’s hand.  Before he could remove it they tucked their glaive into the crook of their arm and grasped his hand to hold it there, looking over at him gratefully.  While he’d clearly known as well, he had at least been there to comfort them through their fear. “Thank you.” They murmured softly to him.

Skor smiled much more softly than Runaan, and nodded, giving their shoulder a squeeze.  He brushed his hand down their arm.  It wasn’t quite a proper scent mark but it was as close as they generally got these days, and they took comfort in his assurance.

“Don’t worry, Ram,” Rayla was teasing him, smirking broadly. “I’ll still protect ye from the big scary illusion spider.”

Ram wrinkled his nose at her but he did, in fact, keep her and Callum between himself and the spider as they moved past it.  Callisto couldn’t help the way their heart beat faster and the terrified quiver in their ears as they had to walk towards the creature, and then walk away with their back to it while it kept making those noises.  It helped that Skor walked right at their heel and kept his hand on their shoulder or arm, something to remind them he was there to help.

“There should be nothing on these slopes worth fearing, anymore,” Runaan said with a note of regret as they left the spider behind. “The only thing we left worth protecting was the Nexus, and the Guardian’s illusions have been all that’s necessary to protect it for centuries now.”

“Centuries?” Corvus asked, frowning curiously.

“Magic is a muscle or a skill like any other, for an elf,” Runaan said, with a bit more chill in his words than when he spoke to Callum about the topic. “Those who exercise it more gain a greater well of it within themselves.  Over time, a creature of magic may become more magic than flesh - and the flesh ceases to age.  The Guardian of the Nexus has held her post for over three centuries.”

“So . . . how old are you?” Ellis asked. “You can do magic too!  We saw you!  When your hand glowed around that other thing, it did it did!”

He had fucking known all the way back there, the bastard.  Callisto huffed, but tilted their head, curious how he would respond with all the humans present.  It really wouldn’t tell them much, they supposed, so there was no real reason to keep it a secret, but it also was the sort of personal information that assassins usually wouldn’t speak about outside of the forest.  

Runaan seemed to be having a similar internal debate before just sighing. “I’m thirty-five.  I don’t have nearly the magical stores that an Archmage like the Guardian has - I just know a thing or two about illusions.”

“A thing or two,” Andromeda echoed almost mockingly. “Not as though you’re the best in the Assassins’ Guild with illusions or anything.”

Rayla scoffed. “It’s true though, he’s pretty weak as a mage compared to - uh.  Compared to his husband.”

Callisto barked a laugh at her casual roast of her guardian, as Runaan scoffed in disbelief. “That’s enough of that,” Runaan said loftily. “We’re starting to get into the sort of information we don’t share outside the Forest.”

“Sure,” Rayla teased. “That’s why ye want me t’ stop.”

Callisto chuckled and focused on the path ahead, once more secure in the knowledge that the creatures they were hearing were nothing more than illusion.  Perhaps Runaan was right, in that case.  His estimation of how long it would take them to reach the rim made a lot more sense now.  They’d make the peak before dawn. 

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as a boyfriend - rafe cameron

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pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings: established relationship, mention of sex, slightly suggestive, English is my second language!

summary: how is he acting as your boyfriend?

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boyfriend!rafe who always makes sure everyone knows you’re his—his arm slung around your shoulders, his fingers laced with yours, his lips always on your skin.

boyfriend!rafe who gets high off making you happy, his lips ghosting over your ear as he whispers, “I love it when you smile for me.”

boyfriend!rafe who holds you like you’re fragile, his arms around you impossibly tight as he murmurs, “You’re the only good thing in my life.”

boyfriend!rafe who lets you think you're in control, until he flips you over with ease and smirks, “Nice try, sweetheart.” [nswf]

boyfriend!rafe who hates when you watch sad movies because then he has to pretend he’s not also about to cry. “It’s just a dumb movie—fuck, okay, maybe it’s kinda sad.”

boyfriend!rafe who runs his fingers along your bare skin absentmindedly, pretending like he’s not watching your every reaction [nswf]

boyfriend!rafe

boyfriend!rafe who would rather lose the argument than lose you, sighing before finally whispering, “I love you, okay? Can we just fix this?”

boyfriend!rafe

boyfriend!rafe who will literally stop mid-conversation with someone if he sees you from across the room, his whole face lighting up like you hung the stars.

boyfriend!rafe who gets clingy when he’s tired, pulling you into his chest, lips pressed against your hair. “M’not letting go. Ever.”

boyfriend!rafe who watches you have gossip nights and help Wheezie through a tough time growing up, a rare genuine smile on his face

boyfriend!rafe who starts play-fights with you just so he can tackle you onto the bed. “You think you can take me, huh?” His smirk is dangerous, but his hands are gentle as he pins you down.

boyfriend!rafe who tugs you closer in bed, pressing his face into the crook of your neck, his voice groggy

boyfriend!rafe who traces small patterns on your skin whenever you cuddle, completely lost in the feeling of having you close

boyfriend!rafe who lets you get away with everything—you could wreck his car, and he’d just sigh and say, “Baby, just tell me next time, okay?”

boyfriend!rafe who pulls you into a bruising kiss mid-argument, growling against your lips, “Say you’re mine.” [nswf]

boyfriend!rafe who holds your wrists above your head, pinning you against the bed with that cocky smirk. “Stay still, baby. Let me enjoy this.” [nswf]

boyfriend!rafe who’s dangerous, intoxicating, a storm you can’t escape—but you don’t want to.

boyfriend!rafe who strokes your cheek with his thumb when he thinks you’re asleep, whispering, “I’d burn the world down for you.”

A/N: please do not copy and translate my works! in case of any issues related to this - I invite you to discuss privately :)

slowly it's time to come back here and regain the reach to you, so today something short :) feedback always welcome <3