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toruro · 2 years ago

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— ✧ exes and oh's

pairing. choi seungcheol x reader

description. when your ex-best friend breaks up with your other ex-best friend, you’re stuck between keeping this door (that you never wanted closed) shut tight, and making amends. naturally, choosing to let your heart open to the person who ripped it apart isn’t the easiest of decisions, but then again, life has a funny way of making you choose.

tags. smut (18+), UNEDITED (i wrote this mostly when i was half asleep, there will be missing words), angst, oral (f receiving), petnames, past toxic relationships/ friendships, referenced cheating, alcohol consumption (+ mentions of vomiting + poor decisions abt alcohol in general), rebuilding relationships, trust issues, joshua is extremely protective it's honestly a little annoying, a disgusting amount of internal monologue i am So sorry, theres a lot in this one so if i missed anything lmk

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w/c. 15.8k+

a/n. 1K SPECIAL SORRY IT'S A LITTLE LATE...anyways i really tried to make sure this wasn't super corny but i prob got carried away i can't even tell anymore. update. this is cringe as hell

Your day today is slow, like every other. You aren’t sure why you expect anything different—well maybe you do know. It’s the optimist in you, a small voice in your head says, as you drop down your bookbag next to Joshua’s chair, the two of you slipping into your seats. Optimism my ass, you shoot back at yourself.

“Can you cover my shift?” Joshua asks, turning to you on his chair. You two have just finished your econ lecture and are sitting in the library to catch up on notes.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you give him a wary look. “Joshua,” you whine, pulling out your notebook and pen down.

“C’mon you said you needed some extra cash, and I need the night off anyways. I’ll get you back with something,” he promises as you narrow your eyes.

“Now what do you have that makes you need the night off?”

“Well there’s this party—” he pauses when you huff.

“And what’s to say I wouldn’t like to go to this party?” you retort, slightly annoyed that he expects you to cover his shift over something like this.

Joshua signs, running a hand through his hair. “Well I can say that I don’t think you would be especially keen on going,” he tells you honestly, and then when you catch the look in his eyes you falter.

You think about probing further, but second guess yourself—you probably shouldn’t. It isn’t good for your heart. You are trying to work on putting yourself, your heart, first, but as they say, curiosity killed the cat. “Why do you say that?” you ask, and Joshua gives you that look.

He knows where this is going, and he’s slightly disappointed in you for going against your personal goal of not bringing it up. Then again, he doesn’t control you, and while he can try to guide you down the path of reparations and healing, he can’t force you anywhere.

“Cheol’s birthday is tomorrow,” he tells you like you don’t know. Like you don’t still have it marked down in bright blue sharpie on your calendar. It’s only been six months since you’ve last talked to him, and you don’t feel the need to buy a whole new calendar for the sake of getting rid of his and Yejin’s name.

That, and you don’t think taking his name off would help you forget anyways. Ten years, you think to yourself, ten years shouldn’t be disposed of as easily as a calendar, although it seems Yejin and Cheol had no problem doing just that.

Joshua catches you zoning out. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up.”

“No it’s okay,” you sigh, leaning back in your chair. “It’s not like I didn’t know, I don’t know why I asked.” Joshua looks at you sadly.

“The party…it’s going to be a big one, since Soonyoung is throwing it. You can come if you really want, you probably won’t run into Seungcheol anyways,” Joshua offers.

You scrunch up your face, shaking your head. “And Yejin? Either way, I don’t want to even think about how it would look if I showed up to a party for his birthday.”

Joshua gives you a wear look. “You don’t know?”

“Huh? Know what?”

“Cheol and Yejin broke up a while ago.”

“Oh.” You blink once, then twice, staring down at your shoes before inhaling sharply.

“I’m sorry. I thought you knew.”

You shrug, responding, “Whatever. Don’t apologize. I don’t have any business with either of them anyways.”

“Okay but—”

“Seriously Josh,” you mutter, turning to him so he can see the pleading look on your face. “Let’s talk about something else, yeah? I’ll cover your shift.” Joshua gives you a tentative look, opening his mouth before you stop him. “Seriously,” you repeat, “It’s fine.”

And the truth is, you are fine. Sure it hurts when you think about them too much, and even if they are broken up, it doesn’t really make you feel much better, but you are okay. Your days are often dull, yes, but you aren’t unhappy. You’re content, and being in your final year of university, you figure that being content is all you need.

Excitement and love are not quite at the forefront of your mind, and while it does cause a nasty knot to build up in your throat when you think about Cheol and Yejin and all the fun times you have spent with them, you quietly tell yourself that things just played out the way they were supposed to.

You tell yourself that if it didn’t work out, it wasn’t meant to work out. That your life had plans, and that those plans didn’t include them.

As you walk home, you scoff to yourself, thinking about how Cheol and Yejin were willing to give up ten years of friendship with you—with each other—for something that didn’t even last half a year.

Of course it’s painful, but at the end of the day, you’re okay with that.

“You’re pathetic,” Yejin spits out, and you feel yourself growing dizzy. Her animosity that’s more apparent than ever is all you can think about it, and it has your jaw going slack. “How could you—” her face contorts into something so full of hate that you brace yourself for her next words, “How could you do this to me?”

You still, blinking as you let the words sink in. You want to argue, to fight back, to defend yourself, but the words fall flat on your tongue. You want to scream, I didn’t do anything to you, want to tell her that your feelings aren’t there to hurt her, but you can’t. “Yejin—”

“It doesn’t even matter now,” she cuts you off, sucking in a sharp breath, her face that was momentarily scrunched up into anger is now relaxing, looking back at the door where music booms from the party.

“Are you just going to leave?” you manage to ask, steading your breaths as best as you can. Yejin looks at you and from the way she’s slightly taller than you, you nearly cower back in anticipation for her next words.

Yejin always did tend to have a bit of a mean streak, but only towards those she felt had wronged her—never to you. Always had a snarky comment to throw, but never in your direction. Always ready to be on the offense if she felt she needed to, and for the first time in your ten years of friendship, you know what it’s like to be on the receiving end.

Yejin never answers your question. “Cheol likes me,” she tells you as if it isn’t obvious. As if you haven’t mulled over that fact for the past month, the tell-tale lips of Joshua spilling you Seungcheol’s secrets many nights before. “He doesn’t like you.” Yejin pauses. “Because you’re boring.”

Your world stills. Everything was spinning in a hazy maze a moment ago but now it all has paused and her words are hitting you in slow motion. “What?” you try to ask but your voice comes out hardly above a whisper.

Yejin scoffs, and you know in this moment that that is the meanest thing she could have done. “You’re boring,” she repeats, “and that’s why—” she takes a deep breath, “—even if he didn’t like me, he wouldn’t like you, so I’m telling you now to give up.”

You gulp, and the words spill out of your mouth before you can stop. “I was never going to make a move on him,” you retort, finally finding the words stuck in your throat, and while you gain confidence for a moment, it withers away when you catch the amused look on Yejin’s face. “I can’t believe you would think I’d go for him if you liked him.”

“That’s your problem!” Yejin exclaims exasperatedly. “You were going to do nothing even if none of us found out,” she spits out, and you feel your knees growing wobbly again as Yejin continues. “You claim you love him but you’re just willing to give him up like that? That’s pathetic. You are pathetic.”

She turns on her heel, and you call out to her one last time. “Are you—”

“Get Joshua to drive you home,” is the last thing she ever says to you.

Taking Joshua’s shift is boring. Not that you expect anything different—getting you excited for work is not one of your optimism’s capabilities. Evenings at the coffee shop are busier than one would expect, but after considering the fact that it’s the only one open past seven p.m. on campus, the crowd begins to make sense.

You spend your time making drinks for the many students who are—much like yourself—simply trying to get through the night, but you would be lying if you say you don’t notice that the turn out is a little…smaller. After all, it is a Friday evening and Soonyoung’s parties are infamous on campus for being…well for being thrown by Soonyoung.

He’ll invite anyone and everyone, so you wouldn’t be surprised if your instagram feed will be filled with nothing but pictures from Cheol’s party tonight. Not that you care. You don’t want to go, you have no reason to.

Still, you wonder: would Yejin show up? If they did break up, like Joshua told you, what were the circumstances? Are they still friends? What happened? Why did they—

No.You shouldn’t do this to yourself, you can’t. Yejin isn’t your friend anymore, and neither is Cheol. What happened between them shouldn’t be your business—it isn’t. Leave it alone, you tell yourself, tapping your foot on the ground.

Yet, every time you look over the empty seats that fill the cafe, you’re reminded of just why not many people are here tonight. Seungcheol. Chewing on your bottom lip, you go against your better judgment and pull out your phone, immediately tapping on instagram.

Your stories are filled with a plethora of videos and pictures from the house that Cheol shares with Jeonghan and some other friends. It’s dark both inside and out, the only thing illuminating the house being led lights and pool lights in the backyard.Fondly, you remember last summer and Cheol’s birthday, which was spent at his house with you. Yejin, and some other friends in his pool from morning ‘til night. Fun times, you think, and you quietly wonder if Cheol will remember those memories today, or if he will leave them in his dust.

Tapping through the stories, you purse your lips together, inhale sharply, and begin to make yourself a drink. It’s too late in the evening for you to be thinking about this.

Seungcheol’s head is pounding. He can hear his heartbeat ringing in his ears and then there’s the music that has its vibrations going straight to his heart as he stumbles over his own words.

Lights everywhere flashing different colors and he isn’t sure when one cup turns into two, which turns into three, which turns into fuck-knows-how-many until Jeonghan is grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pushing him into an empty room, calling Joshua over.

Again, Seungcheol’s head is pounding. And he fucking loves it.

Joshua and Jeonghan, on the other hand, are frustrated. Cheol is trying to push through them, clawing for the door as his legs hit each other in a mangled mess until he’s falling onto them as they hold him back.

“You guys can’t fucking do this,” he whines, throwing his head back as he brings a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“When you said you were going to go crazy tonight,” Joshua mutters, “I didn’t realize you meant literally. Are fucking insane?” he hisses.

Cheol gives him an angry look, seeming to sober up for a moment as he straightens his back. “It’s my birthday, giving me a fucking break.”

“If you keep acting like this it’s going to be your death day soon too,” Jeonghan warns, earning him a glare.

“Seriously, do you want alcohol poisoning or something?” Joshua agrees. “Don’t drink anything else for the night, I’m serious.”

“And if I do?” Seungcheol challenges.

“We’ll tell Soonyoung to call it all off. You know he’ll do it if we ask,” Jeonghan states simply.

Cheol scoffs, but doesn’t reply, exercising his last bit of common sense to understand what Jeonghan and Joshua say, they mean. He needs to tread lightly.

Not that he cares much. He hasn’t got much to lose—Cheol only suggested this party because he knew that if it was anything short of big, he’d be reminded of the missing holes in his life right now.

His plan was unsuccessful, clearly, because even with cups after cups of spike punch, he’s still mulling over the fact there’s over a hundred people in this house and not a single one of them is you. Cheol had asked Joshua to bring it up with you—asked him to lead you in the right direction. The right direction being him.

He wasn’t really sure what his expectations were when he suggested it, but now it’s clear that Cheol really was expecting you to show up. He didn’t prepare for any other outcome, especially not one like this, where he’s wasted before the clock even strikes twelve. He’s on the verge of passing out when Joshua leaves the room, only Jeonghan and Cheol in each other’s presence as the former makes sure his elder doesn’t collapse.

Seungcheol’s head is pounding and he thinks it feels fucking great.

Fuck, he really needs to throw up.

You’re back at the cafe two days later, once again spending your evening serving students. It’s a bit of a lighter day, so only you and Jeongyeon are working, catching up and making light conversation through the day.

“Tired?” you ask her, when you catch her leaning against the counter with a wince.

She nods, turning up to look at you. “Chemistry is killing me. I want to cry just thinking about my next exam,” whe groans, throwing her head back. “I think humans have evolved too much. There’s no reason we should have explore this much about like, fucking atoms. Why can’t we just be happy creatures—ignorance is bliss, after all.”

You laugh out loud, not bothering to look at the door when you hear the bell of its opening ringing. “Take a break, yeah? I’ll manage for the next half an hour, if you just wanna sit and chill for a bit,” you offer, Jeongyeon letting out a sigh of relief.

“Are you serious?” she exclaims before hugging you tightly. “I fucking love you,” she says, pulling away and hopping down the back counter and to the back room while you smile widely before turning around to face the new customer at the counter.

Your smile drops faster than you can blink.

Seungcheol’s smile, at one time, was among one of your favorite sights on the whole damn planet. Now, you can’t help but turn away, too scared to look him in the eye. Scared that if you look long enough, you’ll find something you aren’t ready to see.

Don’t falter, you tell yourself. You haven’t been healing for months for it to amount to nothing. “What can I get you?” you ask casually, looking down at the cashier tablet, pretending to look through the catalog.

You didn’t look at him long enough to see if his smile vanished just as quickly as yours, to see if he expected you, to know what he was thinking at all honestly. You aren’t ready for that, and it’s pathetic, you think to yourself.

“Uh,” is the first thing you hear Cheol say to you after six months. You aren’t sure what you’re expecting him to follow with, but it is most definitely not, “Don’t you know my usual?”

It takes all your self control to not snap your eyes up and say, of course I know your usual, I never forgot, how could I forget, it’s always an iced latte with—“No, sorry, I don’t,” you say flatly, still not looking at him.

Cheol is slightly surprised by your choice of words, partly because when Joshua told him that your door was shut and not going to budge open, he didn’t really believe him. Maybe he knew he wouldn’t be able to hit it straight off the bat when he tried to reconcile, but he definitely wasn’t expecting this.

Not that he planned this—he knew you worked here, just not when. Cheol was just struck with luck when he walked in, ready to order a coffee when his eyes landed on your familiar figure this evening, and as an opportunist, he just couldn’t turn down the chance to try and talk to you.

Of course now, he isn’t sure if this course of action was the right one—you were never cold, not to him, not to Yejin, not to anyone really. It’s weird, he thinks.

“Iced latte with hazelnut syrup, please,” he replies with a small nod of acceptance. Joshua was right. Your door was locked.

“Your drink will come out over there,” you say, pointing over to the left counter. “Cash or card?”

He thinks it’s worth a shot to try again. “When was the last time I used anything but card?” Cheol accepts defeat when you don’t crack a smile, not even one bit.

“So you’re using card?” you ask plainly, turning the tablet over so he can swipe down. Cheol chuckles nervously as he pulls out his wallet. He doesn’t say anything after that, and for that, you are grateful.

Once he’s done paying, you turn on your heel quickly and make his drink. You don’t look up, don’t turn back—you don’t know if you’re ready to see him watching you, if he is at all. You aren’t sure what you’d like more: having him watching you, or having him not.

Gulping down a hard lump in your throat as you wait to pull the shot of espresso, you think deeply. It’s just how Jeongyeon said it, you figure: ignorance is bliss.

Jeongyeon thinks parties aren’t your thing. “They just don’t suit you,” she explains when you’re working one afternoon.

You furrow your eyebrows. “What do you mean not my thing?”

She shrugs, carrying in some boxes of cups. “It’s not a bad thing—I’m not calling you boring or anything—I’m just saying. You’re a very work-at-a-coffee-shop kind of girl, and not a let’s-go-party kind of girl, you know?”

The word bounces around in your mind. Boring.

“I can be both,” you huff. “You’re only saying this because I actually do work at a coffee shop.”

“Whatever,” Jeongyeon shrugs. “Come with me tonight then?”

You scrunch up your face. “Tonight? I work tonight,” you tell her with a frown.

“Get Hyunwoo to cover your shift then, I’m sure he’ll do it,” she suggests. You sigh, pulling out your phone to text your other co-worker.

“Okay, but if he says no it isn’t my fault.”

“Ya-da, ya-da, ya-da,” Jeongyeon mutters, waving her hand at you with a sly grin. “So I’ll see you tonight?” he asks with an eyebrow raised.

“If Hyunwoo is willing to give up his Saturday evening, I guess so.”

“Ugh, he better agree. Tell him if he does it, I’ll set him up on a date with Nayeon.”

You roll your eyes with a small giggle. “You need to stop using her to get what you want—she’s going to stop being your friend if you keep setting her up on dates so people can do you favors.”

“If that ends up happening…” Jeongyeon’s voice trails off as she glances at you. “…well that’s what you’re here for!”

It’s how you end up putting on some cute pants and black crop top that you’ve been saving for a night just like. Jeongyeon and you are ubering the way to whoever’s house this party is at, and you’re pretty sure neither of you have a good idea of how you’re supposed to get home, but that’s a problem for another time.

When you arrive, the house is already packed, but the two of you don’t have too much trouble slipping through the open door and into the crowd of people that fill each room. You haven’t been to a party in a while, and the loud music along with the rush you naturally feel when you're around so many people starts to return to you.

You see many faces—mostly ones you recognize, but the names fall flat on your tongue. Like you said, it’s been a while since you’ve come to a party.

When you make your way to the kitchen, you’re greeted by a kind, familiar voice. Smiling at Joshua as he calls out your name, you give him a sideways hug before you make your way to the counter with all the drinks. “Fancy seeing you here,” he teases, and you push him lightly. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

“Jeongyeon invited me last minute…I had to get Hyunwoo to take my shift,” you explain.

“Ah, that makes sense,” and there’s a funny look on his face when he says it.

“What’s with that face?”

“Nothing! It’s just…”

“Just what?”

“You know Hyunwoo likes you, right?” Joshua says casually, pouring you a cup of punch. Usually, you don’t trust what other people hand to you, but Joshua is a safe exception.

“What?” you ask, eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. “You’re lying. Did he tell you that?”

“Not directly…but it’s obvious. Seriously, who gives up their Saturday evening unless they’re making major bank or they have a crush.”

“Whatever. He’s a sophomore,” you murmur, taking a sip of the drink. It’s so sweet it almost masks the taste of alcohol. “Plus, he’s not my type. And I’m not interested in dating. I have too much going on,” you list.

“Please,” Joshua scoffs. “Your thesis and being a barista is not too much.”

“Shut up! I’m here, at a party, aren’t I?”

“Will you come to the next one?”

“That depends.”

“On?” he asks hopefully.

“Hm,” you hum, tapping a finger on your chin. “When, where, who, why, how.”

“Ugh, you’re seriously annoying about this. Just show up when I call you next, okay?”

“No promises. This night better be good if you want me to live up to that.”

“Well I’m not throwing this party so I can’t control that.”

You grin. “Too bad.” You’re having fun, you realize, even if it’s with the comfort of Joshua. You’re glad Jeongyeon brought you here. Joshua glances around for a moment and then back at you, opening his mouth to speak. “Don’t worry about me,” you tell him before he can say anything, “I can take care of myself.”

“I know, I just—” he stops himself. You know where this is going, and Joshua knows he doesn’t really need to say it. Cheol is here.

“It’s okay,” you tell him, patting his shoulder firmly, and in this moment you aren’t lying. Not to yourself, not to Joshua. It is okay. You are okay.

He watches you for a moment and then nods, ruffling your hair for a moment before waving goodbye to head off in some other room. You spend the next few minutes tossing your now empty cup to the side, heading off to some other room to find Jeongyeon. She’s dancing with some friends and the moment her eyes lay on you, she notices the deep flush to your face.

Calling you over, you dance with Jeongyeon, music blaring in your ear as you’re pressed up against her and other girls you’re sure you knew the names of at some point in your life. It’s exhilarating for a moment, but then suddenly, after around fifteen minutes, it isn’t.

“I’m going to head out for a breather,” you tell Jeongyeon loudly over the music, and she doesn’t seem to hear your words but with the way you’re pointing at the back door, she figures out what you’re saying. Nodding with a thumbs up, she smiles before turning back to dance along with her friends as you slip out of the huddle of people.

You notice a familiar face from the corner of your vision, but you feel too hot and the air is too stuffy for you to bear another second longer, escaping to the backyard.

It’s quiet outside. The night air is cool, and you now realize why no one is out in the pool like they usually are. Looking down at your feet, you contemplate your next actions for a moment before rolling up the hem of your pants until your knees and sitting by the edge of the pool, dipping in your legs.

You hiss at the cool feeling for a moment, but quickly adjust—you’ve been feeling too hot all evening and this is exactly what you need to take a moment to calm down. Alcohol has never quite been your best friend, the liquid always sending a flush of heat through your whole body.

The water soothes you, and you feel at peace for a moment. Then there’s the sound of the door sliding open and a familiar patter of footsteps thuds against the concrete.

“Isn’t the water cold?” Jeonghan says casually, standing next to you.

You shrug. “I needed to cool down.”

“Hm, fair,” he murmurs, sitting down himself and crossing his legs on the concrete edge of the pool. “It’s been a minute.”

“Has it?” you reply quietly. Yeah. It’s only been six months. You don’t let Jeonghan know that you’ve been counting.

“You don’t stop by to drop off the old pastries anymore,” he says. “Mingyu tries to make croissants now, but it’s the one thing he isn’t great at baking.”

You aren’t sure if it’s the alcohol speaking but you’re blunt when you respond, “That sucks.” Jeonghan laughs quietly, nodding. He isn’t used to you being like this —when Cheol said you were different, he wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but it wasn’t really this.

“How’s school? You working on your thesis and shit?”

You shrug. “I guess. Busy times.”

“You’re being awfully cold,” Jeonghan says with a tick of his tongue. “D’you not have any drinks—you’re always more fun when you’re drunk.”

“Thanks,” you mutter with furrowed eyebrows. Yejin used to tell you that.

“Sorry, that was rude,” Jeonghan says quickly when he notices how you still. “I didn’t mean it like that—I mean, I guess everyone is more fun when they’re drunk.” You chuckle a little at that and he lets out a sigh of relief at the fact that he’s able to get you to loosen up, even just a little. There’s an awkward silence that settles over the two of you as he watches you as you kick your feet in the water. Jeonghan thinks he might take his chances.“He misses you.”

You feel tears well up in your eyes, and you really hope Jeonghan doesn’t notice. You hate how you know who he’s talking about right away, not needing to say the name. “Jeonghan,” you say, and you know that your wobbly voice gives it all away, “Do you really think that’s fair?”

He says your name, and you turn away.

“Do you think that’s fair to me?” Jeonghan doesn’t say anything, so you continue. “He misses me? What about me? What about how I feel? Has Cheol thought about that? Has he?”

“I’m not trying to say it’s fair, I’m just telling you how he’s feeling—”

“Okay? There isn’t much for me to do about it,” you reply quickly. “Cheol and Yejin—” you let out a humorless laugh, “—it isn’t fair. Life isn’t fair. I was able to deal with it. I’m sure Cheol can too.”

“He’s really upset with himself for it,” Jeonghan tries to reason. “Even when he was with Yejin. They’d have arguments about it.”

“Okay? It’s not like I asked him to do that. It’s not like he was my friend to tell me about it.”

“Well if you would just listen—”

“No, you listen,” you say firmly, scrunching up your eyebrows. “Did you know what Yejin said to me the last time we spoke?” Jeonghan shakes his head. “She told me I was boring,” you spit out, and you realize that it’s the first time you’ve ever actually recounted that night to anyone but yourself. “And that she wasn’t even mad that I liked Cheol, but that she hated how I let her have him.” You pause to wipe away some tears. “And she was right. I didn’t put myself first. I could have told Cheol first, could’ve worked things out before she found out, could’ve done something for him, but I didn’t, and I’m not going to make that same mistake again so right now I am going to put myself first.”

Jeonghan is frowning now at the intake of all this information. It’s his first time hearing your side of the story, and he can’t help but get confused with the different timeline’s he’s got going on inside of his head. “Is this really putting yourself first?” he finally asks, and you glare at him.

“Excuse me?”

“I’m just saying. He was your best friend for a whole decade. Maybe having him back in your life will do more good than you think.”

You scoff. “You mean do Cheol more good to his life. Don’t look at me like that—what do you know about me that makes you so sure of this?”

“Cheol knows you, you know him, and as far as I know, you could use a friend or two.”

“Thanks for calling me friendless,” you say dryly. “But in case you haven’t noticed, I’m fine. I am over it, and I don’t mind having two less friends. And either way, Cheol couldn’t have been that good of a friend if he was willing to just let go of me like that after all those years.” Jeonghan stays silent. “I don’t need more drama in my life anyways,” you conclude, pulling your feet out of the water and standing up.

“You’re not going to give him a second chance?”

You don’t answer as you walk away.

Choi Seungcheol isn’t drunk, for once in his life. Okay that is an exaggeration, but it’s the first time in a few months that he isn’t stumbling over himself at a party. It’s the first time in a long while that he hasn’t even had a sip of alcohol at this outing, and honestly, he’s quite proud of himself.

He knows why that is, and he isn’t afraid to admit it. When Joshua walks past him and gives him a funny look, Cheol knows what’s up. “No drinks?” Joshua asks, quirking up a brow.

“Joshua,” he murmurs, and he’s surprised his friend can even hear him over the music. “Jeonghan is talking to her.”

Joshua purses his lips. “Yeah, I know.”

Choi Seungcheol is quiet at a party, for the first time in…well pretty much ever. He isn’t under the influence, but it feels like everything is racing through his mind at a hundred miles per hour. Leaning against the wall, Joshua softens his gaze.

“Loosen up,” he says, and then thinks again. “And please don’t do anything stupid.”

“I’m not drunk,” Cheol scoffs, standing up straight as he glances out the back door, watching you kick the pool water. He remembers his birthday party over a year ago—the pool, you, Yejin, fun. Cheol walks away, not sure where he’s heading and Joshua, using his better judgment, doesn’t follow.

Choi Seungcheol isn’t drunk, but he might as well be out of his damn mind.

Tonight is not your night.

Your head is pounding. You fucking hate it. You don’t like getting drunk, at least not like this. Not in the way that you’re seeing two of everything. Not in the way that your body feels like it’s on fire, sweat soaking your sheen black shirt. Not in the way that you’re thinking about everything you shouldn’t.

After your conversation with Jeonghan, you realize you don’t have an answer. Pandora’s box is too tempting, and all your better judgment tells you to leave this door closed. To bury it up, throw it into the ocean, burn it—anything to keep it away from you, but the alcohol that courses through your veins brings the memories flooding back.

Now, you aren’t sure if your head hurts from thinking about Cheol, or from the alcohol, or both.

It’s too much.

You lean against one of the steps as you sit on the stairs, clutching a bottle of water close to your chest. Jeongyeon is…she’s fuck knows where. You lost track of her hours ago—after you came back in from the backyard, you got lost in conversations with people you haven’t caught up with in ages, and one thing led to the next and now you’re on nth drink.

You feel dizzy and the cup in your hand without the water bottle slips past your fingers and before you can act quick enough, the cup is tumbling down the two steps in front of you and spilling all over the floor. Granted, it isn’t the only mess made in this house tonight, and by the looks of it, it won’t be the last, but you still feel bad, quickly scrambling up to pick up your cup and find some tissues.

As you lean forward and stumble over the steps a little, you realize your center of gravity is off and you’re about to fall forward, quickly holding out your hands to brace your fall. As you land on the ground with a thud, your mind spins—everything spins, you feel too warm, and then you feel your drink stain your pants in the spot you fell onto and—fuck, this really is too much for you.

Maybe you should’ve just accepted what Jeongyeon said. Maybe—fuck, who are you kidding—parties definitely don’t suit you. You’d be a fool to deny that now, especially when you’re aching to just leave already, even though you never made any plans of getting home.

That problem that you saved to deal with “at a later time” is becoming a problem you need to deal with now and you race through your options, all while seated on the floor, forgetting about how you need to clean up this mess.

It’s when your head starts to hurt and you scrunch up your face in hopes to soothe your headache when you hear his voice. A warm hand wrapped around your wrist and then it’s pulling you up and onto your wobbly legs. “Let’s get you out of here,” Cheol mumbles, and without weighing the consequences of your actions, you nod along.

You don’t care anymore. You need to leave, and if Cheol is the path to getting out, you won’t mind.

When his arms lead you out the front door and into the night, you feel cold. Extremely cold. Maybe it’s because your body is so warm, maybe it’s because the wet alcohol on your pants is sending shivers up your spine—maybe it’s that you’re starting to slowly realize who you’re with.

Standing on the grass, you aren’t sure what to do now. What should you do? What does Cheol want you to do—you stop yourself. It shouldn’t matter what he wants you to do, you remind yourself, so why do you find your gaze lazily making its way over to his face?

Fuck ignorance and its bliss. Right now, you want to know what Cheol is thinking. He’s looking down at you, and suddenly you feel small. His face isn’t demeaning, it’s not angry, he’s not upset, but you just feel so pathetic.

And god, do you hate that word. It echoes in your head. Your dirtied pants, flushed and puffy cheeks, disheveled hair, all as you struggle to stand up—pathetic. You turn away from him, not being able to watch him watch you any longer.

“Let me drive you home,” he says finally over the thick air.

“You’re drunk,” you protest mindlessly—you don’t have a clue if that’s true at all, but knowing Cheol, it probably is.

“I haven’t had anything all night.” Nevermind, you tell yourself, maybe you don’t know him at all. Can six months really change a person that much?

Cheol is thinking the same thing about you. Your eyes are glossy and you look so out of it and he can’t even remember the last time he saw you like this—the only memories he has are when you first got drunk with him and Yejin in high school. The memory shoots an arrow at his heart, but he brushes off the feeling, focusing on you right now.

“Trust me,” he says. You blink a few times, staring at the ground, then at the sky, and then at Cheol. “Trust me,” he repeats, and now you remember just how well you know him. Cheol isn’t asking right now, no, he’s begging. You think as deeply as your wasted mind will let you.

Do you trust Cheol? No.

Cheol hurt you. Yejin hurt you.

Is this about Yejin? No.

Do you trust Cheol? No.

What is this about? I don’t know.

Do you trust Cheol? I don’t know.

Can you trust Cheol? …

He places a hand on your shoulder and the touch is firm.

Can you trust Cheol? Of course you can.

His eyes are soft as you look up at him.

Do you trust Cheol? Absolutely.

Optimism would say that you left the door unlocked. Joshua would disagree and say that you weren’t going to be inside even if the door was wide open. Jeonghan, surprisingly, doesn’t agree with Joshua—your words were harsh, but the water streaming down your cheeks told him that there was more going on in your head than you let on.

Seungcheol tends to only listen to what he wants to hear, at least that’s what all his friends have noticed. They saw it with Yejin—ignoring all the red flags, late nights of arguing until Cheol would murmur, “it’s fine, let’s just go to sleep.” Reality wasn’t the easiest for him to face, and now it’s more apparent than ever.

“He’s too optimistic about her,” Joshua sighs, throwing himself onto his friend’s couch the morning after. He slept over at his friends’ place, and they follow carefully behind him now.

“He still has hope?” Mingyu asks incredulously, sitting on an armchair.

“Too much of it,” Joshua replies, sitting up straight so that there’s room for Jeonghan on the couch.

“She’s still nice to me,” Mingyu says thoughtfully. “Maybe she doesn’t hate him.”

“Well that doesn’t mean anything,” Jeonghan says. “She’s still close friends with Joshua, so I don’t think she’s going to let that whole situation get in the way of her own friendships.”

Joshua nods in agreement, adding, “That, and I never said she hated Cheol.”

Mingyu furrows his eyebrows. “She doesn’t?”

“I don’t think she ever did,” Joshua says honestly, leaning back into the cushions as he stretches his arms.

“Really? I would’ve,” Mingyu admits and Jeonghan rolls his eyes.

“We know that you would,” he teases, causing the taller boy to pout but keep his mouth shut. “Anyways, I think Cheol is going to keep trying.”

“I know he will,” Joshua mutters, running a hand over his face. “He’s going to go in circles after her.”

“She’s not gonna give in?” Mingyu asks, and Joshua shakes his head, but Jeonghan puts his hand up in protest.

“I think she might eventually come ‘round to a stop,” he says, and Joshua shoots him a look of surprise. “I dunno, I know you and her are close, but I just have a feeling. We’ll have to see.”

“Don’t let Cheol hear that. He’ll take it as a sign to never stop,” Joshua warns.

Seungcheol doesn’t hear this conversation now or ever, but he never had plans of stopping in the first place. He was always more optimistic than you—than anyone you knew, really—and anyone who knows him should know better than to underestimate the extent of his determination.

Jeonghan and Joshua are making that mistake right now, and even though Cheol will never know what they said, he is determined to prove them wrong, for the sake of his own sanity.

Jeongyeon picks up the phone after the first ring. “I am so sorry,” she babbles into the line. “I—fuck—we should’ve figured out a ride—I mean I should’ve figured out a ride since I basically forced you to come and I knew I would be drinking and—god, I am so sorry.”

Your head rings at the way her voice blares through the phone, and you sit up and against your headboard. You woke up only moments ago, greeted by a million texts from Jeongyeon, not bothering to soothe your hangover headache before calling her back—she must have been worried, you told yourself.

“It’s okay,” you mumble, reaching over to grab some water from your bedside table. “I got a safe ride home.”

“Yeah, Joshua told me…but still, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left you to find a ride on your own.” “Don’t apologize Jeongyeon, I left you without a ride too so stop apologizing or else you’ll start to make me feel bad.”

You can hear her huff on the other end, and you smile. “Okay fine, but seriously. I’ll cover one of your shifts or something soon because I feel bad for even taking you. You looked miserable.”

“That was only because Jeonghan came up to me,” you tell her honestly.

“Jeonghan? Like Seungcheol’s friend?” she says, and you can tell from her voice that she’s hesitating to even say his name.

“Yes,” you sigh softly. Jeongyeon wants to know more, you can feel it, but you aren’t in the mood to bring it up, at least not with her. “It’s whatever. I’ll see you Wednesday?”

She pauses for a moment, seemingly trying to comprehend your quick switch of topics. “Uh, sure. Text me if you need anything, okay?”

“Mhm,” you hum, pulling back your phone as you click to hang up. Letting your head fall back onto your pillow, you inhale deeply. You remember the night before too vividly—even if you were drunk, there was too much happening for you to forget.

You know you can’t forget, so you decide to do just what you’ve been doing for the past half year: ignore. It’s what you’re best at, after all. Yet as your day goes on, your mind begins to trail off. You think, and you think, and you think until you aren’t sure what was real and what was not from last night.

You start to realize that you aren’t as good at ignoring as you like to think.

“You think too much,” Hyunwoo jokes, watching you stare at the shot of espresso in front of you. You’d made it for yourself as an attempt to feel more energized after your lecture, but you find yourself zoning out as the small cup sits on the counter, waiting for you to gulp it down.

“Uh, sorry,” you murmur, shaking your head a little. “This shift is light and we haven’t had any customers in a few minutes so I just…”

“It’s fine,” Hyunwoo replies with a smile, and you purse your lips. Ever since Joshua told you that Hyunwoo likes you, you’ve been warning yourself to tread lightly. Not that he isn’t a good guy—Hyunwoo is great—he’s just not your type.

What is your type? The thought is swept out of your mind before you even come up with an answer, swooping up the shot of espresso and holding it up to your lips.

It’s been three days since the party, and you haven’t talked to Joshua in a minute, so your mind is slightly frazzled. Hyunwoo is nice, but you miss the comfort of your close friend, and maybe you’re just a little curious to see if he has anything to say about Cheol driving you home that night.

You’re sure he does—you can already predict his words: “you told yourself you wouldn’t talk to him.” Joshua might be harsh with his words, but you feel with the way you’ve been losing your damn mind recently, you need someone like him to bring you back to reality.

Maybe that’s what went wrong with you, with Cheol, with Yejin—with the three of you. You and Cheol were too lost in fantasies, Yejin always holding you two down. She was right—Cheol wouldn’t like you. Two people who didn’t know a reality other than their imaginations couldn’t work out.

Cheol needed someone to ground himself, you needed someone to ground yourself, and at the end of the day, Yejin chose to help him. You still think about what you would have done if you were in her situation, and after months, you can’t come up with an answer.

You remember the events leading up to her decision like it’s as clear as day, and no matter how many times you replay that moment, you don’t know what to think, except that you’re angry, you’re sad—they left you.

“I heard you and Joshua,” Yejin tells you quietly, and you feel your heart stop. “You like Seungcheol?” and the way she uses his full name makes you feel almost ashamed for confirming it with a nod.

“I—” you pause, “—I didn’t know you liked him.”

“I love him,” she corrects you.

“Oh,” is all you manage out.

“You’re pathetic.”

That was the start of it. Yejin sent Chaeyoung over the next day to pick up her stuff from your apartment. You didn’t hear another word from Cheol. The last thing you remember him saying to you was from that night is still a jumble in your head.

You hate crying, and everyone knows it. So when you sprint out of the room minutes after Yejin, eyes red and puffy, Cheol knows something is wrong. Before he can walk up to you, there’s a hand on his shoulder and Yejin has her head pushed up next to his ear.

You don’t know what she tells him, but his gaze falters. The last thing you hear him say is your name quietly as you rush away.

That night, Joshua drives you home while you think about how you’re going to tell your mother that Cheol and Yejin won’t be coming to your house for spring break.

That was six months ago. Of course, six months pales in comparison to the decade you spent as friends. The years from middle school, to high school, to college—you three side by side. Things changed so quickly, too quickly.

Sometimes you think about what she might’ve told him—what she could’ve said that made him turn away at every gathering you were both at after that. That made him erase the years you shared before all this. That made you all strangers.

You figure things like this will never make sense to you. You don’t understand now, and you probably never will—you are content with that.

At least, up until three days ago you were. Some small voice in your head is reminding you of the confusion, the hurt, the heartbreak you felt when it all happened. Now, you’re more desperate than ever to know what exactly happened, it’s just a matter of if you’re willing to go down this rabbit hole of reconnection.

It’s like the universe hears you and laughs. The ringing of the door fills the little cafe and you’re pushing yourself off the counter, nodding and Hyunwoo. “I got it,” you tell him, dropping your cup in the sink and walking over to the register.

Of course it’s Cheol standing in front of you. You can’t tell if he found out your schedule from Joshua (but no, Joshua wouldn’t do that to you) or if it’s just something like fate. Fate.

You sigh, preparing yourself for yet another onslaught of thoughts. “What can I get you?”

There’s something mischievous glinting in his eyes. “Don’t you remember my usual?” Cheol attempts, and you’re surprised by his forwardness. Don’t be shocked, you think. Cheol never backs down, never stops trying.

Do you give in? Just this once? He did help you out that night—you aren’t sure if you’d be able to get home in one piece if it weren’t for him. Then again, it could’ve just been one of Cheol’s kind favors, something that isn’t reserved for only you, but just any drunk girl in general. You don’t want to mistake his qualities of a gentleman with him holding out a figurative olive branch.

Trust me, his words are like a broken record in your mind.

You’re thinking too much. Fuck, if he didn’t hold out the olive branch that night, you’re going to try to now.

“Iced latte with hazelnut syrup,” you say quietly, tapping it into the tablet. You’re scared to look up because you know he's grinning. You shouldn’t want to be the reason behind his smiles, but you do.

“Thanks,” he chirps, holding out his card so you can turn around the tablet for him.

“Your order will come out on your left,” you tell him, not looking up. You expect things to stop now, for things to quietly go back to normal.

“Hey, when do you get off?”

You do a double take to make sure you heard him correctly. “Sorry?” You finally look up at him and god, you start to remember why you loved his smile so much.

“I asked when you get off from your shift? Six?”

“I—uh, yeah,” you reply without thinking. “How’d you know?”

“That’s when Joshua gets off on Fridays. Just a guess,” he shrugs. You purse your lips and don’t respond, not sure where to take things from here; yeah you held out the branch but you didn’t expect him to grab it just this quickly. “Can I stay until then?”

You should say no. You really should say no. But then you’re thrown back to three days ago and the words are sounding an awful lot like trust me, trust me, and then you realize you just can’t deny him.

“Okay,” you say softly. You can tell from the look of relief on Cheol’s face that he wasn’t expecting this, and you aren’t sure what to take from that. As you turn to make his drink, you glance at the clock. Thirty seven minutes before your shift ends, and you can’t figure out if you’re going to try and make the time before them fly or go slow.

Handing Cheol his drink, you don’t say anything, your movements swift as you try and unbox your own feelings. Of course, you aren’t given the liberty to do that, not when Hyunwoo is standing in front of you.

“Is that Seungcheol?”

“Take a wild guess,” you mutter, closing your eyes tightly for a moment. Maybe if you think hard enough you’ll realize it’s just a dream where your actions have no real consequences.

“I thought you two didn’t talk.”

“Did Joshua tell you that?”

“Kind of…maybe…I sorta figured it out on my own,” Hyunwoo admits. “Sorry, that sounds weird.” You sigh softly, feeling bad for how flustered Hyunwoo is.

“It’s okay…let’s just get back to work,” you suggest, turning away to clean up some of the counters with your extra time.

You don’t notice it, but Cheol watches the conversation between you and Hyunwoo unfold, and while he can’t hear what you two are saying, he has a feeling he won’t like it. He has to remind himself to not have high expectations, to not get his hopes up, just like Jeonghan and Joshua warn, but he just can’t help it.

But when you agree to see him after your shift (he knows you didn’t technically agree to that, but he knows you and is sure that you caught onto his underlying message), he just has to stay hopeful. So as he patiently waits for the clock to strike six, he thinks about what to say.

To be honest, this all happened on a whim. Again, he didn’t really know that you were working today, he just happened to get lucky. Cheol himself isn’t sure what exactly he wants to say to you, he just knows it is a lot.

He thinks about you a lot. The good, the bad, all the in between—Seungcheol misses you. And he knows that it isn’t fair, that he shouldn’t do this, that he doesn’t have the right—Joshua has made that clear to him on numerous occasions.

“She’s fine without you.”

“But—”

“You don’t have a say about being in her life.”

“And you do?” Cheol shoots out.

Joshua steps back. “I don’t either, but I know how she’s doing better than you. I know how she felt after everything happened.”

Cheol pauses. That, Joshua did. Cheol didn’t know anything, did he? “This isn’t about you, it’s about me and it’s about her.”

“There is no you and her,” Joshua says bluntly. Cheol doesn’t say anything, but he knows in his mind that he needs to change that.

Cheol lets the idea run through his mind, that he's making a royal mistake right now, and all this is going to amount to nothing. He doesn’t mull over it for longer than ten seconds. He is going to do this, and if he doesn’t, he’d be damned if he didn’t at least try.

You get off your shift while Hyunwoo continues his. “You’re going to talk to him?” he asks with knitted eyebrows, pointing at Cheol.

“Uh, yeah,” you say sheepishly in the back, untying your apron. “Don’t tell Joshua, he’ll kick my ass,” you add, only only half joking. Joshua definitely won’t let you hear the end of this, but that is another problem for another time. Hanging up your apron, you grab your backpack from the shelf and slip to the back door. “See you later!” you chirp, throwing Hyunwoo one last wave before you enter the seating area from the back to make your way to Cheol who’s sitting at an elevated stool by the window.

Your once confident strides are much smaller now, you find yourself holding back each one more and more. Do you really want this? Trust me. You’ll just have to find out. “Hey,” you say quietly, and this time you don’t let your gaze fall, tapping on Cheol’s shoulder. He turns around quickly, straw in his mouth as he drinks the half finished drink with a smile.

“Hey, you’re early,” he states casually, glancing at the time. It’s 5:57.

“I guess,” you reply, voice as still as you can manage.

“You’ve probably been here for a while,” Cheol murmurs to himself, getting up from his seat. “You want to go on a walk? The weather is nice right now.”

You want to roll your eyes and tease him, saying “it’s August, of course the weather is nice,” but you stop yourself—you aren’t sure if you’re ready for that level of comfort yet. “Sure,” you agree instead, adjusting your bag over your shoulder as you follow him out the door and onto the main street.

“How was work? Stopped working at the bakery, huh?” he says, and you just don’t get it. How is he being so casual? How is he acting like this is the first time you two have had a real conversation in months? How is he—you don’t even realize you’ve stopped walking until he calls out your name. God, you really missed how it sounded when he said your name. “What’s wrong?”

You don’t even think before responding. “What do you think is wrong?” Cheol is standing a few feet in front of you and the look on his face is confusing…you can’t read it. You aren’t sure if it’s because he’s confused, or if it’s because you just aren’t used to this, or what. Whatever it is, you don’t like it.

“I’m sorry,” Cheol says softly, stepping forward. You still don’t move. “I—uh shit, sorry—this,” he brings a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, “this is weird, you’re right I just, I don’t know—”

“Is there something you want to say?” Your eyes bore into his, and Cheol knows he can’t keep any secrets from you.

“I’m sorry.”

You nod. “Okay.”

“Okay?” he asks hopefully.

“What do you want me to say?” you ask with a shrug. “Sorry for what?”

“A lot of things. Everything,” Cheol admits, and your eyes widen slightly at his honesty. You pretend to glance down at your watch.

“Well you’re going to have to be more specific,” you tell him truthfully, “and don’t have a lot of time.”

“I’ll come again!” he says quickly, holding his hands up as you’re about to walk towards your car. “When do you work? Tell me. I’ll come after every shift.”

“I work almost everyday.”

“I’ll come everyday,” he says with no hesitation. Your heart tightens. You a month ago would have said fuck no, but then trust me, trust me is echoing in your head again and before you can stop yourself, you’re nodding.

“Mondays and Tuesday I get off at 6, Wednesdays at 9, Thursdays at…”

You used to believe Seungcheol always lived up to his promises. When you were younger, you couldn’t think of a single time when he didn’t go by his word. You trusted him, always, so when he broke the promise of “we’ll stick together”—arguably the only one that actually mattered—you were shattered. You still are, or at least your trust is.

Right now, Cheol promises he’ll come see you after every shift. You don’t think you should trust him, but you do anyway, watching the clock to make sure he’s always here on time. You tell yourself you do it because you don’t like to be kept waiting, but you know deep down that you’re just trying to find an excuse.

You’re trying to justify your distrust, even though you already have a perfectly good reason for being tentative around Cheol. Somehow, whenever you’re with him, you forget about it all.

It’s awkward most of the time. Well, more like you’re awkward and Cheol just pretends you aren’t, acting all normal and like you aren’t stumbling over your words and blanking out mid sentence.

You’re not nervous, you just don’t know what to say, the words getting lost in your head as you wonder whether or not there’s a line and where it is and if you should cross it.

Today is the fifth day Cheol comes to see you after your shift. He comes in at 6:54 which is a bit earlier than usual, and it’s the first time that Joshua is seeing the scene unfold. As Cheol walks in, your friend throws you a careful glance before waving over at his friend and connecting fists as he hops over to take his order.

“Iced latte with—”

“I’m not here for a drink,” Cheol says quickly, putting his hand up before he can watch Joshus key in his usual order.

“Huh…did I miss something?” Joshua asks, checking his watch for any missed messages. You chew your lip and Cheol glances at you, realizing that you haven’t told Joshua that you and him are speaking again.

“Uh, no,” Cheol murmurs. He points at you and when he sees that you don’t protest, he proceeds. “We’re, uh, I’m just waiting for her shift to end and—” he stops talking when Joshua whips his head around to stare at you with a look of bewilderment.

You nod shyly, untying your apron as you make your way to the back room. Joshua follows quickly behind you, closing the door behind him while you hang up the garment. “What does he mean by that?”

“I dunno, Josh,” you say, because honestly you aren’t sure how to explain it either.

“Remember what you said?” he tells you—you know where this is headed, and you really don’t want him to bring it up. “You said you’d never forgive them.”

You did say that. “In a moment of anger,” you argue, grabbing your bag. You know he’s just being protective of you, but right now it’s getting on your nerves.

“And? You’re just going to forgive him because he drove you home when you were drunk?”

“I haven’t forgiven him!” you pause. “At least not yet.”

“You’re seriously going to forgive him after all that you said about moving on?”

“I have moved on, Joshua,” you tell him. It’s true. “There’s nothing wrong with letting him back in my life now, especially if he wants to.”

“And what if he fucks up again?”

You roll your eyes as you walk to the back door. “How’s that supposed to happen? Thought you said he and Yejin broke up?”

“They did, but that isn’t the point.”

“Then what is?” you ask exasperatedly. “I’m old enough to make my own decisions. You’re acting like I don’t know the consequences of my actions. You’re acting as if I wasn’t the one who had to go through all that, so please just let me make this decision.”

Joshua steps back and sighs, and by the way he doesn’t say anything as you open the door, you assume he has accepted defeat.

Cheol meets you on the other side of the door, wearing his usual smile. You can only pray that he didn’t hear your conversation with Joshua. “Hey,” he greets and you nod in response. Well if he heard anything, he pretends he doesn’t. The truth is, Cheol hears every word, he’s just very good at putting a smile on his face.

You two walk out of the store silently and side by side. “How was work?” Cheol asks.

“Good. It’s most fun with Joshua,” you reply, walking on the sidewalk like you two usually do. You follow a trail down the street and through some parks for kids, always making a round trip back to your cafe where your car is parked.

The days have been getting shorter, and it’s evident by the way the sky is painted a deep orange right now. “Didn’t sound like he’s too happy today,” Cheol comments, and you halt your steps for just a moment, realizing he did hear you two.

“Uh, yeah,�� you mumble. You two haven’t talked about that since you started speaking again. All the things Cheol said he wanted to apologize for were left suspended in the air, waiting for one of you to pluck it out and face reality. Neither of you were ever really good at that. “I’m sorry you had to hear that.”

“I’m sorry you had to say that,” Cheol responds almost instantly, standing in the middle of the sidewalk and turning to face you.

Your eyebrows furrow when you respond, “What?”

“I mean, shit, I worded that badly,” he groans, bringing a hand up to rub the back of his neck. “I’m sorry that…you know—you said you’d never forgive me and I’m sorry. And I know you probably shouldn’t forgive me but I’m sorry.”

You certainly weren’t expecting that, but then again, you need to remind yourself to never be surprised when it comes to Cheol. You bite back the words, “it’s okay,” because you aren’t ready to say that, so instead you just nod. “Okay.” Your eyes glaze around your surroundings and they fall on a bench. Pointing at it, you say, “Let’s sit, yeah?”

You two sit side by side on the bench, and you think that this is the closest either of you have been in a long time, your thighs almost brushing against each other’s. The sky darkens above you, and you usually would take this as your cue to go back to your car, but tonight, you stay.

There’s a question that’s prodding at the back of your mind, and you chide yourself for even thinking about it. Don’t ask him, don’t do it, and you almost listen. Almost. You figure that the fact that you’re even here with Cheol right now is a sign that things are changing more than they already have, that you’re changing in ways that you didn’t know you could, and Cheol is changing, and he’s changing for you.

Cheol senses it too, that you’re thinking deeply, and he waits. When you’re finally lifting your head and looking up at the sky, he turns to you as you open your mouth. “How did you guys break up?” You can’t bring yourself to say “you and Yejin.” It’s too painful of a reminder that there was once a Cheol and Yejin, and that it came at the expense of you and Cheol and Yejin.

He takes a deep breath and hesitates, but you don’t retract your question. You feel after everything, you deserve to know, no matter how aching the memory is. “She cheated on me.”

“Oh.”

Cheol’s voice is flat for the first time since you’ve started speaking again. “Yeah,” he mutters. You purse your lips together, unsure of what to do, what to say. There was a time that you felt you knew all the right words, all the right things to do, but now you’re lost. Maybe it’s because Cheol has changed, but then—no, it’s not him, it’s you. You’ve changed. You thought you didn’t care, and that was true.

You didn’t care about what happened to Cheol or Yejin or them because they had left you and there was nothing after that. You didn’t care because caring wouldn’t help you get either of them back, and you didn’t care because caring only made long nights of you crying in your bed even longer.

But did you ever stop caring about Cheol? About Yejin? There’s a fine line, you realize, between caring about your relationship with someone and caring about them, and it hits you that not once did you not care about Cheol.

What would you have done if this had happened six months ago? What would you have said? You were never the best at words, but when it came to Cheol and Yejin, you always found some way to make them feel better. Looking over at Cheol, his head hangs low as he chews on his lip.

You reach over your hand and place it on his shoulder gently. “I’m sorry,” you tell him.

Cheol chuckles hollowly, causing you to frown deeply. “Shouldn’t I be the one saying that?”

“We have time for that later,” you reply honestly, not breaking the contact even when he shifts a little, finally looking up at you.

“Later?” he asks hopefully. You smile and nod. This is a promise, you both know. Joshua is going to kill you for this later.

“He got fired?” you snort. “Didn’t he say he could get away with anything?”

“Yeah,” Cheol chuckles. “And to be fair, he did get away with a lot. Honestly, I’m surprised he didn’t get fired months ago. He would give me and Soonyoung discounts all the time, it was crazy.”

“I remember that…” you say quietly.

“Yeah, anyways, he got fired and now he’s complaining about not having extra cash. Minghao’s telling him to just find another job but Hannie is convinced that he’ll be able to convince his boss to hire him back…”

“Knowing Jeonghan, he might just be able to pull that off.”

“Who knows,” Cheol murmurs with a shrug. “It’s late. Do you want to go?”

“Want me gone already?” you tease. Things are more comfortable now. It isn’t the same as before—how could it—but it’s getting there. You aren’t sure you’ll ever be “back to the old days,” but you sure are trying to get as close as you can.

“You know that isn’t true,” he shoots back. You trust him, and if that’s a mistake, you hardly care. Maybe this is where you start to crumble. “I’m just trying to make sure that it’s not too late when you get home.”

He’s being caring, although it isn’t unexpected. Cheol was always caring. “You’re right,” you murmur, not wanting to admit that you might have wanted to sit here and talk to him a bit longer. You stand up, grabbing your back and he follows after you as you walk up the street in the direction of the shop. You return back to the conversation of Jeonghan and his antics both in and out of the workplace, and before you know it, you’re back at the parking lot.

You’ve grown to look forward to these meetings—how could you not—and it does kill a little bit of self control inside of you every time you realize that fact.

“You gonna go now?” he asks softly, and as you stop walking, you let the tension grow thick. This part is always awkward. You don’t know if it’s fitting to say “bye” or “goodbye” or “see you later” or hug him or wave or—you usually settle for a smile but there’s a growing ache in your heart which tells you that maybe you want more.

Cheol seems to think the same, and it all happens so quickly, too quickly, and suddenly you’re going dizzy and your world is spinning.

Choi Seungcheol’s lips are soft.

And they don’t press against yours for more than a second before you place your hands on his chest and push him back. You almost indulge. Almost.

“Why would you do that?” you whisper, not meeting his gaze. Cheol runs a hand through his hair, steeping back with wide eyes.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “Fuck, I am so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking—shit, shit, shit—I’m sorry, I’m so sor—”

You ball your fists and your face contorts into some ugly sort of grimace. “Stop saying that!” you cry out, and Cheol stills. “Stop fucking saying you’re sorry! I-I-I hate it!”

“What?” and the hurt is more than evident in his voice.

“I know you’re sorry, okay? I get it,” you tell him exasperatedly. “And you keep saying it—you’re sorry for everything, you’re sorry for all of it. It’s all you say, but maybe if you just stopped and thought for a second you’d realize that no matter how much you keep saying it, I have not once said it’s okay.”

He gapes at you for a moment but recovers quickly, running a hand through his hair. “I—” he pauses, “I don’t know how else to tell you. It’s been a few weeks and—”

“You didn’t speak to me for six months,” you spit out, and you wonder if this is what it’s all going to come down to. The past month of you figuring out your emotions, working out what you want, what’s good for you, what’s not—you’re afraid that right now it will all amount to nothing.

Maybe you two were in your heads too long. Maybe this was your harsh pull back down to the ground.

“Six months, Seungcheol,” you repeat, and he winces when you use his full name.

“I know, I’m s—”

“You’re sorry, I know,” you say quieter this time, slumping against the wall. His lips were so warm, so soft, you still feel their ghost on your lips. You calm down for a second at the thought, but then your anger bubbles up when you remind yourself that Yejin got to taste him too. Got to have him, love him, cherish him for those six months. Jealousy doesn’t suit you, but that isn’t what this is about anyways. Right now, all it does is fuel your heat.

“I just—I don’t know how to really say it,” Cheol admits.

“Well you should figure that out,” you tell him harshly. “I can’t stand here forever, waiting for you to find the right words.”

“You’re right, I know.”

“Do you?” you ask, exhausted. It’s all catching up to you know—you’re tired, so tired.

“I do.”

Do you trust Cheol?

“I don’t believe you,” your voice quivers when you say it, and Cheol feels his heart break at the sound. “I can’t.”

“I know—that’s my fault, I know.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

“I’m trying.” You know he is, there isn’t a doubt in your mind. Inhaling deeply, you choose your words carefully.

“We need to talk about everything,” you tell him slowly.

“Okay,” Cheol agrees quickly. “Okay, where do you want to start?”

“Where do you think we should start? I think that’s where we should start.”

Cheol sucks in a breath and pinches his eyebrows together. You can tell that he, just like you, is making sure he doesn’t say anything he’ll regret. “Well, the beginning, I guess,” he sighs, and you open your mouth in protest but he holds his hand out to stop you. “Okay just listen.” “Fine.”

“I found out Yejin liked me in January,” he tells you.

“That was a month before…” your voice trails off and he nods.

“Before we got together and…” And we stopped talking to you. He doesn’t say, doesn’t need to. “Yeah. Chaeyoung told me. Yejin didn’t know I knew until…”

“Until you started liking her,” you mutter under your breath. You furrow your eyebrows and look up at him. “You know I know this, right? Joshua told me when you told him.”

Cheol seems surprised by that. “What, really?” you aren’t sure why he never expected that—you and Joshua are pretty much like siblings, after all.

“Yeah. I think I knew before Yejin,” you admit. Your voice is small, and the way the entire event of six months ago is playing out in your head is a not so nice reminder of why you’re in this situation in the first place.

“Oh.” Silence. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

You frown. “What was I supposed to say? ‘No Cheol! Don’t like Yejin! Like me!’” you say in a mocking tone. “Why would I do that to her? Why would I do that to you?” you were calm a moment ago, but you feel yourself growing upset again.

“I thought you—” Cheol thinks for a moment, wondering if he should say it, “—I thought you liked me.”

“I did,” you seethe out. “But did you think I was going to beg you to change your mind? To change your feelings?” Cheol is quiet now, and you take it as your cue to continue. “I…I cared about you and Yejin so much—” that’s a lie (you still do)—“and you should know that if you guys were happy I would be okay with that.”

“What about your feelings? Why didn’t you do anything about that?” Cheol shoots back, and it’s starting to sound an awful lot like your last conversation with Yejin.

“You claim you love him but you’re just willing to give him up like that? That’s pathetic. You are pathetic.”

You feel tears stream down your cheeks at the memory and you need to remind yourself that it isn’t worth crying over—but then again, it is. “I would’ve dealt with my feelings just as I have been for the past six months—by myself and totally fine.”

Cheol doesn’t have a response to that, because if there’s one thing he won’t even attempt to refute, it’s this. Because after everything, you have been okay. You have been healing. It killed him every time Joshua would tell him you’re doing fine, because he wasn’t doing fine and he was having a really, really hard time accepting that.

He knows it’s unfair, Cheol knows he’s being anything but fair, but he just doesn’t know how to help it.

It’s the worst that you’re crying now—crying ‘cause of him. Because Cheol knows that you were okay and it was him that decided to butt back in your life to try and make amends, and you being you, decided to let him back in and fuck—he knows he’s being selfish by doing all this and he know he doesn’t deserve this yet you are still here, trying to hear him out.

“I fucked up, I don’t deserve a second chance.”

You choke back a sob, “Damn right you don’t,” and Cheol knows that you’re right.

“I’m still going to try.”

You brush some tears away from your face. “I know.”

You go home that night without another word, and Cheol only stops you to make sure you’ve stopped crying before you start the car and drive off. It’s the next day, and you can’t help but glance back and forth between the door and clock as your shift nears its end.

“You waiting for him?” Hyunwoo asks you from the side, and you feel a little bit bad at the way his voice sounds a bit sad.

“Uh—” Are you waiting for Cheol? “—I guess, yeah.” There’s no reason for you to deny it. You’ve replayed last night’s conversation more times than you can count, and you still aren’t sure how to feel. You need to see him.

As the time nears six, an uneasy feeling pools at your stomach, and you wonder what you’ll do if he doesn’t show up. End it for good? Add it to the list of reasons why you should never talk to him again? Block h—

The bell above the door ringing saves you from that rabbit hole. It’s 5:59 and Cheol waits in front of the door and for once, he isn’t donning a smile. Looking at Hyunwoo, you throw out a small wave before slipping to the back room. Hyunwoo doesn’t follow you, he stopped doing that after the first two times Seungcheol started coming, although you aren’t sure why. It’s a passing thought though, definitely not at the forefront of your mind as you hang your apron routinely and exit through the back door.

Cheol waits for you by the door and you don’t say anything as you both leave through the front. The atmosphere is thick and you aren’t sure who is going to say what and when. It’s only when you’ve walked around two minutes down your regular path that Cheol stops in front of that bench. Flickering his eyes towards yours for a moment of confirmation, he sits down and motions you to follow. You sit side by side and once again, you two are almost touching, but aren’t quite there just yet.

“So,” you finally say. “Where were we?”

“That night,” Cheol replies quietly, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. You glance over at him and can’t help but realize how…small he looks. You want to reach out and hold him for a moment, but you shouldn’t.

“What about that night?” you murmur. There’s too much about that night for you to even fathom what he’s thinking about.

“What did Yejin say to you? In the room?” he asks.

“Does that matter?” You seriously don't want to recount it, but then Cheol is nodding and you just have to give in. “She was mad…same reason as you,” you mumble.

“What do you mean?”

“Didn’t like how I was accepting of it all,” you sigh, leaning back. “I think she just got sick of me,” you finally confess. “Didn’t like me anymore, and then she thought I was pathetic or something and used that as an excuse to just—I dunno, drop me.” You pause, turning to look at him again. “What did she tell you?”

You know you probably shouldn’t ask. It’ll be painful, you know, but you’re confident you can handle it.

“She said it couldn’t work…the three of us. That it was either me ‘n’ her or nothing, because nothing could go back to normal after this.”

You look down. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“You believed her?”

“Well, at the time,” Cheol murmurs, “Yeah I did.”

“Okay.”

“I’m sorry.” Trust me, trust me. “I liked that she liked me. I liked her and I thought I was going to lose you either way and—”

“I said okay.”

“Is it okay?”

“I don’t know,” you tell him honestly. “I beat myself up a lot for all that, you know? Wondered what she could’ve said that made you not wanna fight to be my friend.” You scoff to yourself. “I guess we both suck at that.”

“Huh?”

“You know: fighting for what we want,” you clarify.

“That can change,” Cheol says, clearing his throat. “I’m fighting right now.”

That conversation is the first of many. One month later and Cheol is still fighting. It’s your birthday, and you aren’t surprised that he remembers, but you are surprised when he gets you a gift. A new apron. “Your old one is getting…well, old.”

You’re both sitting at the bench once again, and for the first time, your thighs brush against each other’s fully. It’s warm, it’s welcoming, it’s soft. Maybe you and Cheol haven’t finished crossing the bridge yet, but you’ve definitely finished building it. There’s time for the rest later. You want to focus on you and him now.

“I wonder why,” you say sarcastically, taking it out of the bag. “It’s cute—hey, is this my name?” you ask excitedly, holding up the little spot on the top with some letter embroidered in.

“Uh, yeah, it’s custom and all…I got Minghao to help me with the design.” You smile genuinely, turning to him.

“Thank you, I love it.”

“Thank god. Jeonghan said it was a stupid gift but I thought it was thoughtful…”

“Jeonghan once got you a rubber duck for your birthday, so I would take everything he says about gift-giving with a big fat grain of salt.”

“Hey, I still have that duck,” he tells you, and you both laugh together. “It’s in the bathroom, I only take it down for special occasions.”

“Special occasions being…?”

Cheol taps his chin. “Hmm…birthdays, the last day of school, Christmas…I’d like to think my luck is pretty great whenever I use it.”

“Is that so…” you hum. “When was the last time you used it?”

“Like two days ago.”

“Nothing special happened two days ago.” That’s a lie, and he sees right through it.

Cheol smiles smugly. “I know. It was just right before I came to see you.” Your cheeks burn as you turn away.

Two days ago being the last time you and him talked about all of it. From beginning to end, just like you had so many times before except for the first time, you were finally able to utter the words, “it’s okay, we’re okay.”

“Right…maybe luck really was on your side then,” you tease.

“Whatever,” Cheol says with a pout, watching you glance at your phone. “Do you need to go? I thought you didn’t have anything planned?”

“I don’t,” you say with a huff. “I just saw that my birthday gift from my parents got delivered. It’s fine, I’ll pick it up when I get home later.” You ponder whether this is the right moment to bring it up. “You can… come along if you want.”

It’s almost as if his ears perk up. “To your place?”

“Um, yeah,” you try to come off as casual. “Only if you want,” you add quickly, and he picks up on the double meaning right away.

Which is how you end up here.

“Haven’t been here in so long,” Cheol murmurs, looking over your apartment. It’s the exact same, save for some pictures with Yejin and him that have since been taken down. He would have been upset about it a month ago, but now he is content. It only makes it a goal for him to take more pictures with you now so you’ll have some to put up.

“Mhm,” you nod, putting your bag down on your kitchen counter.

“Hey…” he says softly as you flick on one light. It’s dim, but there’s just enough light for you to see the worried look on his face.

“Everything alright?”

He chews on his lips and he looks pretty. “I need to know where your head is at right now,” he admits. There’s a lot of different meanings to what he’s just asked, but with the way he’s looking at you, you have a pretty good idea of what he’s trying to say. “I don’t want to misread anything like the last time I—the last time.” The last time he kissed you.

You look down at the counter. You brought him here for a reason, but are you ready?

Trust me, trust me.

Of course you are. With Cheol, you’ll always be ready.

So when he’s pushing you up against the wall, hands grappling at your waist, feeling his warm, wet lips against you, you don’t waste a single second thinking about anyone else. You don’t think about what Joshua will say, you don’t think about how Jeongyeon will react, you don’t think about the look on Yejin’s face if she were to ever find out about this because right now, it’s Cheol that’s in front of you, and it’s Cheol that will always be in front of you.

One leg around his torso, your mouth smashes against his in a tangled mess of tongue and lip and it’s desperate and has you aching for more. And then he’s leading you to your bedroom and you are reminded of the fact that Cheol knows this place so well that he doesn’t even need to ask for directions.

Throwing you onto the bed your mind goes blank—it’s as if all the happiness in the world rushes to you at once, leaving you all light-headed and disoriented when Cheol clambers on top of you, his thigh wedged between your legs.

With his fingers pressed deeply into your hips as he runs his tongue along your jawline,rocking your clothed cunt against Cheol’s bare thigh, his gym shorts hiked up so that you can press your core as close to him as possible. Your breath is slightly labored as his lips press open mouthed kisses all the way down, and you feel yourself become increasingly needy at the way you can see the imprint of his cock against his shorts.

“Shit—you’re so—wait,” he murmurs, pulling his lips away from your burning skin to bore his eyes down at you. “Is this okay?” he asks softly, pulling his knee back so there’s some space between you and him. Cheol doesn’t expect for your eyes to widen, hand shooting out and grabbing his thigh to make sure it doesn’t move another inch.

“Yes,” you gasp out, pulling his leg so hard that he stumbles forward a bit when you do, the hard muscle pressing back against your core. Cheol lets the initial shock of you being needy for him settle in, and suddenly he’s grinning and having one hand back at your waist, the other at your neck so he can tilt your head up and have better access to skin over your collarbone.

His fingers are rough and calloused as they slip beneath your shirt, pushing it up just far enough that your bra is exposed. Hovering above you, you watch through hazy vision as Cheol’s eyes dilate at the sight, swooping his head down to free one of your tits from the cup and catching a nipple in his mouth.

Your body jerks against his as he swipes a tongue over the hardened peak, and suddenly you feel that there’s too much fabric between you and his thigh. “Ch-cheol,” you mutter, tapping at his head that is currently burning beneath your shirt while he sneaks kisses all up and down your stomach, between your tits, and over your cleavage.

“What is it, baby?” he coos, pulling his head out and looking up at you, the pet name shooting shivers up our spine.

“Pants—ah—” you whine when he presses his thigh harder into you. “Pants!” you cry, trying your best to unbutton them with shaky fingers. Cheol picks up right away, helping you unzip them before hooking two fingers on the waistband and yanking the fabric down and over your feet, freeing yourself and your pussy of its unbearable restraints.

“Fuck, this is—you’re so hot,” he murmurs, looking down at your bare legs and tracing his fingers from your ankles to your knees, and then finally through your inner thighs where he bends down and starts to place rough kisses.

Usually, if he was in his right mind, Cheol would have wanted to take his sweet time with you, unraveling, unwinding all of you. But he’s figured that both of you have waited long enough and that you both deserve to be needy, to be desperate, to let this moment pass as quickly as it started because there will be plenty of time for a round two and three later on.

All you need right now is to feel each other, which is how he ends up pushing your panties to the side and digging his tongue into your dripping folds without warning. “Cheol!” you moan loudly, your hand gripping his hair tightly while he simultaneously wraps one arm over your hips, pulling you closer.

Seungcheol is going crazy, he thinks, because the taste of your pussy is better than any alcohol he’s ever drunk. You’re sweet and your cunt is literally fluttering its pretty fuck folds all for him as he slides one finger through them to collect your growing wetness. He feels himself growing high on the feeling and taste alone, his own hips pressing into the mattress in hopes of relieving some of the tension in his own pants.

There’s a slobbering mess that runs down his lips and chin as he fervently makes out with your pussy, and you briefly wonder how a man can be so good at making you feel this good before the thought is swept from your mind by one of Cheol’s thick fingers prodding at your entrance.

Holy hell, you’re so tight for him—gummy walls clamping down on his single digit the second he started to move it in and out’ta you, his mind racing as he thinks about how you might feel around his cock. And Cheol isn’t the only one thinking about it either, because when he’s slipping in another finger, you’re already crying out for more.

“I gotta work you up to it baby,” he tells you sympathetically, using one free hand to shove down his pants leaving him in only a shirt and boxers.

“Don’t wanna wait…” you protest with a pout, eyes shamelessly looking down at his figure hunched over you so you can catch sight of the imprint of his cock against his boxers.

Cheol chuckles, even though he’s on the brink of giving in himself. “Take your shirt off for me, yeah? It’ll save us some time.” That’s all you need to hear before you’re sitting up and yanking the stupidly tight shirt over your head and throwing it to the side as Cheol’s fingers continue their onslaught deep inside your cunt.

It’s less of an in and out motion now, and more of a curling motion that’s exploring you, finding out what makes you hum, what makes you moan, and what makes you go—“Oh fuck, Cheol!” He grins at the sound, leaning down to press a kiss on your clit as he pulls his slick fingers away.

“You wanted more?” he murmurs, slipping his own shirt over his head to reveal the familiar set of abs and toned chest. You let out a dazed smile at the sight, letting your body fall back onto the mattress.

“‘course I do,” you reply without hesitation, watching eagerly as his hand holds the waistband of his boxers and pushes the cloth down, revealing his cock all thick and hard as it springs out and hits his abdomen.

It’s long and it’s thick, and it’s nothing less than what you expected from Cheol, in fact, it’s a lot more than that. But you don’t even have time to think about how pretty his cock looks, pink tip all flushed as a thick vein runs down the side of its length, because it’s pushing against your entrance as he watches your face carefully.

When your eyebrows knit into a convulsion of pleasure and you squeak out his full name, he knows he can't hold back, slamming into your drooling cunt in one go.

And his cock is so big it’s pushing you open, but the pain is so good, so enthralling, that you don’t even mind being split in half if it’s like this—if it’s because every time he pulls his hips back, you know he’ll slam it deeper and deeper every single time, hitting spots deep inside of your cunt that you didn’t even know existed.

All while your limbs are flailing around him, thrashing as you bite into his shoulder, muffling your cries of, “Cheol, Cheol, Cheol!”

Your name falls from his lips too, mixed in with the mindless words of, beautiful, pretty, princess as he compliments you for takin’ him so well and squeezin’ him so good he doesn't know how he hasn’t bust already.

“God, fuck,” he moans when you look up at him through heavy lashes, tethering his boto m lip between his teeth to try and slow his impending orgasm. “Fuck,” he chokes out, “shit—I love you—”

And there is your breaking point. Like the world has come to a stop and there is only you and Cheol and this moment and—god, you really are too far gone now—and him and you is all that matters.

You cum like you never have before, his cock battering your cunt ‘til you’re shaking and crying and yelling out his name as you feel nothing but him, think nothing but him, know nothing but him.

This is the moment you’ve both been waiting for, and as soon as Cheol has noticed your slower breaths he’s pulling out and letting you wrap one hand around his fat cock to help jerk himself off. He’s so close—so fucking close—and then you’re whispering those fated words—those three words—he feels everything in him just snap, hot cum shooting all over your swollen, abused cunt, and Cheol feels his heart swell.

Love.

There’s a lot more you need to work on, you both know that, but it’s okay.

Trust me, trust me.

I love you.

a/n. literally wrote the last part half asleep and i hate the ending but... okay wow … i had a tough time writing this because i really wanted it to be taken slow and i’m not really sure how well it went … also this story might have been a bit a lot of a reflection of a friendship that went wrong in my own life LOL so this might be me playing out how i wish things ended up :/so anyways please sharing ur thoughts and like and reblog!

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cryptidghostgirl · 9 months ago

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Lets say that Alastor and cat-demon! Reader are friends, both of them are staying at the hotel. Alastor gives them catnip just to mess with them.

A/N I love this mischief. Also, I am 100% basing the character off of Catra from Nate Stevenson's She-Ra remake.

Prepare for Battle (Platonic!Alastor x Platonic!Cat Demon!Reader)

Pairing: Platonic Alastor x Platonic Reader

Warnings: None but please correct me if I am wrong.

Word Count: 1,276 (Sorry it is on the shorter side, most of my fics recently have been super super long and I needed to do something different.)

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Y/n had showed up around the same time as Alastor did to the hotel. She was a cat demon, like Husk, only much more humanoid. The only real traits she had to show for it were the claws, tail, ears, and, of course, the wild mess of her hair.

Much to everyone's surprise, Alastor had greeted her upon her arrival with a genuine smile, even a hug. A warm welcome by anyone's standards, not just the frigid Radio Demon's. According to Husk, the two had been friends for longer than he'd known either party, possibly even when they were alive although neither spoke much of their pasts. She was never involved in his work as an overlord, but she was always there, according to him. Y/n lurked, waiting, watching for the opportune moment. A mischief maker were the exact words Husk had used.

Y/n and Alastor balanced one another out. Where she was practically feral, he was calm and composed. When he lost his cool, she kept an even temper. When the pranks had started, they had taken everyone by surprise, even with Husk's vague warning. She had just seemed so together in an odd way, so imposing. Not in the way Alastor was but she still held her own. No one expected this sort of juvenile behavior from either of them but once it started, there was no stopping it.

The first one had occurred just a few days after the cat demon's arrival. It had been small, nothing too crazy. Alastor's microphone had simply been replaced with a bright red and white striped candy cane when he had left it leaning against the fireplace to go handle something for Charlie. It wasn't often he left the device unguarded but, he was only a few steps away from it and had figured there was no reason to worry when all the hotel's inhabitants were people trying to be redeemed.

Y/n had watched giddily from the couch, her legs crossed and sporting a failed attempt at a poker face, as Alastor had picked it up again. It had taken him a second to realize the switch had occurred and when he did, his eyes went wide. Y/n had burst out into laughter.

"Here we go again." Husk had sighed, shaking his head slightly.

Thats when the inhabitants of the Hazbin Hotel learned two things. One was that Y/n was not in fact a guest in the sense that she was trying to check out of Hell and into Heaven but rather a guest in that she was there to visit Alastor. The second was that the two had been engaged in a war of practical jokes for the past several decades at least.

From that point forward, the game was on. Each prank became more and more destructive, more and more insane. They took turns with it too, a highly civilized format for an extraordinarily childish pursuit.

Y/n brought out a different side of Alastor, one they had never seen before. It was a youthful side, a side of non-threatening laughter and genuine smiles. While unnerving in some ways, it made them all a bit more at ease with the notorious Radio Demon, to know he had friends and a bit of a soft side beneath his persona.

After the microphone switch, Alastor had tricked Y/n into sitting on a stool beneath a bucket of water. When he had dumped it on her, he had not only made a mess for Nifty to clean up but caused the cat demon to shoot up into the air, hissing loudly. Y/n had gotten him back by changing the locks on the door to his recording studio and used some of her own special brand of magic to block him from teleporting within. The result of this was a very irritated Alastor who broke a fresh hole through the wall. Y/n had been forced by Charlie and Vaggie to be the one to fix it, it was her fault after all, but she insisted it was worth it.

Next had been the vacuum cleaner. The fucking vacuum cleaner. Charlie had had to repaper a whole wall to get the claw-marks to go away after Alastor had used the machine to chase Y/n up it. For her revenge, Y/n had been crafty. She had rounded up a group of several demons she knew had it out for her dear friend and set them on the hotel.

Vaggie had tried her best to kick the cat demoness out after that one but, Alastor had, surprisingly, stepped in. He had fixed the wall with a snap of his fingers and they had both promised to tone down their competition, but never to stop it entirely.

It was Alastor's turn now and as he approached Y/n with a cup of tea, everyone knew something was bound to happen. It was out of character for the man after all, the random act of kindness. She was cuddled up in a sunspot on the couch, reading. So engrossed in her book, she barley looked up at him as she took the cup from his hand with a muttered word of thanks.

Alastor had retreated to the bar beside Angel and Husk with a satisfied expression on his face.

"What did you do now?" Angel asked as he watched Y/n take a sip from the cup.

"Just you wait." Alastor hummed in response.

Five minutes was all it took for the cup to be empty and suddenly, Y/n was on the floor. She reveled in the sunlight, her book now forgotten on the couch as she rolled around.

"What the fuck?" Angel laughed, turning to Alastor, "What the fuck did you give her?"

"Cat nip?" Husk asked, his eyebrows raised, "Really? I mean, that's low. Even for you."

Alastor shrugged.

"Charlie and Vaggie made us promise to tone it down."

Angel shifted his gaze back to Y/n who was wide eyed, staring up at the ceiling intently. The sun reflecting off Angel's glass as he raised it to his lips shot across the ceiling over her head and she immediately rolled over onto all fours, her tail flicking back and forth.

"She's certainly 'toned down.'" Angel noted, laughing once again at Y/n's antics as she tried to grasp the spot of light.

"She's gonna kill you." Husk scoffed, shaking his head slightly.

Angel moved his glass again and Y/n shot forward, clasping her hands around the spot of light once more. It was ten more minutes of the guys laughing and Angel fucking with Y/n using the glass to reflect light before she finally came back her senses.

She sat up from where she had lain on the floor moment's ago, a hand to her head.

"Jesus." she grumbled, "Why... how'd I get down here?"

"Three." Husk said, crossing his arms.

Y/n took her hand from her forehead, looking around the floor of the lobby curiously. Her gaze shifted to the sofa. Her book, the empty cup.

"Two."

Y/n turned to face Alastor, her eyes narrowed.

"One."

"You fucking drugged me you dickwad!" Y/n exclaimed as she pulled herself to her feet, "Catnip? Really? That's low even for you."

"Your turn." Alastor hummed placidly in return, seemingly undisturbed by her anger at the situation.

"I..." Y/n trailed off.

With another look thrown over her shoulder at the empty mug, she marched up to him. Determination glinted in her eyes, Y/n smiled, her teeth bared.

"You are so fucking in for it now."

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toomuchracket · 1 year ago

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hot chocolate (dad birthday party!matty x reader fluff)

short and sweet for the 19th day of promptober. no actual hot chocolate features but they do order it before the end of the fic lol. literally just two writer dorks and a five year old in their favourite city. enjoy! <3

"amy!" you hiss at your five year old, as she drops your hand and starts to tear down the busy street ahead of you, pale pink trench coat flowing behind her. "amy healy, get back he- oh my god. i sound like meryl streep."

matty snorts at your words, darting forward to grab your daughter's gloved hand before she goes too far. "but meryl streep in what film?"

you stare at him, unimpressed. "what film slash book did we name our daughter after?"

"gone girl."

your turn to snort, although it's probably less to do with matty's answer than it is to do with amy sighing dramatically and saying "no, dad, don't be silly. i'm named after little women!"

"how do you know that?" matty teases. "you weren't there when we picked your name. you were still in mum's tummy!"

"obviously," amy rolls her eyes. "but you told me it's been mum's favourite book since she was little, and you thought it would be special if i was called amy like one of the girls in it."

the memory makes you smile. titling and naming have never come as easily to you and your work as they have to matty and his, and you spent many a sleepless night stressing about what to call your baby girl; at least once a week, matty would wake up in the middle of the night to an empty bed and you sitting at the bedroom window, poring over baby-name book after baby-name book, website after website, lit only by the moon. he would sit with you for a while, narrowing down options, before coaxing you back under the covers and reading to you and the bump to soothe you into sleep - sections of old novels with peaceful settings and serene plotlines, nothing that would take your attention away from cosiness. it worked on both of you, mostly, but when he started little women, the baby started to kick.

naming her was easy after that.

you sigh at the memory. both amy and matty turn to look at you, and the latter speaks. "you alright, darling?"

"mhmm," you nod, and take amy's other hand. "was just thinking about how you used to kick when dad and i would read little women to you, ames. you did that a lot here, actually, when we went to paris for a weekend."

amy looks between her parents suspiciously, as if she doesn't believe it. "really? i didn't know you came here when i was in mum's tummy."

"it was the last place we visited before we stayed at home and waited for you, sweetheart," matty squeezes her hand, then looks up at you softly. "couldn't have been anywhere else, really."

matty beams at you, and a wave of sheer déja vu soaks you to the bone - his face is more lined now, his hair shorter and more streaked with silver, but seeing that smile and those eyes against that exclusively-parisian backdrop of narrow rues and beautiful buildings and romance permeating the air just as much as oxygen itself… you're transported back to that first time here with him, getting to know him and realising you didn't want to live life without him in it. this city - and country, thinking back to your engagement - are just as much a part of your relationship as home in london is, and it's always special returning here together; even more so this time, getting to introduce it to your daughter.

said daughter is now tugging at your trouser leg to get your attention. "mum... mummy, you're in dreamland looking at dad again."

the exasperation in her voice snaps you out of your little matty trance (the first of many today, you're sure). "hmm? sorry, baby, what were you saying?"

"i'm asking if you and dad went to disneyland when you came here with me before i was born."

matty laughs so loudly that an elderly man nearby turns to look at him in disgust, muttering "imbécile" as he does. you go to fire back a quick "connard", but amy reacts appropriately enough for the whole family by sticking her tongue out at the man and blowing a raspberry; this makes matty laugh even louder, and you can't help but giggle at her satisfied grin either.

once the laughter dies down, matty wipes his eyes and speaks. "no, sweetheart, mummy and i did not go to disneyland while you were in her tummy. it would've been fun, i'm sure, but no."

"yeah," amy nods thoughtfully, a little crease forming between her brows as she thinks. "maybe you should have. cos then maybe i wouldn't have been so scared on haunted mansion yesterday."

you bite your tongue, looking pointedly at matty to make sure he does the same - as much as you want to laugh at her five year old logic, you don't want to run the risk of upsetting amy by making her feel silly. she really was terrified, clinging to you and matty in the little car as you weaved in and out of ghosts, and it got even worse when she got back to the hotel and got into bed; between 3 (when she ran through to your room, eyes weepy and lip quivering, terrified the hitchhiking ghosts had followed you) and 6am (when matty carried her, asleep, back to her own room and tucked her in with her teddy) this morning, you and matty spent your time doing all but saging the suite to make sure it was phantom-free.

"you were brave even saying you wanted to go on it, baby," you say, stroking amy's hair. "and you went to sleep so quickly after your bad dream - that was good."

"so did mum, ames," matty grins cheekily. "she was already sleeping when i went back through after i tucked you in! didn't even stay awake to kiss me goodnight. meanie."

amy giggles, while you roll your eyes and smile suggestively at matty. "i apologised for that when you woke up, didn't i?"

(read: you tugged your husband into the shower with you so you could suck his dick, a) to apologise for falling asleep and b) just because he was exceptionally dilfy the previous day and night.)

"that you did, darling, that you did," matty leans over amy's head to kiss you quickly. "m'still tired, though. need a cappuccino, i think."

"well, good thing we're almost at our destination," you smile, pointing at a building at the end of the street. amy starts to try and speed ahead again, but you keep a firm grasp on her little hand. "none of that, please, amy, you need to stay with mum and dad at busy roads."

"sorry, mummy," your daughter looks up at you, with a set of pleading puppy dog eyes exactly like her father's. "m'just excited to go."

your resolve cracks - you're incapable of resisting those eyes on matty as is, so you don't stand a chance against them on your far more adorable baby girl's face - and you coo. "that's alright, sweetheart. i'm excited, too. what about you, babe?"

matty shrugs. "i'm here for whatever, as long as my girls like it. and i can get a coffee."

"simp," you smirk, leaning up to kiss your husband's cheek and giggling as he pinches your hip indignantly. a pretty awning catches your eye, and you crouch to be level with amy. "look, baby, we're here!"

amy's little face lights up, but she stays calm, waiting patiently with you and matty as you enter the building and find a seat. smiling, you snap a sneaky picture of her as she tries to peruse the menu - sat at the white marble table in her little headband and the dusty rose cardigan she got as a christmas present from aunt patti (cashmere, the diva!), she looks so right, like a cool little princess of some kind. the fun anne hathaway-played type, though, not like the stuffy family you share a hometown with.

you lean over to whisper in matty's ear. "not to be dramatic, but it's never been clearer to me than in this moment that we're raising the most chic kid in the world."

"well, yeah, she's got us as parents," matty giggles in your ear, before being tugged to the other side by his other girl. "what's that, sweetheart? you need help with the menu? i thought you already knew what you were going to have!"

amy grins bashfully. "yeah… hot chocolate!"

"and a croissant? we can share one if you like."

she nods again, looking around the café in wonder. matty smiles lovingly at her, a look he keeps when he turns to you. "would you do the honours, my love?"

"of course," you kiss his hand, before scouting a passing waitress (whose eyes go wide when she realises who you and matty are, bless her) and ordering in french; she laughs when you crack a joke, promising to be right back with your drinks and pastries.

when you turn back to matty, he's still smiling lovingly. "it never fails to impress me when you do that."

"i know. you titled a whole album around it," you smirk, taking his hand. "and it never fails to make me blush, your reaction to it."

"good. i like making you blush. you look extra pretty when you're a little bit flustered," matty kisses your hand. "and i think you look extra pretty today in general. what do you think, ames?"

amy turns from people-watching to nod very seriously. you and matty both laugh, before you speak. "are you having a good day, baby? how would you describe it, in one word?"

she thinks for a second, brows raising just like matty's do when he ponders. "perfect."

matty nods, tugging you both into him. "yeah, it is."

#mads muses #mads does writing #into the birthday partyverse #birthday baby #promptober75 #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fic #matty healy fluff #matty healy x reader #matty x reader

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notmylaa11 · 5 months ago

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enemies to lovers || matt sturniolo

summary: nick and chris, my best friends, went to a party, leaving me and matt alone in the living room. unfortunately, me and matt never really got along. i wouldn't say we were enemies (at least.. i think..?) we just never talked. although i liked him, so.fucking.much. my god, his eyes his hair, his voice, his hands, his laugh, his personality, his voice and his eyes and his hands.. did i already mention those? everything about him is just so amazing, but he won't even look in my direction.

contains/warnings: cursing, giving and receiving hickeys, cuddling, pet names, (baby, sweetheart, good girl, darling) making out, not too much smut but the most intimate thing is them shoving their hands down each others pants and a bit of fingering + grinding.. if i missed anything i apologize!!

this is my first time writing a fan fic, so i'm sorry if the writing is a bit bad. i have one more idea in mind so i might work on that soon.. (this was also a bit rushed and i started the intimate part when i was half asleep past midnight LMFAOAOA)

i stare at the blue eyed brunette, praying that he speaks to me. but he avoids eye contact completely as i just admire every feature and every inch of his pretty face, and my gaze uncontrollably shifts down to his hands that are tapping buttons on his phone. the veins in his hands, the rings, his long fingers. i can't stop staring. i surprisingly am able to look back down at my phone, still thinking about his hands. and i decide to say something. i mean, fuck it, what can go wrong?

"matt" i say, already regretting speaking.

"what do you want, y/n?" he says, not looking up from his phone as he speaks in a clearly annoyed tone.

"what the fuck is your problem with me? why don't you like me? you don't even KNOW me" i say, looking up at him, waiting for either his eyes to lock with mine or his soothing voice to fill the room, or both. he locks eyes with mine and speaks.

"i don't have a problem with you. we just never got along" matt shrugged. "no need to get all worked up, sweetheart" he teases sarcastically.

"i- sweetheart?" i think out loud, looking down at my phone, trying to hide my flustered face and the goosebumps that filled my body. all he does is let out a soft chuckle at my reponse to the sarcastic but clearly affecting nickname. my god, his fucking laugh. i'd love to hear and feel it against my ears and neck. i push that thought away and speak again.

"matt, why don't we do something?" i ask, shutting off my phone and setting it down beside me.

"like what exactly?" he asks curiously, practically repeating my actions. my mind shifts to other things that i would never say out loud. so i think of something more.. appropriate. like truth or dare.

"we can play truth or dare if you want" i offer with a slight smile.

"yeah sure" he says, fiddling with his rings, and as soon as i notice this action, my gaze shifts down to his hands once again. i really can't take this anymore, but i have to keep control of myself.

"you alright?" matt asks. oh shit, he saw me staring.

"yeah mhm i-i'm fine" i say, taking my gaze off of his veiny hands and moving them to his beautiful blue eyes.

he raises his eyebrows before speaking. "alright, truth or dare?"

"truth" i say, brushing a strand of hair out of my face.

"boring, but alright" matt pauses before speaking once again. "you got your eye on anybody special?"

my eyes widen and i swallow hard. oh shit, oh shit. what do i say?

"i uh- yeah.. y-yeah i do" i say, trying to hide the embarrassed look on my face and tone in my voice.

"alright, interesting. you wanna tell me about that?" he teases me and i almost collapse to my knees right then and there, but i surprisingly don't.

"hey hey slow down, that's 2 questions" i tease back with a smile. "truth or dare?"

"dare, i ain't boring unlike you" he says with a sarcastic smile as he looks me up and down, causing me to almost physically melt.

"shut up" i say while rolling my eyes, then i speak again. "i dare you to eat a spoonful of ketchup since you like it so much" i tease him.

"god fucking damn it." he says under his breath in an irritated tone but loud enough for me to hear him, rubbing a hand over his face. the sight of his actions and the tone of his voice drives me mentally insane, but i don't make it too obvious.. i hope. he gets up from his position on the couch and goes to the kitchen as i watch his every move until the sight of him is no longer visible to me. he comes back with a spoonful of ketchup, eyes me down, plugs his nose and eats the ketchup with a look of disgust on his face as i let out a giggle, staring at him.

he takes the spoon out of his mouth. "fuck you y/n" he says rolling his eyes, clearly trying to bite back his smile.

"we both know you don't mean that" i tease as he walks back to the kitchen without a word. about 30 minutes go by of just this, and we're both clearly getting bored.

"alright this shit is boring, wanna do something else?" matt asks as he puts his hands behind his head and lays back against the couch.

"mhm, wanna watch a movie?" i ask, crossing my legs and licking my lips.

"yeah, what movie?" he asks, raising his eyebrows.

"have you ever seen the hunger games? it's one of my favorite series" i ask, praying that he says no so i could put it.

"no i haven't, but i have always wanted to. put it" he says in a more kind tone.

"alright cool pass me the remote" i say, pointing to the remote that's right by his legs, and my gaze, once again, shifts to his hands, but it immediately shifts to the tv once i grab the remote. i put the first hunger games movie on, and when i look at matt, he's already staring at me. i raise my eyebrows without a word, but he breaks the silence.

"i uh.. is it okay if i could sit next to you?" he asks shyly, clearly trying to hide the flustered look on his face. i bite back my smile.

"yeah yeah sure!" i say, with a look of confusion but also a smile.

he gets up and sits down next to me. "you cold?"

"a bit, can you pass me a blanket?" i ask, looking up at him, goosebumps fill my body as soon as my eyes meet his.

"there's only one, you cool with sharing it?" he asks shyly.

"i'm cool with that" i say with a smile, knowing damn well i'm alot more than cool with that.

he puts the blanket on top of both of us, and he moves closer to me, but i assume it's so the blanket can cover the both of us. the movie starts, and we both shift our gazes to the tv.

after a good 20 minutes, i drift off to sleep, considering it's already 10:30 pm and i woke up at 5 am. the thing that i don't realize is that i fall asleep on matt's shoulder.

meanwhile, he immediately notices this action, looking down at me before wrapping an arm around me and pulling me close, laying his head on top of mine as he runs a hand through my hair gently. i can feel this, but i'm somehow not fully aware of it.

suddenly, my eyes open, my whole surroundings blurry, and the first thing i notice is the fact that i'm in matt's arms in the pitch dark. i look at the clock by the tv, and i read "4:17 am". i look up at matt, sound asleep, until i see him waking up.

he looks down at me and his eyes widen. "oh shit i-i'm sorry" he says, trying to take his arm off of me, but i pull it back before speaking.

"no you're good don't worry, i don't mind." i say, rubbing his shoulder reassuringly. he glances down at my hand, trying to bite back his smile, but unable to do so with his cheeks heating up.

i notice this and raise my eyebrows at him. he looks down at me with embarrassment, and i bury my face into his neck, breathing in his scent. he runs a hand through my hair just like he did before we fell asleep.

"getting comfortable, aren't you?" he whispers into my ear in a teasing tone as he brings his hand down from my hair to my neck.

all i can do is smile against his neck, unable to form a sentence because of the amount of butterflies in my stomach. i hear him chuckle as he feels me grin against his neck, possibly feeling my teeth softly graze it quickly.

"i uh.." matt begins to speak.

"shit, am i making you uncomfortable?" i immediately ask as i take my face of his neck and look up at him with a worried expression on my tired face as i still struggle to keep my eyes open.

"no no no not at all" he immediately reassures me.. "it's just.. i wanted to tell you something. i give him a "go on" look and he speaks once again. "y/n.. i-i've actually liked you for a bit now. and i never knew if you felt the same, which is why i always distanced myself from you." he brushes a strand of hair away from my forehead.

"oh my fuck." i say, my eyes immediately widening. oh my god? is he being serious?

"yeah.. and i understand if u don't-" he begins to speak, but i cut him off by shifting my body onto his lap and i wrap my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist, and i pull him into a passionate kiss. he immediately kisses back, wrapping his hands around my waist, going under my shirt to caress my bare skin. i adjust my body against his to get comfortable, and he immediately groans at the movement, making me chuckle against his lips as he shoves his tongue in my mouth, causing me to gasp. and then i feel it. his hard cock pushes against my inner thigh, causing me to pull back and look him up and down. "are you-?"

"shit, that's my bad." he says, looking down, embarrassed.

"you're good." i say with a soft giggle and i pull him back into a kiss before he could even begin to respond. the fact that only a kiss can cause him to react like that. i wonder what would happen if i were to just-

i take one hand off his neck and put it down to under his pants and on top of his boxers. before taking anything further, i pull away and ask, "can i?"

"y-yes." he quickly responds in a breathless whimper. with no hesitation, i put my hand under his boxers and palm his cock a couple times.

"oh my g- fuck y/n" matt struggles to let out between whimpers as i continue my movements, soon combining that with me grinding my thighs against his, causing his body to fall weak as he wraps lays his hands on my waist under my shirt and lays his head on my shoulder, sucking and biting on a sensitive spot where my neck and shoulder meet

i pause my moments for a second out of shock and i gasp as he fastens his mouth movements on my neck, slowly going down to my shoulder. "keep going baby, don't stop." he whispers against my neck, and i immediately obey him. he lifts his lips up to my ear. "good girl" and without warning, he puts one of his hands below my pants, and soon below my underwear. "is this uncomfortable?" he asks against my ear, his hot breath fanning it. i immediately shake my head aggressively, causing him to rub his thumb against my clit. "mm-matt" i say barley above a whisper, not stopping my movements from before.

"yes sweetheart?" he whispers against my ear before beginning to kiss on my collarbone, softly whimpering against me. "i-" i begin to speak but i get interrupted when he shoves 2 fingers inside of me and circles them around, causing me to gasp and whimper at the same time, trying to stay quiet in case anybody is home, because i never payed attention to that. "oh my fuck. j-just like that" i say as i wrap a hand around his hard cock. he groans slightly before saying, "my perfect fucking girl" and i suddenly lose all of my self control as i use my free hand to lift his chin to look at me and pull him into another kiss, but that doesn't stop either of us from moving our currently busy hands. without any hesitation, he shoves his tongue in my mouth and desperately bites my bottom lip, making me whimper a little bit as he deepens the kiss. i soon move my lips down to his jawline, planting kisses as i soon go down to his neck, to his shoulder, and then sideways to his collarbone. he doesn't take his fingers out of me and i don't take my hand away from his cock.

he gets more intense with his fingers and shoves them deeper inside me. "oh my g-god matt i'm gonna-" i get cutoff by one of my own whimpers as he goes a little deeper. "jesus fucking christ matthew." i manage to get out.

"darling, how do you think you're making me feel?" matt whispers as he runs his free hand through my hair as i continue with my kisses up and down his neck. "y/n, i'm so goddamn close." he says in between soft groans.

"me too." i whisper against his neck, breathing heavily against it. about 20 seconds (or 25 .. or 30.. idk i lost count..) go by and suddenly, i feel his release on my hand, and i'm sure he feels mine on his fingers, causing us both to let out a sigh of satisfaction as we gaze into each others eyes, not taking our hands off of each other until we both finish. and once we do, i lay my head on his shoulder as i hear him lick myself off of his fingers, and i do the same with my hand.

"y/n that was-" i cut him off by pulling him into another kiss, still breathless but also careless as i slip my tongue in his mouth. he gasps against my lips as i do this, and he places his hands under my shirt and onto my bare waist. as we're making out, we hear a key start to unlock the door. but although we hear it, we're not fully aware of it until the door opens and nick and chris gasp.

"oh my fucking fuck.. shit oh my-" nick tries to speak, but is unable to do so at the sight, and i immediately take myself off of him as i look at nick struggling to speak and chris's stunned expression and frozen body.

"jesus christ." chris finally speaks.

"i- oh my god guys i promise to you i can explain." matt immediately says in panic as he gets up off the couch and i follow to stand right next to him.

"no!" nick immediately puts his hand in the air. "i don't even wanna hear it. i thought you guys.. didn't get along BUT it seems as if that situation is now pushed way far back into the past, isn't it?"

"m-maybe.." i say shyly, looking down at my feet as matt intertwines our fingers, causing me to visibly somewhat relax.

"yeah.. clearly." chris adds, shifting his gaze from matt to me, then back to matt.

"i don't even know what to do nor say." matt says with a tight squeeze of my hand, causing goosebumps to travel down my arms and soon to my legs as some still remain where they started.

"well i bet you sure did know when y'all were.. you know." nick replies with a giggle, failing to stop it as matt immediately lets go of my hand and walks over to nick, giving him a playful slap on his arm, causing me to put the inside of my fist over my mouth as i let out a giggle.

oh god.

#matt #sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #fanfiction #sturniolo triplets

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fastcardotmp3 · 2 years ago

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When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass it on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love!

oh what a cool thing 😭💛

I've only got 4 fics on ao3 right now but I'll pad it with something from my tumblr ramblings too fjdaskl

METAMORPHOSES - (109k+ wip) Eddie post-Kas possession recovery fic ft. Steddie hurt/comfort slow burn and the Eddie & Nancy friendship of my dreams

I think this is genuinely my favorite thing I've written so far even though it's not done yet. It feels like I've learned a piece of what it's taken to pull this together from every other thing I've written for this fandom and I'm finally finding a cohesive way to put those pieces together. Upside Down twisty turns? Character studies? Motifs and throughlines? you know the drill. I love this Eddie with my entire goddamn soul I'm so grateful to anyone who has taken the time to hang out with me in this little universe

there's blood in my ears (and a fool in the mirror) - (58k) Eddie & Max escape from the UD post S4 ft. Steddie getting to know each other pre S4

my very first ST fic, I just NEEDED to write about Eddie and Max stumbling their way into chosen family-hood and stumbled myself into making Boys Kiss along the way and although it's not as popular as some of my other stuff, I love this little world and I love my first try at playing around with UD logistics and DIY lore.

someone else's favorite song - (120k) Steve centric as he grieves the death of his mother and stumbles through the ups and downs of a FWB relationship with Eddie

This will never not have a special place in my heart, I got so much out of writing this both on a technical writing learning level and just the catharsis that always comes with writing about grief for me. I write for myself to such a degree that it still shocks me every time someone mentions connecting to this story and I am so full of gratitude that my catharsis could be yours too so just <3

that's just wasteland, baby! - (19k) Steve centric post S4 apocalyptic Hawkins ft. life affirming shower sex and buzzcut!Steve

I am always thinking about the immediate aftermath of season 4 and what kind of impact All That would have on the actual town of Hawkins, I mean we are RIFE with opportunity for good apocalyptic romance/ found family and this was my go at it. I'm really proud of managing to do something short and slice-of-life rather than accidentally writing a novel fajdskl and I had a really good time just narrowing my focus and making it a small story in such a Big setting ya know

reprogrammed au - (tumblr meta) after the end of the war with the UD, the people responsible for the NINA Project use that technology to wipe the Party's memories (at least for a little while)

If it's not already clear, I really love playing with the boundaries of what sort of unexplored set-ups exist for cool premises in the canon ST universe and this is just a further extension of that. I would love to write a longer more involved version of this, because there are just SO many avenues to take, especially with such a broad ensemble cast, and I love a good, kind of fucked up introspective moment/ any excuse to mess around with structure and unreliable narration so this is like the gold mine for me.

I have no idea who's already done this so apologies if I send out any repeats! I just haven't been scrolling as much this week because I'm busy getting my ass kicked by situations and circumstances and such woof

#ask #dot fic #dot thought #thanks for sending this friend I will now send out some!#<3 <3 <3

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thewordworrier · 2 years ago

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Current WIPs - March 2023

I could’ve just listed these, but I thought a little extract would be fun. I’ve already done a post about how many words I’ve written but haven’t published yet. That’s interesting. Okay, under the cut then!

~#~#~ ~ From The DangerDays Fic - also known as The Sandbox Fic [Er, so this thing has massive numbers behind it, so picking an extract was really hard.]

“Was that actually livin’ though, if you think about it? Really?” Party scoffed, moving closer to her. “You shouldn’t knock our way of life until you’ve tried it.” He moved even closer, watching her eye him warily. “You might even like it.”

~#~#~ ~ From The VampireAU [Well, a lengthier “extract” would be the OTPtober piece I wrote - Insecurity.]

"There’s too much change nowadays,” he mumbled. “It’s difficult to keep up sometimes. And I don’t like it. Or at least...”

Shelly tilted her head as he glanced up at her.

“I don't like most of it."

~#~#~ ~ From The Other Vampire AU - also known as the Reverse!Vampire AU

“That mirror isn’t back from the enchanter yet is it?” Shelly asked, peering into the mirror on her vanity table, even though she couldn't really see anything.

~#~#~ ~ From the Stripper!AU [There’s actually a little more to this one but ehhhh.]

“Well,” he ran his hand through his hair before it went back to rest on his hip. “I normally do a little bit of a routine, and my guest gets the best seat.” He paused and looked her up and down again, slowly. “And all of my focused attention.”

Shelly hummed, going pink.

"I want you to be my antidote," Party Poison purred in her ear. "My special guest for the night."

~#~#~ ~ From my CollegeAU - also known as the PolyCollegeAU

“He could share us. We could share him.” He watched her raise an eyebrow. “If he’s into me too. Or, if not, and he’s willing, we could share you?”

~#~#~ ~ From the Succubus AU

“I don’t understand,” he said quietly. “I… Did I inhale something? Am I dreaming? I didn’t think things -”

“Things? Baby I’m not a thing,” Shelly frowned from her kneeling spot on the floor before shrugging. “I mean, I’m not totally human but I’m not a thing.”

He swallowed. “Then what are you?”

“Oh honey, I think you already know the answer to that,” she brushed her hair back over her shoulders and sat up a little straighter. “You summoned me after all.”

~#~#~ ~ From the NormalAU - the Origins segment* [*I say this, because this is... Massive. Of course it is - I’ve got bits that span their whole career filed under “the Normal AU” tag. In my GoogleDocs, not on here.]

"I’d like to introduce you to the best advantage the London office has to offer… Although, I might be a little biased, because she currently works for me. Gentlemen, this is Ashely Sketcher.”

Shelly swallowed slowly as four sets of eyes turned on her before she managed a small smile.

“Ashely, these are the gentlemen of My Chemical Romance -”

~#~#~ Aside from these - these are my main babies, I’ve got a couple of other less worked on things: scenes from a High School AU, the ending chapters for IACIS, alternate chapters for other things, my first attempt at a Vampire AU. But those don’t get much screentime.

#She Speaks #She Talks Writing #my WIPs #Welcome to the WIP Parade

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fantasies-fairytales-n-fics · 2 years ago

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Thranduil and Josie- The Red Carpet Part 2

Important summary: Halloween 2022. The red carpet pre-party continues with photos galore! Lestat's Halloween masquerade ball is hosted by none other than the dashing Marius de Romanus. This is a two part chapter and all just for fun and is not really taking place before the party. I just thought that with all the doom and gloom, the readers could use some light and even some comedy. So, Enjoy the show and all the amazeballs attire I have dressed our characters in! Remember, the characters are Lestat's guests and only have access to his wardrobe which is his stockpile of mainly gothic attire over his centuries. He does not collect elven garments as vampires despise the sprites, although I think he may have a growing secret soft spot for the Elvenking. Have fun and be sure to comment on your favorite outfits!! (Mine by far is Louie, Lestat's brat cat, who I have given a "special" power to. I mean, to be fair, everyone else has some, so why not him? After all, he IS a vampire's cat.)

NOTES: PLEASE READ! All of my artwork is for pure entertainment. They're far from perfect as I am no photo shop expert so I am sure you will find flaws. If you like any and want to share or use them in your fic for some reason, please DO! I will not be a snot about it and harass you like one has done to many others, myself included. There is always someone that has to suck the fun out of everything. A fun sucking vampire per se.......like Raven lol.

*Language, sexual references, angst, SMUT*

All Hallows' Eve 10pm.

The song "I'm too sexy" kept up in repetition as the photographers all swarmed the blue room when Thranduil and his Queen, you, entered for your photo shoots. Getting shots of the Elvenking was a rare treat and to see him in gothic attire was even more of a rarity as it was simply non existent. You were surprised that Thranduil was even allowing himself to be photographed in such appalling garments as that is what he thought of them, but as he said...he was doing it solely for you.

After your first one together was completed, Thranduil went into the dressing room and began changing in to his next one. The rooms had been pre-prepped with his and everyone's chosen outfits and was filled with wine which you knew your King was over indulging in at that very moment to ease his disgust. You about dropped to your knees when you saw him come out.

My god did this man slay black leather like no other could, you thought. Not even Lestat. And that little pop of the cherry red vest took the ensemble to a whole 'nother level of hotness. The press was eating this up. "That's it Thranduil, make love to the camera! Thranduil can you smile for us? King Thranduil, you're gorgeous baby...you're dashing, debonair and frankly quite delicious!"

Your core was spinning in ecstasy. If his next look was anything like this, you were going to have to be scraped up off the floor. Thranduil could hear your thoughts and reveled in them as he grinned at you.

Once he had enough of the constant flashes in his eyes, he went to change in to the next costume, which was the way he perceived it.

And "holy shit" was all that escaped your lips when he walked back out. More black leather slightly tinged with burgundy around the outer lining and half of the vest. And that damn belt buckle was staring you right in the face. You wanted to rip it off with your teeth. Yep, you were done for... and speaking of buckles, your King better buckle up for the wild ride he is going on tonight when you both have your own private after party. His eyes popped at your thoughts and he gave you a wink that screamed bring it on.

Even Louie was consumed with fascination of the Elvenking as he joined in for the viewing. Louie really seemed to adore Thranduil. What animal didn't? It was like he had this special connection with them and was even able to telepathically speak with them. It was like their souls were one.

Off Thranduil went to put on his last piece of wardrobe. Suddenly, a huge commotion took place just outside on the red carpet so you had to go take a peek to see who had arrived. Hopefully Haldir and Legolas who were going to get an earful from you for being late. When you saw....and smelled who it was, your heart dropped after it skipped 20 fast beats.... Garrett.

What was it with these men and black leather. You couldn't help yourself of gritting your teeth in pleasure seeing Garrett this way. A long black leather trench coat paired with a simple black tee shirt, black ripped jeans and black combat boots. The women were going ape shit and you could hardly blame them. "Garrett! Bite me! Suck me! Show me your fangs!" were only some of the sexual comments being screamed at the tall, dark and handsome King Garrett Lee. Even Louie was starstruck as he gazed up at his favorite long time buddy.

His molasses aroma swept through the air as he paraded down the runway with the bottom of his coat swaying like the boss babe he was. He spoke with Marius for a few minutes and then his eyes connected with yours as he glanced around secretly looking for you. It was no secret to you though, You knew that's what he was doing. He politely ended his conversation with Marius and bee lined straight for you.

"Hey little one. Long time no see. Damn girl, you are on fire. You look absolutely beautiful tonight, but then again, you always do." The look in his eyes was so genuine and they glistened of a sapphire blue, the same hue you saw the night he cried in your arms after revealing his past life to you. You had truly missed him.

You were speechless. All you found yourself doing was throwing your arms around him. Garrett gladly reciprocated and squeezed you tight. "You missed me that much huh?" he chuckled into your ear. "Well the feeling is mutual." The paparazzi were on this like flies on shit. Anything for a good scandalous photo which Thranduil did not need. You instantly regretted it and quickly withdrew your arms. Flashes from the cameras went wild as they swarmed around you and Garrett like vultures with 20 different questions shouting from 20 different voices. "What is the nature of your relationship with King Garrett? Are you having an affair? Are you sleeping with the enemy? What does Thranduil think?" You began to hyperventilate as they kept closing in around you and threw your hands over your face, then buried yourself into Garrett's chest.

"Back the fuck off! NOW! All of you....or you will be sorry." Garrett growled in such an ominous tone. You glanced up at him and his eyes glowed bright blood red. You were right before, when you suspected the red was a defense mode color...but it also seemed to be a pissed off warning hue as well and you knew he meant it. So did the screeching vultures when they saw his eyes. Gasps filled the room and all went silent as they scurried back like scared little mice. Garrett could have taken all 50 of them out in only seconds and they knew it. How stupid could they be, you thought, to push a vampire's buttons, especially that of a King vamp.

Marius and vampire guard zipped over like lightning scaring the bejesus out of you when he appeared out of nowhere. "Now now everyone...there is no need for such haste. Garrett, escort Josephine back into the blue room and I will handle this." The vexed vamp reluctantly submitted and walked you back with his arm over you like a wing, shielding you.

As you entered the room and looked up, there stood Thranduil who had witnessed the entire scene. "Thranduil!" you cried and ran straight into his arms. Your King glared at the other King.

"Josephine...it is time for you to go change." Thranduil snarled without taking his eyes off of Garrett.

"But Thran..."

"Josephine...glenn hi!" (Go now). You gave Garrett a worried look and then did as you were ordered. "Garrett....what an unpleasant surprise to see you here with your hands all over my wife."

"You saw what happened. I was protecting her. You're welcome by the way."

"I did not thank you. It would not have occurred if you had minded your distance."

Here came the press again as they were drama magnets. "Thranduil! Garrett! How about some shots together! Two King rivals next to each other. The fans will go crazy for it! Even better, bring in your wife for a threesome!"

Thranduil towered over the now shaking shutterbug. "I suggest you mind your suggestive words regarding my wife unless you want to find yourself begging for your worthless existence. Will that not be the story of the night? Pig-ignorant paparrazo falls at the mercy of the Elvenking. Great headline would you not say? I could even hold my sword to your throat giving all the others that profitable and memorable money shot as you would not be around to collect on it."

Garrett intervened to keep Thranduil from murdering the petrified photographer in the public eyes. "Come one guys....no one needs to lose their head over a few photos. Whatcha say Thrandy, let's humor them. I'm always game for a threesome." Garrett grinned from ear to ear and sped off to the men's dressing room to change.

You had came out just in time to catch Thranduil's serene display of rage. "Let's just humor them and take a few photos so they'll get off our backs and we can then go enjoy our evening."

"I was about to humor them until I was rudely interrupted." Thranduil then looked you up and down. "Such beauty you hold yet again. This will cost you tonight. I will not endure having my image displayed in the same photo with a vampire for free. It is challenging enough to be in a room consumed with the filth." Thranduil deviously grinned and watched his own fingertip trace down your chest and into your cleavage.

"Deal." You bit your lip as your eyes tauntingly peered up into his.

Garrett came out and the photo montage began. Thranduil only agreed to having one taken. His face spoke volumes on how thrilled he was. And then there was Garrett trying to intimidate Thranduil by staring at him in which he failed miserably at. Thranduil was not dissuaded by it in the least. You, on the other hand, were imagining all the scandalous headlines they were going to caption this photo with. "2 Kings in love with the same Queen"...or "An Elf, a witch and a vampire walk into a masquerade ball" or even worse yet "A Masquerade Threesome. King Garrett Lee says 'He's game'."

(The photo of Thranduil is not my edit)

Thranduil immediately headed off for the wine after enduring the worst 3 seconds of his life. Garrett then continued his own photo shoot. For his first one, a backdrop of a library was lowered down per his request. He certainly looked sultry and charming in the burgundy velvet jacket over a black frilled silk shirt and coordinating top hat.

"Would you grace me with taking a few photos together?" Garrett sweetly asked you.

Thranduil still had not returned from the dressing room so you agreed to do some. For the first one, Garrett changed in to a black velvet jacket but still wore the same shirt and pants. Another stunning combination, you thought. A backdrop was lowered of Lestat's castle with the glowing red full moon above and congruent windows.

(The photo of Garrett below is not my edit)

You then went to find another outfit and surprisingly found a pairing one to Garrett's for a woman but in black. Needless to say, he was enamored by it but decided to put the burgundy overcoat back on for that little bit of added color. The camera flashes went off like a strobe light. "Yes! Twinning. You two are smoking hot. Look at that chemistry! Unbelievable! Let's do one more kids and then I am told the Prince of Mirkwood and Marchwarden of Lorien have arrived."

Finally! you thought. What in the world took those two so long was beyond you, but deciphered it to be their constant bickering.

You and Garrett quickly changed and took the last photo that a dining room backdrop was displayed for. Garrett was dashing as always in a long sleeved black satin shirt and vest with a scarlet scarf resting around his neck and tucked inside the front of the vest. You sported a simple sleeveless black dress with your hair down and held a golden mask up to your face with black feathers attached, revealing only your eyes as you peered over it.

Garrett's eyes were now saddened. "Josephine. I am honored that you did this for me. I will cherish the photos always as I know that is all I will ever have of you. I must go now. The party's just beginning." He grinned and kissed your forehead, then slid into his long leather jacket and dashed away.

"Garrett!" you shouted as you ran to the doorway...but he was gone. You looked up at the big screen and caught him swooping into the ballroom and joining into a dance with his fellow vamps.

Your eyes then caught sight of something so magnificent. Haldir and Legolas all extravagantly dressed up and smiling at you. "Where in the hell have you two slackers been?" you huffed. "You missed the entire photo montage!"

"No we did not. We watched on the big screen after we strolled down the red carpet. There were too many fans and press to try and push through so we enjoyed it from afar."

"That still does not explain why you both were late. Thranduil is not happy."

"No...I am not." The King said as he appeared behind you. "This entire evening has been one tremendous headache and to add insult to injury, you two embarrass me by your unpunctual arrivals." Thranduil was right in your eyes. His image was reflected off both that of his heir and his closest confidant.

"I apologize Adar. The attire was...."

"Nonsense! Enough with this ridiculous babble. I do not approve of the attire as well but I have suffered it without revocation and so shall the two of you."

"Yes Adar." Legolas shamefully replied and went in to the blue room with a humiliated Haldir in tow. Damn did these elves look fine, you thought, but you didn't let Thranduil here your thoughts on that one. Haldir in particular. He would always hold a piece of your heart.

It was time for the two elves shine. Prince Legolas unwillingly went first. He wore a form fitting satin navy blue suit and tie with a leopard like print on it and held a coordinating top hat in his hand and...he totally owned it. He reminded you so much of Thranduil.

Haldir coughed and simultaneously whispered "blueberry." The shot that was taken was priceless as Legolas glared at the mischievious marchwarden.

"Haldir!" you reeled in a whisper and smacked his arm. "Legolas...you look so.....divine. I have no words. You are.....beautiful."

The Prince's eyes widened. "R..Really? You do not think I am joke worthy like Haldir seems to think?" Legolas asked as he gave Haldir another glare but this time with a confident smirk that you justified for him.

"Absolutely not! Pay no attention to holier than thou Haldir and go change for your next shot." you told him as you gave a scowl at your best friend. Legolas smiled and went on his was.

"Nice jo...real nice. I do not presume I am better than anyone else." Haldir huffed and took his place to be photographed. You had hurt his feelings and it was written all over his face.

Haldir did look quite ravishing, you had to admit. A black ensemble with a burgundy vest and a black cape long enough to cover his ass. White ruffled shirt cuffs that were only visible at his wrists made the outfit explode in elegance. You couldn't believe these two bitched about the clothing when they were completely rocking the goth attire.

Haldir pouted and went to change in to his next and came out minutes later with a matching Legolas. You were mind blown as were the photographers. "Twinning! Yes! You guys are both killing it!"

The only difference between to the two ebony satin suits and white shirts were the bow ties and belts. Yeah...you were secretly drooling.

"See! Look at you two! You both are like....amazeballs. And the twinning thing....sexy as hell!" you laughed. Legolas and Haldir glanced at each other with shy grins. Yandere Thranduil stuck his head in the air and peered down at you with squinted eyes for your comments. "Oh Thranduil. I meant nothing by it except that they look great. Do you not think they do?"

"Then why not just say they look great without the extra descriptive emphasis? They are presentable." That was all you were going to get out of Thranduil when he felt showed up. "

You snuck your hand under his long coat and grabbed his ass. "How is that for extra emphasis." you smirked. As Thranduil still held his prior form and eye position at you, a tiny grin curled on one corner of his mouth.

The elven boys came back for their last shoot. Completely twinning again and leaving you speechless.

Black and purple satin! Both different iridescent shades of the plum color and different styles of vests and bow ties.

"You guys! Purple! It is my favorite color....I am so amazed by you both right now."

"I feel like a giant eggplant." Legolas scoffed.

"What is it with you and comparing yourself to food?" Haldir snickered.

"Well...it is true. The black one made me feel like a stick of licorice."

"Now that you mention it, I can see the resemblance." Haldir chortled. "Just think...if you had been able to wear green...the jolly green giant climbing up his celery stalk."

Thranduil's eyes squished shut and his lips pursed. "Sometimes I wonder if either of you are worthy of the titles you hold." Off he went to guzzle another glass of wine. You looked at Legolas, then Haldir...and you all burst into laughter.

"Everyone, everyone! Can I have your attention please!" Marius proclaimed. "If you bring your attention to the big screen, I have a special guest via skype, that could not be here tonight due to lack of notice. An unusual but respected guest he is. We vampires keep our peace with him as he is favored for the mind fucking Dorwinion vintage all of middle earth craves. Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you....the notorious, the infamous, the warlock we love to hate....Stephane Narcisse!"

The crowd roared and your jaw dropped. Thranduil's eyes formed into a tiny slit that offered him enough room to glare out of at his long time nemesis. Although the two were rivals and constantly throwing passive aggressive insults at each other, they still had a strange mutual respect for each other. Your thoughts were that Thranduil had to keep the peace so he didn't lose his imported wine contract, because as Marius truthfully described, it was the most craved, potent and mind fucking vintage in all of middle earth. A little bit went a long way no matter the shape or size of the consumer. Basically...moonshine, 151 rum and everclear all wrapped in up in a pretty wine bottle but tasted like grapes. And yet Thranduil could down it like a glass of water and then some. But the again, an elf's liquor tolerance was incredibly high....except for maybe Legolas'. That thought made you giggle as you remembered him announcing to your entire wedding reception room that he could feel tingling in his fingertips.

Stephane's distorted image appeared on the screen and then cleared. "Lord Narcisse....welcome to Lestat's masquerade ball. Happy Halloween!" Marius commenced.

"Thank you Marius. I am happy to be here for all Hallows' eve." Narcisse's voice echoed through the room.

"It seems you have a magnitude of fans here judging by their reaction. Tell us, what is it like there in the city of Dorwinion."

"Well Marius....it is like the NYC of middle earth. The city that never sleeps."

"And I am sure that keeps you busy for the party goers. The high demand of your wine is record breaking. So tell us...inquiring minds want to know. What is it like being involved in King Thranduil's orbit. I hear the Elvenking is your top client."

Narcisse was definitely dressed for the occasion as he sat in his foyer. Black leather pants and boots, a white undershirt that ruffled around his neck and a burgundy leather overcoat laced in designs of gold.

"Oh you know...the usual."

The fans laughed and cheered at his reply....so did you actually, but inside your head. He wasn't lying, you thought.

"So tell us then...how do you deal with such situations?"

"I struggle a lot."

"Oh? Selfish how? Do tell." Marius chuckled.

"What can I say? Be at that a warlock, I am still a man. I am not a soulless animal although some are."

"Are you speaking of your twin brother commonly referred to as Darken Rahl?"

"Respectfully, that is not something I am willing to discuss with you or anyone for that matter. I hope you all enjoy the festivities and my signature wines. It was nice chatting with you." Obviously Marius struck a nerve and Narcisse was cutting the cord. "Josephine...if you are watching. Cheers love. See you soon." Stephane took a sip of his wine and the live feed went dead.

You were dumbfounded at that moment and could feel Thranduil's fiery stare upon you. "Thranduil...I..I do not know..."

"I have had enough of this night." Off the King went making his way through the rowdy crowd. All you could do was chase after him.

"That....pompous...." Thranduil snarked and tore his overcoat off, tossing it across the bedroom and pouring himself a huge glass of his archenemy's dorwinion wine and downing it.

"Thranduil...I am sorry. I do not know what that was all about."

"It is not that difficult to translate. It was a provocative statement to me. He desires you and was making it prominently known. Spineless son of a ...."

"Hey!! Baby..stop. Do not let him infuriate you this way. My heart is yours and yours only. Now...I think it is time to find my genie and give him a good rubbing, yes?" you said as your hand grasped his cock.

"I think the genie needs more than rubbing." Thranduil's aroused pupils lowered down to you. "All those...threats you made for our after party...I am ready to partake in them."

"As you wish my King." You scooted a chair in front of the bed. "Stand in front of it."

The wicked grin that formed on his face was taunting. He did as you asked and with one swift shove to his chest, he plopped into the chair with a gasp escaping his smiling mouth. You reached under the bed and pulled out some rope that was secretly planned by you all along. Round and round, you draped it over him and tied his hands together. He didn't fight you one bit. It in fact turned him on desperately as his cock became quite known through his pants. He spread his legs with an inviting moan tumbling up his throat as he gazed at you in desire.

There your King sat, bound and tied before you with elven knots that Legolas taught you to do. Thranduil of course could easily break free of them....but he didn't want to.

You moved to stand between his legs. His head arched back to peer up at you as he held a "fuck me now" grin on his face. You slowly bent down and took his beautiful face in your hands, then pushed your mouth over his, leaving you both taking in a deep gasp. Your tongues slithered about each others and then you yanked away with a seductive look while he sat with his mouth still open and tongue slightly out. Your hands glided down his muscular arms as you dropped to your knees, then they found their way to his belt buckle. You undid it, then took his zipper down. The one thing that truly turned your core inside out was that he was commando. Just the way you liked it. Simple access. You worked his pants down under his ass and then he wriggled about to help you get them down to his ankles.

This was certainly an image you would never forget. Your King, tied to a chair with only a shirt on and his bottom half stark naked with a full attention cock twitching at you. You took down the top of your dress letting your breasts stare at him. Then, with one knee and then the other, you climbed upon him. Thranduil was trembling with the fact he could not touch you. He was at your mercy and god did he love it. Your hands rested on the back of the chair as you positioned yourself over the head of his throbbing member. "Josephine...." he mumbled with his eyes closed. "I...I could come right now."

"Save that for this." With that said, you pushed yourself all the way down on him, taking him in fully in one thrust. Thranduil's body jerked so hard, the chair slightly tipped like an old school swing set if you swung to high. You gripped on firmly to his hair with each hand and began pumping him.

Thranduil lasted about 10 seconds and began moaning your name. His hips slammed up into you as his summery fluids shot into you, which in turn caused your simultaneous release. Your nails dug into the back of his neck as you unwound.

"Untie me...now." Thranduil commanded with full blown black pupils.

You climbed off of him and did as he ordered. You no more than got the rope free of his hands and he hoisted you onto his waist as he stood up. He got to the bed and dropped you onto your back. You gasped in ecstasy as you hit the mattress. What a sight. A 6'5 elf standing over you between your spread legs with only a shirt on and bare naked from the waist down....and a raging cock pointing at you. He kicked his boots off, then his pants. Like a prowling lion, he slowly climbed over you, then with one swift thrust, his cock filled you up. You screamed and bucked as he began vigorously fucking you. With each jab to your inner core, it ignited your g spot. Swirls of color bursts swarmed your sight as you climaxed, screaming his name. The sound of his name shrieking from your lips triggered his release. Out came exasperating grunts from his mouth and erratic palpitations from his cock. His forehead laid heavily atop yours as you both gasped for air in the aftermath of your explosions.

Thranduil stroked your cheek with the back of his hand. "Well...now my love....we have a Halloween masquerade ball to attend."

Multiple scratches arose on the inside of the bedroom door. "Let me the fuck out!" You and Thranduil sat up in shock to see Louie's scarred eyes from witnessing your bedroom blitz................

*Stay tuned. The next chapter will pick up where chapter 81 (Paint It Black) left off as Josephine and King Thranduil enter the ball. Hope you enjoyed the show!! Thanks for attending! What a refreshing ride! My brain is now recharged and ready to take on the amalgam and series of unfortunate events. Brace yourselves. It's gonna be one hell of a wild night."

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sassy-ahsoka-tano · 2 years ago

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DIALOGUE

[ prompts with / indicate that both characters A + B have lines ]

“You have a leaf in your hair.”

“You’re shivering.”

“Why don’t you take off that mask? I’d like to see your face.”

“You’re scared of that, really?”

“That’s your favorite candy? You have shit taste.”

“Promise not to laugh at me if I scream.”

“My friend abandoned me at this Halloween party and I don’t know anyone. But you look as miserable as I feel.”

“If you can’t summon flames directly from hell, store-bought is fine.”

“It says take one, love.”

“Well…you grabbed my hand first.”

“Oh, I see. Is someone a little scared?”

“I spent so long in the darkness I’d almost forgotten how beautiful the moonlight is.”

“You’re the devil in disguise.”

“Nice try. You’ll have to work harder to scare me.”

“I know you’re trying to be scary, but you’re just way too cute.”

“I couldn’t find a costume, so I just decided to go as your [partner/bf/gf].”

“You’re a scaredy cat.” / “I am not!”

“Boo!” / “You were scarier with the mask off.”

“What are you supposed to be?” / “It isn’t obvious?”

“Ew candy corn?” / “What? This candy is hated for no reason. It’s good!”

“That kind of scared me.” / “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”

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514 notes - Posted October 1, 2022

My Bestest Girl

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: No

Prompt: You have a nightmare but your husband is always there to comfort you when you need him. Feat. a spicy ending. [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: mentions of sex

Rating: Pg-13 || Word Count: 1030

A/N: I swear this morphed into like 3 different things as I was writing it. Part 2...maybe? Smut is coming cause i can't control myself, i just don't know when 😂

🦋 mila

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You’re running like you’ve never run before. One foot replaces the other faster than you can even think and you feel a pain from somewhere, but you can’t place it exactly. Your chest heaves and you feel panic spreading throughout your body. The darkness around you starts to cave in. There are no walls, but you feel them crushing down on you anyway. Although you try to push them back, they only come faster. The horrific, distorted face of someone you don’t recognize appears floating in the darkness, and your heart lurches as-

Suddenly, you’re awake, sweating and shaking a little in the bed. It takes a moment for you to return to reality and remember where you are and that you’re safe.

“Baby?” Elvis’ deep, smooth voice comes out raspier than usual. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

You curl your arms around your knees, and your husband leans up. The bed shifts under his weight as he scoots toward you and wraps his arms around your shoulders.

“What’s the matter, baby girl?” he asks again, rubbing your shoulder and tucking some loose hair behind your ear.

You look at him in the dark. His blue eyes peer tenderly back, his eyebrows knitted in concern. Although his hair is disheveled, he still looks as handsome as the day you married him. Something in the way he’s gazing so intently at you draws your tears out. You fall back into his arms and start to sob. The cold air in the bedroom freezes your tears as they trickle down your cheeks. His grip loosens and then retightens to bring you all the way into his lap, and you bury your face into his shoulder. His skin is warm and smooth, and you feel terribly guilty for wetting his beautiful chest with your ugly tears.

“Come ‘ere,” he whispers, rubbing your back. “Come ‘ere and let me hold ya. Everything’s gonna be aright. Shhh, it’s okay. Everything’s okay.”

You let your body go limp in his strong embrace, and you feel completely supported. The way he rubs your back and squeezes you just a little too tightly makes you feel like nothing in the world would dare try to hurt you. He presses a few kisses to your sweaty forehead. As you heave to a normal breath, Elvis leans back and moves your hair out of your face so he can see your eyes.

“You’re my bestest girl, you know that?”

“I thought your mama was your bestest girl,” you sniffle with a small smile.

Elvis smiles back, wipes a stray tear from your cheek, and then shakes his head.

“She’ll always be my first girl, but you became my bestest girl the day I married ya,” he says, and you smile so hard it hurts. “Now, tell me what’s goin on. D’ya have a nightmare?”

You nod.

“What about, baby girl?”

“I was trying to run away from something and it wasn’t working,” you say, feeling tears well up again. “I couldn’t see exactly what it was but I just know I was terrified of it. As I was running, the hallways started to get smaller and smaller like they were squeezing me to death.”

“Well that don’t sound like fun, baby. But hey, look,” he responds, taking your hand in his. He flips your palm so that it’s facing the ceiling and curls his own fingers over yours. “I’m here. I’ll always be here for ya. Ain’t nothing gonna hurt you while I’m here.”

He squeezes your fingers and smiles down at you. You glance up at him in the moonlight and gently touch his cheek. He leans into your hand, and you brush the lines around his smiling mouth with your thumb. You pull him toward you and press your lips to his. As you kiss him, his arm snakes around your back and pulls you against his chest. You wind your hands around his neck and back, spreading your fingers to absorb as much of his warmth as possible.

He pulls back for a moment to gaze into your eyes before kissing your cheek and your neck. He brings you into a big bear hug. Your legs reposition to hug his waist, and you throw your arms over his shoulders. As you squeeze out your stress, he peppers kisses all over your neck and shoulders.

You feel him kiss the top of the strap of your nightgown and then pause. You turn to look at him. He stares at the strap with an angry expression for a moment before quickly moving it out of the way, planting a kiss on your bare shoulder, and putting it back. He nods as if he’s pleased with the job he’s done. You throw your head back to laugh, but he takes the opportunity to assault your undefended neck with kisses. His breath tickles your skin, and you giggle, playfully trying to push him away. After a few moments, he stops, kisses your jaw sweetly, and meets your eyes.

“You feelin any better?” he asks, and you nod enthusiastically.

“Much. Thank you. I love you,” you respond in a whisper.

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545 notes - Posted June 30, 2022

ASG - Part Two: Burnin' Love

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: Yeah, by me 💀

Prompt: Elvis sweeps Bird outside to the lake to cool down on a hot day. Spoiler, she doesn't cool off, but it’s not the temperature that has her sweating. [ Fem!OC ]

TW: Nothing tbh? this is vanilla af

Rating: M || Word Count: 4442

A/N: this might be my favorite smut that i've ever written...

This is Part 2 of ASG. Find the rest of the series here!

🦋 mila

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She happens to be passing through the living room when a knock on the door comes. She's suddenly very pleased to be the one who opens it since Elvis is standing on the other side. It's been a week or so since their little walk and they've managed to see each other a couple of times. Mostly, he would walk her home after work. Paranoid that someone would see her and tell her father, Bird hasn't let anything happen that would have been too scandalous. Elvis respects her wishes and she appreciates it.

“Elvis?”

“Hi baby, how ya doin’?” he asks, smiling and stepping inside the house.

She curls her fingers into her palms and then grabs him by the shirt sleeve.

“This a nice house ya got he-”

He cuts off when she harshly drags him into a corner of the room, behind a bookcase.

“Thank you, but I’d appreciate it if ya didn’t alert my daddy your presence,” she responds, glancing out from behind a stack of books to see if her father is anywhere near. When she swivels back around, she jumps back at how close Elvis is to her face.

“Why not, baby girl?”

His arms wind around her waist and start to pull her toward him. She sucks in a breath and clenches her jaw, trying to keep his hands off her.

“Because he’ll probably kill ya,” she responds, glancing around again. “He don't like greasers or singers. Or anyone who ain't a devout Christian.”

“Well good news for ya daddy, I am a devout Christian.”

She raises an eyebrow.

“Not nearly devout enough for my daddy. ”

“Well if we ain’t gonna have any fun in this house, let’s get outta here then,” he says, nuzzling his face into her neck. She stifles a giggle.

“Stop that! What would we even do?” she asks.

“We could go for a walk,” he says, kissing her jaw, “or look at the record store,” he kisses her neck, “I don’t care where we go as long as I’m with you.”

She finally manages to release him from her neck and smile.

“It’s too damn hot for all that,” she replies, feeling a streak of bold lust. “We could go down to the lake? That oughta cool us off.”

“Ain’t nothing in the world that could cool you off, mama.”

“Just go,” she says, flushing. She pushes him toward the door. “Before daddy sees you. Or worse, sees me with you.”

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563 notes - Posted July 3, 2022

ASG - Part Four: All Shook Up

Character/Fandom: Elvis - ELVIS (2022)

Requested: yes! - anons

Prompt: When Gladys Presley invited Bird up to Graceland to work as a cook in the house, she had mixed feelings. But in order to support herself and your daddy, she moved up to Memphis anyway. Things have been awkward between her and Elvis, but strange things are happening every day and, not surprisingly, Elvis has her all shook up again. [ Fem!OC ]

TW: Angst, smut, cursing, a little physical aggressiveness + i think that's it!

Rating: M, this is good stuff baby || Word Count: 16,293 🥴

A/N: IT’S FINALLY HERE!! I have never worked harder on a fic tbh, and the dialogue in this one hits so hard. Yes, the one part is inspired by that scene in Dirty Dancing — you know the one. Sorry for taking FOREVER, but I really hope y'all enjoy it!

This is Part 4 of ASG. FInd the rest of the series here!

🦋 mila

This is a BIG boi + it’s special, so pls read these notes:

This is super long, so I put little PAGE BREAKS in places where you can pause reading. Please take advantage of them!

Deadass made a PLAYLIST to enhance your reading experience. It's in order + should flow with the plot. But depending on reading speed, it might be off, and that's totally okay! If you want the true experience, I've written where to jump + play certain songs in the fic. This is obvi totally optional!!!

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“I jus don’t know what to do bout it,” Gladys says, running a hand over her face. “They’re makin fun of my baby all over town. And probably all over the country, too.”

“I’m really sorry, Mrs. Presley,” Bird responds, taking a bowl of something warm from her fingers. “I can always go back home if this is a bad time.”

“Oh, don’t be silly, honey,” she replies in her thick southern drawl. “We love havin you over. You don’t know how nice it is to have another woman in this damn house.”

Bird smiles painfully as she watches Gladys reach for a beer.

A lot has happened since Elvis had broken Bird's heart and left her sobbing on the floor of her house in Louisiana. It was almost five months later when she received a call from Gladys Presley. She had been shocked to hear a familiar voice on the other end of the line. She’d called to ask if Bird wanted to come up to Memphis and move in with the family. One of their cooks had quit and Gladys couldn’t find anyone who cooked southern-style food the way she liked it. Bird knows she'd taken quite a liking to her. Whenever Elvis had brought her home for dinner, just a handful of times, Bird was always willing to help.

Anyway, she did always have a knack for cooking, especially those delicious southern-style comfort dishes. She had originally refused, but when Gladys called twice more and offered to pay Bird handsomely, it wasn’t really a conversation anymore. She and daddy were struggling after he turned to alcohol for comfort and wasn't working as much as usual. Bird had picked up an extra job at the diner in town while still working at the hayride. She'd been working herself to death, but with the Presley’s money she can help support herself and her father without having to break her back.

Plus, she’d offered.

Bird is always incredibly nervous about seeing Elvis, especially after everything that has happened. But she didn't know what else to do. It was too good of a deal for her. So, she'd packed up some of her belongings and moved up to Memphis, leaving daddy at home by himself.

Mr. and Mrs. Peachtree, the Presley’s neighbors, welcomed her into a small guest house in their backyard. Gladys had offered for her to stay at Graceland, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to bear it. Being so close to him and not being able to have him. It was all too painful, too regretful. And she knew Elvis wouldn’t want her there, anyway.

It really hasn’t been all that bad. The money is good, the amenities are nice, Mr. and Mrs. Peachtree are always warm and welcoming toward her. Gladys has been surprisingly like a surrogate mother in many ways. She’s been protective over her, frequently asking how Bird's getting on at the house and whether the Peachtrees are treating her right. She's even asked how bird's father is a time or two, even though Bird get the feeling Gladys doesn’t like him much. You can’t blame her. She’d even let Bird have a few sips of beer, despite the fact that she was still underage. That’s something her father would never allow her to do, even if you were of legal age.

“I just hope he’s doin aright,” Gladys continues. “That damn Colonel is always tellin him what to do.”

Bird keeps her mouth shut but raises her eyebrows in agreeance. Despite sympathizing with her, Bird doesn't feel like it’s her place to say anything about the family. Not to mention this entire conversation is still a sore spot since she's convinced that the Colonel is the reason for her breakup with Elvis.

“Oh lord they’re home! My poor baby!” Gladys shouts, glancing out the windows.

Speak of the devil, himself. Bird joins Gladys at the window, watching the familiar dark purple 1956 Cadillac Eldorado drive slowly up the path to the house. There has been a crowd outside for hours now, and the noise is driving her crazy.

The dinner isn’t even finished cooking yet, but Elvis and Mr. Presley would be bursting through the front door any minute now. They’re coming back from New York where Elvis had been on the Steve Allen show. Long story short, the performance was a disaster. He’d been put onstage in full-length tailcoats and forced to sing to a hound dog. An actual hound dog.

Bird watched at home with the Peachtrees, squeezing a pillow tightly. She'd felt especially awkward in recent days. She likes the Peachtrees very much, but they are made of old money and she knows they have mixed feelings about the Presleys. Mrs. Peachtree has been adamant that Elvis isn’t the type of boy young girls should be looking up to. And she used his “Hound Dog” performance as ammunition to prove her point. Bird bites her tongue whenever the Peachtrees begin to badmouth him. And she pretends not to know about all of the rude things the other neighbors whisper about the Presleys behind their backs.

Just as the car parks, Bird quietly dips back into the kitchen to help Alberta, the other cook, with the rest of the food. But mostly to avoid Elvis. She does that a lot nowadays, avoiding, and she doesn't even want to think about the first time he’d discovered her at the house. Apparently, Gladys had neglected to tell her son that his ex-sweetheart would be coming up to work in the house.

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My #1 post of 2022

ASG - Part One: A Southern Gentleman

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: No, but it is deserved

Prompt: Bird's old friend, Elvis, looks a lot different than she remembers - a lot hotter, that is. Can she control herself as he walks her home like a good southern gentleman? [ Fem!OC ]

TW: None!

Rating: Pg-13 || Word Count: 1484

A/N: He's obviously not dating Dixie in this version. Damn...I really don't know what to do with myself. I used to have a crush on Austin a long time ago, but it's been rekindled like 2 million times stronger. Austin w/ dark hair just hits different 😩

This is Part 1 of ASG. Find the rest of the series here!

🦋 mila

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She’s folding an extra towel in the wings of the stage when a flash of pink silk catches her attention. She glances up just long enough to see a guitar and a pair of fancy black and white shoes. She shrugs, going back to finish her work and thinking nothing of it for the time being.

“He’s a young singer from Memphis, Tennessee,” the announcer’s voice booms around the building. “Give a warm hayride welcome to a Mr. Elvis Presley.”

Her head snaps up when she hears the name. Elvis?? She had gone to elementary school down in Mississippi with a boy named Elvis. It couldn’t possibly be the same boy…could it? She hurriedly finishes folding up the towels she’s working on and quietly sneaks behind the edge of the stage curtains. As she peers out at the tall young man standing at the microphone, she’s sure it can’t be him. The little boy she had known was blonde, skinny, and bony.

“It goes something like this…” the singer mumbles into the microphone. He continues to mutter a little bit of a song.

“Get a haircut, buttercup!” yells a man from the crowd.

Before she gets a chance to think again, he begins to sing. Like…really sing. His voice is strong and forceful, like nothing she’s ever heard before. She watches from the wings and can’t help but smile as he wiggles, dances, and moves around on the stage. His voice is incredible, deep and smooth. But the way his body moves, she has never seen anything like it before. Some girls in the crowd begin to holler, scream, and yelp. she bites her own lip and holds back a smile as she watches the silky pink fabric dance along his body.

Not before long, the entire crowd of women is leaning toward the stage and shrieking. As he reaches back into the crowd, some of the girls even pull at his clothes and the pink suit jacket lifts off his frame. As he stumbles back behind the curtains, a woman yells from the crowd. Bird peers around the curtain and catches a second’s glimpse of her: an older lady with dark hair. She knows this woman. She’s seen her before...

The sound of laughter near her catches Bird’s attention and her eyes land on the back of the singer’s frame as he walks away. Before she can stop herself, she speaks up.

“Elvis??” she asks, gripping the curtain tightly.

The tall figure pauses for a moment before a handsome face emerges from the shadows. She can’t help but smile. The moment she meets his sea blue eyes, the recognition spreads across his face. He lets out a breathy chuckle and smiles sweetly.

“It really is you…” she mumbles.

“Bird?? It can’t be…” he asks in a voice deeper than she expects. She releases her death grip on the curtain and reaches down to smooth her skirt.

He hands his guitar off to a bandmate and walks toward her. As he comes closer, she can smell him – a mix of sweat, musk, and something sweet like cinnamon. It’s almost intoxicating. She reaches out to steady herself on a table.

“What the hell are you doin’ up here?” he asks.

“Daddy got transferred up ‘ere, so we moved. I work 'ere,” she responds. “What are you doin up here? I almost didn’t recognize ya. You were blonde last I saw.”

“Yeah,” he replies, dropping his head to rub the back of his neck. A few strands of dark black hair fall over his forehead, and she has the urge to brush them away but she resists. “Well, how bout you, I mean, you’re all grown up now. Look at ya…”

She flushes as he gestures at her body. He leans on the wall near her, positioning his body diagonally. She takes a deep breath, quickly glancing at his flexing bicep. He tilts his head to look at her, and she catches his eyes tracing her figure up and down.

“You’d better get going, Bird,” one of her coworkers says as they pass by. “Your daddy won’t be happy if you get home late again.

“Oh damn,” she mutters, glaring through the cracked glass of her old wristwatch. “Well…I’d better start back. You 'member how daddy is.”

As she turns to reach for her sweater, his hand catches her wrist.

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647 notes - Posted June 30, 2022

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#this is so fun!#i love this and i love all of you!#asg was apparently top notch this year hehehe

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through the good and bad and all in between

Summary: Magnus was born a warlock. Magnus became a mundane for love and by self-sacrificing tendencies. Magnus turned into a vampire after an act of spite and revenge.

A story about survival, new identities, love through adversities, and accepting changes.

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Episode: s03e17 Heavenly Fire, Vampire Magnus Bane, Turned without consent, Major Character Undeath, Immortal to Mortal to Immortal, Magnus Bane Deserves Nice Things, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Good Boyfriend Alec Lightwood, Soft Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Cat & Alec friendship, Domestic Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending

Rating: E

Chapters: 10

Words: Around 23k~

This fic was created for the Shadowhunters Mini Bang 2023: Presented by the @malecdiscordserver

You can read it on AO3 or the first chapter below ~

Chapter 1 - You're my first and my last love

!!!TW!!! - MCD (temporary!) - There is non-consensual touch and kiss (not between Malec) - Description of a murder

Something was wrong.

“I was thinking we could have dinner tonight on the balcony, view of the city. The head chef can prepare something special.”

“How romantic. May I ask what the occasion is?”

“There is no occasion. I just thought it would be nice. What, I can’t do something nice with my boyfriend?”

“Oh. I’m one lucky man.”

“Not as lucky as I am. Okay, I’ll see you tonight at eight o’clock.”

“I’ll be there with bells on.”

And that’s the thing.

Magnus was late.

Very late.

Alec liked to think that, after so many ups and downs, he knew his boyfriend like the palm of his hand.

Magnus might’ve liked to be fashionably late for parties and other silly events, but for the important things? Councils, appointments, dates… And if he promised to be on time? He wouldn’t make the other party wait a minute longer. Magnus was that kind of person. Always considerate of others.

And although he was never late for his dates with Alec, obviously the Shadowhunter wouldn’t mind waiting for a few minutes. Especially not when the occasion was so important, so special, so future-changing.

But almost 40 minutes? Without a call or a text or a fire message?

No, something was wrong.

Terribly, terribly wrong.

Something inside Alec was screaming at the wrongness of it.

He didn’t want to be an overbearing boyfriend, but he couldn’t ignore what his guts were telling him. So, without postponing a minute more, Alec unlocked his phone.

He made a call.

~*~

Two hours early

A gray hair.

Magnus thought that centuries of existence were enough to make one wiser. And maybe less prone to panic when confronting a very distressing situation. For fuck’s sake, Magnus fought Greater Demons before. Why a single gray hair could rattle him so much?

Because your time is ticking away.

You’re going to die.

Magnus shivered, the bottle of whisky almost slipping from his unsteady fingers.

Perhaps leaving the Institute to go be shit drunk wasn’t one of Magnus’ most brilliant ideas, but that holier-than-thou place didn’t have anything strong enough to numb his mind. Worse - anyone could go and tell Alexander what Magnus was up to. And Magnus didn’t want to upset Alec more. He was already making his boyfriend break more rules than Jace, Izzy, and Clary together just by carrying the dead weight that Magnus was now. No, he couldn’t risk it.

Now, Magnus vaguely recalled Alec mentioning a dinner in…

Uh.

Magnus rummaged through his pockets until he found his pocket watch. It seemed he had left his phone somewhere, but his mushy brain was unable to recall where. But anyway, at what time was that dinner? Seven? Eight? He was going to be late.

Waving his hand, he opened a portal to the Institute and-

No. No portal.

No magic.

Resting against the sidewall of some boutique, Magnus chuckled mirthlessly.

“Riiiiight. I’m now Magnus Bane, the Useless.”

Chugging the rest of the alcohol he had, Magnus contemplated calling a taxi when he felt eyes on him. Many, many eyes.

Magnus wasn’t a stranger to be looked at, to be appreciated.

But that wasn’t desire. It was malicious.

As an important and powerful figure, he’d made many enemies through the centuries. Thus, he also recognized the weight of a hateful glare.

A look full of hate and anger and murderous intent.

He shuddered.

But he was no coward either. Taking a deep breath, he slowly turned towards the end of the side alley.

The bottle fell on the floor with a loud crack.

There was a group of at least eight vampires there as he had expected. What he did not expect was their leader in their midst.

The very, very familiar leader.

“Hello, my love. Missed me?”

~*~

“You’re nervous. Why are you nervous?”

“What? I’m… I’m not nervous.”

“Yes, you are. What’s going on?”

“I’m, uh, proposing to Magnus tonight.”

“What? Are you serious? Alec, congratulations! You’re about to make Magnus the happiest man in the world.”

“Yeah. I just want everything to be perfect.”

~*~

“Camille.”

Even saying her name left a bad after-taste in his mouth, even worse than all the alcohol he had just drunk.

“So, the rumors were true. You sold your soul for a Shadowhunter and lost your magic.” She taunted, slowly approaching him like a predator would.

“What do you want? You are not supposed to be here.” Magnus clenched his jaw. Alec told him how the search for the prisoners who fled during the Valentine outbreak was still going on. Camille was on the missing list, but they weren’t sure if she was successful in escaping or was killed.

He should’ve known better.

Camille wasn’t one to be killed so easily.

In the blink of an eye, she was right in front of him, forcefully pushing Magnus against the dirty wall and grabbing his neck. He immediately tried to pry her hands off him, but he didn’t have a chance against a vampire’s strength. Especially without his magic.

“You were a bad boy, Magnus. You left me to rot in that Nephilim hole.” She spits out, her voice carrying disgust and anger. Bitterness. “I didn’t like one bit. Tell me, Magnus. You liked to know I was being tortured there while you fucked your precious Angel toy?”

Magnus gasped when she tightened her hold on his neck. He tried again to make her back away, but he was utterly powerless. And it got worse when he felt the vampires closing on him, some even grabbing him too and keeping him in place.

“I spent the last months,” Camille continued, undeterred, “thinking about the best way to make you never forget who I am, my love. And what a delight it was when I heard about your… predicament.” She smiled, all teeth and malice.

And for the first time in his life, Magnus truly, really feared Camille. Not how she could break his heart again or break his mind. But how she could taint his soul.

How she could change him in a permanent way.

Magnus feared Camille the same way he once feared Asmodeus.

Both whom he loved once, in his innocence, with all his heart.

Both whom had the power to corrupt and manipulate him.

Asmodeus took away his identity as a warlock and made him mundane.

If Camille changed him too… If she turned him from a mundane into a… a…

No, no, no, no. Please, no.

“A-Alec…” Magnus moaned, desperate to escape Camille’s clutches.

“No!” She snarled, forcefully grabbing his chin and cutting his skin with her long nails. “You won’t say the name of that cursed Nephilim. I swear to you, my love, I’m still going to rip him apart and leave the pieces on your doormat.”

At that, some fire returned to Magnus’ eyes and he tried to fight the vampires’ hold on him.

“Leave him out of it! I won’t let-”

A sharp pain cut him off, rattling him to the core.

They bit him. One of the vampires bit his left wrist.

“Tsk…” Camille cut her thumb with one of her canines, and swiped it on Magnus’ lower lip, smearing her blood there. “You know, at first I hated the fact that my encanto never worked on you. Your blood, royal blood,” she sneered, “prevented me from having full control of your body. But in the end, I really didn’t need it, did I? You were always so… willing for me, my sweetling.” Her voice suddenly turned soft, giving the worst kind of goosebumps to Magnus. “So, so eager to please me. So starved for my touch and love.”

“Stop…” Magnus tried to fight again, but was already feeling dizzy due to blood loss.

“Never.” Camille grinned, then kissed him forcefully. Her canines not only cut his lips, but her own, and soon it became a mess of tongues and blood until Magnus’ body sagged, all pliant and submissive due to the feeding. It was also enough for the other vampires to take action, biting him in different places - forearms, arms, shoulders, belly, hips, legs.

They drank and drank and drank until Magnus’ sun-kissed skin became dull and sick.

Meanwhile, Camille still touched him, still fed him with blood and marked him with her lips and teeth.

Her own feast and revenge after all that time in the Gard because of Magnus’ betrayal.

"We are going to be equals now.”

She purred after stopping for a second.

Thump… Thump…

“In all ways that matter.”

She grabbed Magnus’ neck again.

Thump… Thu…

“You’ll finally accept that you’ll only have me for the rest of your life."

She broke it.

Th-

~*~

Present

Alec was certain he was going to lose his damn mind. Magnus wasn’t picking up his phone - and later Alec found it forgotten on their bed. His boyfriend had disappeared to Raziel knows where, and he hadn’t even bothered to take his phone with him. Alec had already looked for Magnus in the entire Institute before deciding to call Catarina and ask for help to track him. Usually, Alec didn’t like to bother her, especially knowing how busy she was with the hospital shifts and taking care of Madzie. But it was an emergency and Cat was Magnus’ best friend.

Alec was about to say fuck it all and go after Jace, who he knew was helping Izzy to find a way to free Clary from Jonathan and that cursed rune bonding them both, and ask his brother to do the parabatai tracking with him, when his phone suddenly went off.

At seeing who was the caller, Alec didn’t think twice and took the call.

“Catarina? Did you find him?”

Silence.

A pause.

Alec fucking hated pauses. He was raised by politicians, he worked with politicians. He dreaded pauses, they were always accompanied by some unwanted news.

You did a good job, but. A pause. It’s not enough. We need more and you aren’t the best for what we have in mind.

Your sister just came back from patrol. A pause. She is in the infirmary. There was a demon nest our intel didn’t know about.

Stop, Lightwood. A pause. You are dismissed, and you aren’t allowed to leave the jurisdiction until everything is cleared. Another pause. We don’t need you.

“ Yes. ” Alec felt relief for a moment, but it didn’t escape his ears how strained Cat’s voice was. She has been crying.

“What aren't you telling me?”

One fact about Catarina Loss? She was a no-nonsense type of person. And centuries of working with patients gave her the steeliness necessary to deliver news with clinical accuracy, even if it was something about her best friend.

“ Magnus was murdered, Alec. ”

Alec’s phone slipped through his fingers, falling onto the hard stone floor of the Institute.

The screen cracked.

Alec’s heart shattered.

~*~

The sun was setting when the portal snapped shut behind Alec. However, he couldn’t pay attention to his surroundings. His instincts were telling him he was in a safe place, and he had a vague notion of smelling wet grass and flowers. The area wasn’t a blurry of blacks and yellows and grays from New York, but of greens and browns and purples of… somewhere.

Honestly, he didn’t care about where he was. He didn’t care about the place. He didn’t care about the time or the weather. He couldn’t even pay attention to Catarina, who was standing on the side, silently crying.

No, Alec couldn’t pay attention to anything else but the mound of dirt and the marble tombstone right in front of him.

Nothing but the name sparkling in blue and gold.

Magnus Bane

Alec has fought many demons in his life. Has survived many nightmares. Has knocked on death’s door more than once.

But never… He never felt more terrified and desperate than in that moment.

Alec thought he knew horror. That he knew pain and loss.

But…

“I was the one supposed to go first…” He whispered, his voice cracking. “Not you. Never you. Magnus…”

Magnus.

My Magnus.

He fell on his knees over the dirt and let his forehead touch the cold stone. The omamori charm he had gifted Magnus was also there. He grabbed it, and started pounding it against his chest.

Hard.

To hurt.

To overpower the visceral pain inside.

“You were supposed to bring luck and protection for him.” His voice cracked. “Then why you didn’t? Why did you fail?”

Why did I fail?

Harder.

Magnus.

Harder.

Come back, please.

Don’t leave me. Don’t go, please.

Magnus…

Please.

Magnus.

Magnus…

HARDER.

Alec screamed.

He screamed all his pain until the last sunshine blinked away and the beginning of an endless night came.

#shmb2023 #shadowhunters #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #my writing #colorfulwarlock

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iceclew · 6 months ago

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OK so - this was such a delight people. <3

I had this on my "to-be-read-and-I'm-very-much-looking-forward-to-it"-stack and I was glad to not forget about it! There's not much fanfiction for KN8 rn (at least not much I know about), so i looked forward to it and like a quarter in the fic I started taking notes on what to comment because OMG THERE'S SO MUCH ABOUT THIS I HAVE TO SAY!! so...*adjusts non existing glasses* shall we proceed then?

First and f*kcking foremost. "a LITTLE KAFHOSHI" ?? DUDE. I EXPECTED LIKE *HINTS*. TINY HIDDEN HINTS AND YOU GIVE ME THIS BEAUTIFUL WORDS OF YOURS?!?! How do I deserve, I asked you gifting me this much of my OTP!?!! T_T yess. just yess ok? I'll take them as a canon ship in your FFs ANYTIME like that!!

*clears throat* ANYWAY. Kafka being undoubtly a fkcing menace to this world of his but like - in the MOST adorable way possible. I so much live for this chaotic dipshit. Now add a neck breaking pink-haired-but-no-brains dipship and you got dipshit duo promising to make the night a blast! o_o/

Also only Kafka: now that I'm finally a troop member, who needs them anyway, let's eat up that squid-shit-kaiju, i just casually strung down just because I CAN. Real dad-move there - providing for the family-might I say everyone. AND HE WASN'T EVEN FULL ON DRUNK AT THIS POINT, THIS IS HILARIOUS!! And despite all of that, PLUS kinky Kafka PLUS Kafka the broken mess as he is PLUS Kafka the bis bear friend with the warm grin - it all gives me the feels, I'm head over heels for him thank you. sdasahfdkfhdjsklf he bought Iharu stuff for his bf, guys. That's how parenting's done right. (i'd love to see Kafka havin a supportive dad-pep-talk with Reno after that honestly :D)

Also FLUFF Iharu has now won a special place in my heart, thank you. He's like a tiny bebe kitteh ready to scratch if you don't give attention, Reno you better be taking ur kitteh with u next time u go kill kaiju, I say! c:

ALSO - food driven Aoi is my spirit animal from now on . <3 Also I'd like this do be headcanon, that the four of them are now spiritually connected by cowboy hats. Might I add being FAB in them!! *~+*~*

At the point of grabbing Aois ass I broke character entierly and simply laughed through the rest of the show <3 My neighbours probably think I'm the weird lady of the block now - thank you, worth it :D Grinned way too hard and maliciously at this point.

And then you treat me AGAIN, friend! Deadass pissed Hoshina is all I literally needed. ALL I SAY!! I was so looking forward to their return, the second Kafka swooped out of the office. Fully aware hell's gonna rise the second he returns. Was not dissapointed. Not one bit :D Also another way too loud crack up from me about the "NO OFFICE SEX FOR YOU SIR!!!" like ldkjgjfdogjilIsadsdasd I love my blorbo-basically-already-married-hot-dads having a fight over how to care fore the bebes. <3 all the feels for that idea honestly.

I also had an idea for a comic where Narumi taking the number-user out for a drunk night after a training session, getting Kikoru and Reno shit ass drunk and posting about it on social media, only to get the chaos-duo(TM) Iharu and Kafka, but also Mr. Where-are-my-kids VCpt. Hoshina to crash the party and pick them up (and beat the shit out of Narumi, only to end up at a McDonalds parking lot doing stupid drunk gang squad stuff) but I'm not one for a writer myself, (also english is not my first language, if thats not obvious) so there's that idea of mine spilled out very poorly onto the world, ur welcome xD

ANYWAY - this was such a delight to read - it was fun it was very well written. I AM REPEATING MYSELF, WHO CARES. I loved how you ...describe stuff/surroundings/happenings? XD It didn't get boring and you had a well done red thread around everything. Only thing a bit out of character was Kafkas carelessness for his employment, although that's very clearly just something you need to implement, to get the rest of the plot the way you need it to turn out, so nothing done wrong there as well :)

I AM SO MUCH LOOKING FORWARD TO MORE OF YOUR WORK NOW, THANK YOU FOR THIS ! <3

last but not least - two tiny typos found :3 "F*l*ight Kafka 690" "it was just passed on*e* (no e)"

Iharu's Day Out IS OUT OF DRAFTS!!!

@bluevelvetea BLUUUUUEEEEE!!!! GUESS WHAT!

ITS DONE! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ *passes out* I request a treat for my troubles *whimpers*

@renard-dartigue I know we only interacted, like, twice; maybe that, But it's got a little Kafhoshi in it, soooo.... there's that if you're interested.

and finally @sanjipussyindulgence We have NEVER interacted, but I follow you and I see your reblog tags under practically every Kn8 post so I just thought I'd cut out the middle man and give you the option to read this at your own peril. You do you.

I'm going to put this down for a while, not post or reblog (maybe) and catch up on the story ideas that I have in my back drafts. Fair warning, eventually I might make some Kafhoshi fics in the future... maybe.

I'mma go to sleep now. ┻━┻︵└(´_｀└)

#kaiju no. 8 #story idea #baby's first fic #kafka hibino #iharu furuhashi #Iharu tries to have fun but pinning gets in the way.#my very hard and serious critics about it #and by that I mean take all my love and graditute for your work #kafhoshi dads-of-division-three supporter approves this #I see Mina sitting in her office sighing over her gay-ass dumbsquad team like - there deadly #they're deadly #but also deadly stoopid #kn8 #read this folks

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anime-rambles · 3 years ago

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"OMEGA STOP PART 1"

Pairing: Alpha Bakugou x Alpha Kirishima x Omega Reader

Type: ABO Dynamic, Angst, blood, SFW

Word Count: 2900+

A/N: Seeing how everyone is loving “Welcome Home Omega” I decided to do another omegaverse fic this time with lots of angst. Thank you so much for all the kind words, reblogs, likes and follows. Was thinking of making a Part 2 for this? What do you think?

Summary: Omega y/n returns home to her alpha’s after being away in Europe, thinking she would be able to re-join her alphas and be happy. Only to discover they move on without her.

Link to Part 2 = https://anime-rambles.tumblr.com/post/657712192264814592/omega-stop-part-2

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I collect my suitcase from baggage claim and make my way towards the arrivals gate. It has been an incredibly long 8 years since I’ve been back home in Japan. After graduating UA with all my friends, I decided I needed a new path, something exciting that didn’t include my alphas. Being away from my family and friends has been one of the most difficult things to go through and more importantly being away from my alphas. It was nice to be needed and not just because of my second gender.

After graduating UA, I joined Fatgum’s agency and from there I met Jackie one of fat’s previous partners on the drug squad. She needed a bright new hero that wanted to work outside of Japan and head off a special unit in charge of investigating quirk enhancing drugs. At first everyone was onboard and excited fir me but as time went on, it was becoming increasing hard to keep in contact with my busy alphas. So, one Christmas, two years into the job we all agreed to stop dating and put our relationship on hold, until I was finished with the special unit or until one of the alphas said enough, come home. I agreed happily, never thinking I would get the come home call, but here I am. I left Europe and returned home.

The doors of arrivals opened in front of me, I look around the barrier hoping to see either of my boys, Bakugou or Kirishima, but neither blonde nor red head could be seen. I walk the corner a small bit, thinking they might be hiding but nothing. I spot movement in the distant, a blur of pink rushing to my arms, knocking me off balance.

“YYYY/NNNN, I CAN’T BELIEVE YOUR HOME” Mina sobs into my ear. “Mina” I say back hugging her tightly. Out of everyone in UA Mina stayed in constant contact with my updating me on the group’s latest gossip and everyone hero’s ranking. “Come on, lets get you home” She speaks again, taking one of my bags and my hand in hers. I smile to her and gladly accept her hand. Mina is an omega like me, after UA her and Sero got together and currently have a beautiful house and a serval fluffy cats. Once we reach the car and start our journey. Mina tells me of everyone, what they are doing and what is planned for my coming home party tonight.

“Wait, slow down, where are you taking me first” I say, laughing at her excitement. With her hands on the car wheel. She says “Bakugou and Kirishima’s” I pause for a second. They must just be living together and not actually still together without, right? They wouldn’t betray me, would they? These thoughts are fully my head, maybe coming home wasn’t a good idea. I should have ignored the “come home” agreement. What if they just want to use me to have their kid and toss me aside.

“Y/N, please say something, you made me promise not to talk about the boys when were away and right now you’re kinda scaring me.” She presses.

“I’m… just thinking. So out with it tell me what has been going on, why are they living together.” I asked shifting in my seat to look at her and she drives down the straight road.

“Okay, so it started whe….”

Mina basically said what I thought she might after I left fully and didn’t come back like we agreed. Kirishima and Bakugou stopped for a while, they didn’t live together, socialise or anything but after Kirhisma was badly injured in a battle, they moved back in with each other and kept their relationship quiet, it’s been 6 years, that they been together while I have been alone.

“So that’s basically all of it y/n, I’m sorr…”

I cut her off, “Mina this is not for you to apologise for, you kept your promise to me and now I must face the music as they say in Europe.” We had arrived outside their house ages ago, but we ended up talking. I step out of the car and move to grab my bags. I look up to the house, it’s huge and white. Very modern and what’s looks to be very expensive. But what can you expect from the Number 1 and Number 5 heroes in Japan. Mina steps out and comes to my side of the car to hug me goodbye and to tell me the information for tonight. Just then the front door opens, Kirishima steps out with a huge grin on his face. He has changed a lot since I left. He is like a wall, thick with muscle and sporting a high red ponytail.

“There she is,” Kirishima says, holding out his arms as he makes his way down the path towards me. I drop my bags and run to him. I can be anger later, but right now I need this hug. “Here I am,” I say back to him, I took my face into his neck to breathe him in, he tries to do the same but it is unable as I have my marks and scent glands covered as Europe has different rules than us. I can sense the confusion and say I will explain later. Kirishima greats Mina and they discuss briefly about this evening's plans and Mina is off on her way, waving goodbye. With his arm around me, he guides me inside towards the kitchen. We each stand on opposite sides of the Island, not knowing what to say first.

“So, where’s Bakugou? I thought you would both be at the airport” I say frankly to him, showing my frustrations. “He had to work, but he should be back home soon,” Kirishima replies shuffling his feet. I stare at him, I want to voice my anger, I want him to know how much I hurt, I need to do this with Bakugou. “Okay” I reply looking at my bags, why did I come here, why did I think we could go back to normal. “He’ll probably be late like always though, why don’t show you to your room and you can get ready for this evening” He smiled at me, like he trying to form an olive branch between us. I nod and follow him out of the room and up the stairs. All around me are reminders, parties I could not attend, award shows I missed but right now I can’t dwell on that. My time in Europe was the best experience of my life and right now I want to go back. Kirishima leads me to a guest room and leaves me to get ready. I sigh, this is going to be difficult.

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Doing the finishing touches to my hair, I smooth my dress down as I look in the mirror. I’m wearing a tight-fitting black dress, that is off the shoulders. I rub my hands down my neck, wishing I could have had the surgery to remove my mark guards yesterday before I came home. Just to show them, that I kept my promise to them. I hear noises downstairs, Bakugou had arrived home ages ago but did not even come to say hello, just went straight to the shower. Although I know what Mina told me was true, I needed proof if I was to enter an argument with Bakugou. I walk a small bit from my room trying to stay quiet, I turn a corner and see a wall of photo frames, most are from UA and some are from Dates we three had together. The difference, I was no longer in the photos, I was cut out. You could see my arm or a sliver of my hair and maybe an eye. I felt rejection, my inner omega whined. Why would they do this to me? I ripped the frame from the walls and marched downstairs. My heels clicked on the floor beneath me. I rounded the corner and enter the kitchen not bothering to wait for their conversation to finished. I throw the frames onto the countertop and look up at both of them making eye contact. If I wasn’t so mad and hurt, I would be shocked at how mature and sexy they both are right now. Kirishima's hair is half up, half down being supported with braids and he is in a maroon shirt opened slightly. Whereas Bakugou wears a white shirt and supports an undercut. My alphas have matured, I suppose I have as well.

Kirishima looks at the frames and stays quiet. Bakugou does not dare to break eye contact with me.

“So, let me get this straight. I leave home, to become great in something that is bigger than me. I leave my alphas with an agreement, that we all would hit pause, and eventually I would come back or get a called from either of you to come home. I follow the rules, and it seems to me what I got in thanks was to be cut from your lives.” I raise my voice, guesting to the pile in front of me.

“tck…” Bakugou replies and looks at Kirishima.

“Don’t tck me Bakugou, it seems to me that I’m not even wanted here anymore, so why was I called home, let me guess you need an omega to have your child and then I’m to disappear,” I respond. “No that’s not why we called you back” Kirishima speaks up, slightly walking towards to appear less hostile.

“Funny how you call us your alphas but yet, our marks, our bond is no longer on your neck,” Bakugou responds, pointing towards me. “They are not gone, they are covered by a skin slip, in Europe is safer to have them covered in case you are kidnapped and forced to bond with someone,” I say back to him. “Omega, please let us explain, I understand your hurt, but we want you still, your part of our family,” Kirishima replies placing a hand on my elbow. I jerk away from him.

“So, all this time, when I was away, suffering through my heats alone. Omega depression after omega depression. You two, were what? Together happily rutting away.”

“Yes, how do we know you never had it off with anyone else,” Bakugou said leaning on the Island in front of me. “Bakugou, don’t say that -” Kirishima scolded him. “- we don’t think that y/n”. I stand there shocked; I can sense he is hurt but right now I will not be his vent.

“ah, I see, I was away fucking my way through Europe apparently and my alphas decided that instead of coming to see me and to tell me. They went behind my back” I stare at Bakugou not daring to back down. “How do we know you weren’t, how do we know you didn’t get our marks removed?” Bakugou asked.

I scuffed and turned out of the kitchen, towards my bags that were left at the bottom of the stairs. Both Alphas stayed in the kitchen and spoke to each other. I opened my bags and reached into it to find a wrapped plastic bag. I walked back into the kitchen, hearing Bakugou raising his voice at Kirishima, “I can’t Kiri, you almost died.” Kirishima hushed Bakugou as I re-entered the kitchen. I threw the bag at Bakugou.

“Go on, open it -” I say with my hands on my hips. “- There’s your proof” I stand and watch it. Bakugou opens the bag and pulls out two jumpers, one of his and one of Kirishima’s. Their scent has well worn out but mine could be smelled. Years of being alone, years of depression, laid in their hands. Kirishima’s eye watered. “This proves nothing, maybe if you weren’t lying about our mark being gone, we wouldn’t have this problem,” Bakugou said, dropping the jumpers on the countertop. “What do you want me to do, perform surgery right now, you know once you never doubted me” I laugh under my breath.

“Yeah well once, you weren’t such a slut, betraying your alp-“Bakugou responded but Kirishima stepped in creating a barrier between us. Tears started to form in my eyes, my vision blurred. Fine, if Bakugou wants proof right now that I was loyal then fine, I’ll give it to him.

I look at my nails and smile to myself, I thank whatever god is listening that I have long pointed nails today. Kirishima is currently speaking to Bakugou, standing in front of me. I can no longer hear him. All I know is, those skin slips have to go now. I take a deep breath in and dig my nails into my neck around where the stitched used to be. I whimper, both can smell blood and turn to look at me. I rip the slip from my skin, blood starts to pour from my neck but nothing that would majorly hurt me. I reach for the other and dig my nails in. “Y/n stop, what are you doing” Kirishima reaches to stop me, but he’s too late I pulled the other off and make eye contact with Bakugou. “You wanted your proof, here you are Bakugou, take a whiff I have NEVER BETRAYED EITHER OF YOU” I scream, throwing the slips onto the counter and storm off.

“Omega come back now” Bakugou shouts after me, I can hear him chase me and reach for my arm. I pull it forward and turn to face him. Tear are leaving my eyes, ruining my makeup, my dress ruined from the blood. “What Katsuki, you believe me now? What do you want from me, why are you mad?” Bakugou stands in shock, unable to talk. “ANSWER ME NOW,” I scream again. Bakugou reaches forward grabbing my arms, tears forming in his. Kirishima was leaning on the door behind him.

“HE ALMOST DIED, AND YOU WEREN’T THERE, I WAS ALONE, WATCHING HIM DIE AND YOU WERENT THERE, YOU PROMISED ME I’D NEVER BEEN ALONE, AND YOU LEFT ME ALONE WAITING FOR HIM TO COME BACK” he roared at me. I shoved Bakugou off me.

“I CAME HOME WHEN EIJIROU WAS IN HOSPITAL” I shouted back, both alphas heads shot straight up and looked at me. “I was there, I broke me promise to stay away until I was asked by either of you to come home. But I saw the fight, I saw Eijirou get knockdown and didn’t get back up. I hopped on the nearest flight and came home. You need proof, ask Fatgum, Denki, Tamaki, Deku.. anyone who sat in that waiting room.” I said looking into Bakugou's eyes. Kirishima walked forward to join us. Bakugou went to speak. “No you let me speak, I was there. Kirishima opened his eyes and called me an angel and then you shot into the room in a panic and threw yourself on him. Bakugou you looked in my eyes and didn’t say a word, so I stepped back, you saw me there, you. Don’t blame this on me. Knowing how angry you would be, Deku came and got me, promising to watch over both of you.” I stopped to wipe the tears from my eyes.

“How dare you hold that over me Katsuki Bakugou,” I say to him, Kirishima reaches for my hand as if to pull us all back together. I step back, I need to breathe to get out. I walk about the front door, grabbing my handbag. “I’ll see you at the party, some welcome home this was,” I say not looking back and slam the front door.

I walk down the path and reach for my phone, dialing Mina’s number. “Hey girly, I’m just about to leave for the pub,” Mina says down the phone. I start to cry and sit down on the curb. “Sero, wait a second” Mina whispers away from the phone. “Y/n, what’s happened, what’s going on,” She says again her voice has lowered. “Mina I need some help; I can’t see everyone looking like this,” I say back to her. I cry again, I can hear the door behind me open and I stand. I turn and see Kirishima, “Y/n wait please, come back in, we can sort this out,” he says, and I look over his shoulder. Bakugou is frozen in the same spot, staring at the floor. “I’m almost there, start walking to me,” Mina says and hangs up. I bend down and undo the straps of my heels, steeping out of them leaving them on the step. I start to run down the street, I need some quiet, I need to think.

“OMEGA STOP” Bakugou shouts behind me, but I can’t. I see Mina’s car and run towards it.

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thefloorisbalaclava · 3 years ago

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Going The Distance: Scene Two - Javi G

Pairing (just flirting for now): Javi Gutiérrez x Film Assistant F!Reader

Words: ~3.5k

Chapter warnings: Flirting, jealousy, cursing, tension grows between Javi and Dieter, Dieter sets a boundary, a special mention of another Pedro show and character.

**The overall rating of this fic ranges from Mature to Explicit and features both Dieter Bravo and Javi Gutiérrez.

Summary: Javi’s attraction to you grows as Dieter finds that his jealousy forces him to do something he never thought he’d have to.

[javi g masterlist][dieter masterlist]

[GTD masterlist]

You had no idea what to think when you first saw Javi Gutiérrez. Well, obviously you noticed how gorgeous he was, but you couldn’t help but wonder why this random millionaire offered his home to all of you.

Those thoughts immediately left your head once he began flirting with you. And even now as you walked arm in arm with him, you could think of nothing else but how good he smelled and what it would feel like to run your fingers through his hair.

“Hey, man, you got any liquor?” Dieter asked, walking behind the two of you, seemingly unimpressed with the mansion.

“Dieter…” you warned.

“No, no its fine. Follow me.” Javi smirked at you and you smiled back. He led into a room that held a bar at the far end. “Here you are, my friend. All the alcohol you can dream of. Would you like a drink, my dear?” he asked.

“Oh, um, no thanks. I was actually enjoying the tour.”

“We can continue if you like.” He still hadn’t let go of your arm.

“Okay,” you breathed. “We’re going, Dieter!”

“Yeah, whatever,” he said as he read the labels on the bottles.

“So…Mr. Gutiérrez, what is it you do?” you asked boldly. You were both walking at a leisurely pace now, the sound of his shoes echoing in the vast halls.

He turned to you. “I’m a drug kingpin,” he said seriously, turning his head forward again.

“What…wait…” You began to laugh and Javi gave you a sideways smile. “Very funny, Mr. Gutiérrez. Very funny.” You didn’t know then that he was deathly serious.

“Please call me Javi. Mr. Gutiérrez sounds too…hmm…too formal,” he said.

“How can I not be formal walking around a house like this. I feel completely underdressed. I don’t think I packed anything fancy.” You looked down at your clothes then at him in his tan slacks and blue suit jacket. He looked you up and down.

“You look fine in what you are wearing.” His eyes lingered on you. “Are you sure you are not an actor? I could see your face on the big screen.”

“Javi…sorry if I’m being forward, but are you flirting with me?” you asked playfully.

“Yes, I am.” There was no shame in his answer and it was nothing but the truth.

“Well, we’ll see if you still want to flirt after you’ve seen me running around like a chicken without a head while they’re filming,” you joked.

“That man, the actor you came with…you are dating?” he asked.

“Dieter? No way. I’m not even his assistant. He likes to call me that because he’s usually the one that needs the most assistance on set, but I help on the entire set.” You didn’t notice the way the tension left Javi’s body when you answered.

“So, you have no one who would mind me bringing you flowers or buying you things?”

“Um…no, but you only just met me. I would hold off on all that for now.”

He stopped walking and turned to you. “I am sorry for moving too fast. I am what they call a hopeless romantic.”

“Are you?” You felt like you were moving closer to him although you were standing still.

“Yes.” He stood there looking at you longer than necessary then cleared his throat. “Shall we continue?”

“Y-Yeah.” You took his arm again.

You learned a lot about Javi while walking with him, but you still didn’t know what he did. He had regaled you with stories of parties he had thrown and what kind of music he liked. He even told you about his favorite movies, one which happened to be Paddington 2.

“Is that silly of me?” he asked.

“No, it’s actually pretty cute,” you told him. “I enjoy all kinds of movies but I like TV shows more.”

“Which ones do you enjoy?” Javi asked, walking you out to the balcony that faced the beach.

“Don’t laugh but I love a lot of the British shows.”

“You mean like Downton Abbey?” he asked and you looked at him, shocked.

“Yeah. That’s one of my favorites!” You looked out at the ocean and closed your eyes. “It’s beautiful here. You’re so lucky.”

“I wouldn’t call myself lucky. I worked hard for what I have,” he told you.

“Oh, I didn’t mean it like that. Sorry.”

“No need to apologize, my dear.” He looked at you. “Would you like to take a walk on the beach?” he asked.

“Um…maybe some other time. I should find Dieter and make sure he hasn’t gotten himself into trouble,” you said. “Thanks for the tour…Javi.”

“It was my pleasure.” He gave you a small bow with his hand over his heart. “Will I see you later for dinner?”

“You’ll see...all of us.” You smiled as you walked backwards. “…bye.” You turned quickly and giggled as you walked to find Dieter.

Javi smiled behind you, enjoying watching you walk away. Eventually he turned away to look at the ocean again. “You are acting like a foolish schoolboy,” he said to himself. He knew he was a man who fell too hard and too fast. He had just met you and already he was trying to take you out.

You seemed sweet enough and you were easy to talk to. Javi wasn’t used to being able to talk to someone and not have it be about business. You immediately made him feel different, at ease. You were comfortable in your own skin and it made him feel comfortable in his.

He was certainly relieved when you told him that disheveled man was not your boyfriend. You were far too good for him anyway. The only thing that worried him was that you’ve known him longer and you would most likely be around him all day every day.

And your rooms were connected.

Javi hadn’t thought that through.

As he walked back through the house, he heard a laugh and noticed that it was you laughing at something that other man had said. He was saying something in your ear.

“Dieter!” you squealed, shoving him away.

“I see you have helped yourself,” Javi said to Dieter.

“Yup. Thanks.” Dieter lifted his glass to Javi then fell onto one of the sofas and put his feet up. You walked over and pushed his feet off the fancy looking coffee table.

“Don’t be rude. Sorry about that Javi.” You smiled over at him.

“Javi? You two on a first name basis now?” He gestured between you and Javi.

“What of it?” you asked.

“What of it? What of it?” Dieter mocked before pulling you onto his lap as if Javi wasn’t standing right there. You giggled and stood up quickly.

Javi bristled but neither of you noticed. “You seem to have settled in,” he said to Dieter.

“You got any…ya know?” Dieter wriggled his eyebrows.

“No, I do not know,” Javi answered.

“Drugs, man! Drugs!” Dieter yelled.

“Jesus Christ, Dieter!” you scolded. “Don’t mind him. No home training,” you joked.

“I happen to have plenty,” Javi said, surprising you both.

“Dude, are you fucking serious?” Dieter stood up, walked over to Javi, and gave him a hug. Javi stood there stiffly. “I love you, man.”

“Okay.” Javi pulled himself out of the hug and smoothed his clothes down.

“You really shouldn’t, Dieter,” you said.

“Come on! I’ll probably never be in Spain again. I might as well live it up.” He danced back over to the sofa.

“You’re here to film, not to party,” you reminded him.

“I can do both,” he told you.

“I know but can you do both responsibly? That’s what I’m worried about.” You shook your head and sat back.

“You worry too much about him,” Javi interjected and Dieter looked at him.

“That’s not a bad thing, is it?” Dieter wondered.

“It is if it stresses her out so badly that she can’t leave you alone for even an hour,” Javi snapped.

Your eyes widened and you looked between the two men.

“She’s a big girl. She can handle it,” Dieter said.

“Yes, but she shouldn’t have to.” Javi stood his ground.

You could cut the tension in the room with a knife.

“You don’t even know her.” Dieter stood up again.

“Maybe not but anyone could see that she is stressed and tired.” Javi looked at you then back at Dieter. “And it is you that does it to her.”

“I really don’t need-”

“You don’t know me, man,” Dieter said defensively.

“Dieter…” you whispered.

“Nor do I want to.” Javi glared now.

“Javi…please.” You were quick on your feet, moving yourself into the line of sight between the two men. “Just stop it you two.”

“He started it,” Dieter whined.

“I wouldn’t have to start anything if you would act like a gentleman,” Javi pointed out.

“Guys!” you shouted and they both looked at you. “Enough! We just got here!”

“Is everything okay in here, Mr. Gutiérrez?” a man in a black suit and dark sunglasses asked.

Javi only lifted his hand slightly and the man left the room. “I am sorry you had to see me this way, my dear.” He walked to you and took your hand to kiss it before leaving the room.

“Blah, blah, blah, blah,” Dieter mocked. “What’s with that guy? Got a stick up his ass a yard long.”

“You’re kinda being an asshole,” you told him.

“I’m being the asshole? Did you not hear the way he spoke to me like I’m some kid?”

“This is his house that he didn’t have to let us stay in! And, to be fair, you are being a bit…childish,” you added without looking at him.

“You’re siding with that guy?”

“I’m not siding with anyone, Dieter. Just…I need some air.” You started to walk away and Dieter followed. “Don’t follow me!” you yelled without even looking.

You found another balcony that faced the city. You watched the cars and people move throughout the streets, letting yourself get hypnotized by their movements.

“Are you okay?” Javi asked making you jump.

“I think so.”

“I didn’t mean to frighten you, sorry. I brought you something to drink,” he offered.

“Water?” you asked.

“My instincts told me that you might need something a little stronger.” He handed you a glass with a small amount of amber liquid. “Whiskey.”

You turned your head and looked at him before taking the glass and sipping at the whiskey. “Thanks.”

Javi had his own glass which he sipped at as well. “If I upset you, I am sorry.”

“It’s fine. I’ll be fine. Gotta be.” You forced yourself to smile.

“You don’t have to be. It is okay to not be okay, no?” He stood beside you and you looked at him.

“You really a kingpin?” you asked.

“I am, yes. I would not lie to you.” He watched your face and tried to gauge your reaction.

“Hm.” You nodded. You were only used to being around people who pretended to be drug lords, now you were standing next to one, living with one, sharing a drink with one.

“My life is not like Narcos or anything like that,” he said and you actually laughed.

“I wasn’t thinking that.”

“Do you like that show?” he asked, trying to lighten the mood.

You nodded. “Yup. Javi was my favorite.” You gave him a sideways smile and he chuckled.

“What can I say? Guys named Javi are quite captivating.” He loved the way your face lit up when you smiled.

“Captivating, huh? Are you saying I’m captivated by you, Javi?” You tilted your head.

“That is a question only you can answer.” He finished the whiskey in his glass.

“Ask me in a week,” you hinted before turning back to the city.

“It’s beautiful, no?”

“Better than any view I’ve ever seen.” You looked at him. “Well…almost.”

“Are you flirting, señora?”

“Maybe I am.” You shrugged and finished your drink.

“Tell me, are you one who enjoys adventures, trying new things?” He moved closer.

“I guess you could say that. This is certainly an adventure for me already.” You could feel the warmth radiating off him and, oh, he smelled so good. So unlike Dieter, though you were starting not to mind Dieter’s scent.

“Have you ever been on a boat?” he asked.

“Can’t say that I have. Why?”

“I have a speedboat. I could take you out on it one of these days. The weather is supposed to be very nice this weekend.” Was there anything this man didn’t have?

“Okay,” you said breathlessly. “I’d like that.”

“Is tomorrow good for you?”

“We’re not going to start shooting until Monday so yes, tomorrow is fine.” You made the mistake of looking up into his cocoa brown eyes. You noticed how some of his hair had fallen onto his forehead and you had to resist reaching up to push it back into place.

“Perfect.” He moved in closer and you took a deep breath. “I will take that for you.” He plucked the empty glass from your hands and you exhaled. “I will let you enjoy the view alone now.” He began to walk inside.

“Javi!” you called and he turned to you. “W-Why are you being so nice to me? I mean…we’ve only just met and we barely know each other.”

“Let’s just say I am an exceptionally good judge of character, and I can get a good feel of a person in a short amount of time. I must say that the feeling you have given me is one I haven’t felt in a long time. I don’t want to ignore it.” He smirked and nodded before heading inside.

You paced the floor nervously as you waited for Javi. You had wondered if what you were wearing was okay? What if you were underdressed? Overdressed?

“Buenas tardes,” Javi said, stopping your pacing. He looked you up and down. “Don’t you look lovely.”

“I do? I just threw this together,” you said shyly.

“Don’t discredit yourself. You look beautiful. Shall we?” He offered his arm, once again, and you took it.

“Hey!” Dieter yelled, jogging up behind you. “Where are you two going?”

“Oh…Javi is taking me out on his speedboat,” you told him. You cleared your throat uncomfortably as Dieter looked at you.

“I see. Have fun,” he said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“When I get back, we’ll hang out, okay?” you said and Dieter only nodded. “Bye.”

You tried your best not to look back but you did and found Dieter looking down at the floor before turning away.

“Are you thinking about him?” Javi asked over the noise of the boat as he steered.

“It’s not important! I just want to enjoy my time out here…”

He slowed the boat and looked at you. You could hear him a little better now. “Would you like to go back?”

You shook your head. “No.”

“Will you smile for me?” He noticed the way you hugged yourself. Coming to a complete stop, he turned the boat off and stood in front of you. “Here.” He unzipped the burgundy and white jacket he wore, revealing the tank top he wore, and put it around your shoulders.

“Thanks.” You looked at him a little too long, too closely. You noticed the freckles that littered his tanned shoulders and his collarbone that looked good enough to kiss.

“I do not want you to be sad, my dear.” He squatted in front of you. “What can I do to make you smile?”

“I’m fine, Javi.” You looked around. “Is this, uh, is this safe?”

“Is that what is bothering you?” he asked, smirking. “We are safe. I promise. I have life jackets if that will make you feel better.” He reached into the storage under the seats and pulled out a life jacket.

You laughed. “No, I’ll be okay.”

“Are you sure? I will make sure you are all strapped in.” The way he bit his lip after saying it made your face hot.

“Why are you looking at me like that, huh?”

“I think you look nice in my jacket,” he said.

“It is pretty comfy.” You slipped your arms into it and hugged it around yourself tighter.

“Hm…I have an idea.” The grin on his face made you a little nervous.

“What is it?”

“Well, you say you like adventures and trying new things so how about you try driving my boat?”

The smile dropped from your face. “I don’t think so.”

“I’ll be with you the entire time.” He gestured to the steering wheel.

“I don’t know. This is a very expensive boat, Javi. I’m…I’m scared.”

“Come.” He held his hand out to you and you took it. He put your hands on the steering wheel then stood behind you. “I’m right here.”

“Okay,” you said nervously. He started the boat again and your hands shook…until he put his over yours.

“Hold on.” He squeezed your hands lightly as he pushed on a lever and the boat began moving. “I will take it slow at first.”

“Javi…” You let out a shaky breath.

“I’m right here.” Feeling his body pressed to yours only made you more nervous. “Turn the wheel a bit.” His voice was right in your ear and his breath caressed the shell of your ear.

“Oh, I’m doing it,” you said happily.

“Faster?” he asked.

“Um…yeah…” You felt your body jerk a little as he sped up. You stumbled back against him, your body rubbing against his in a more suggestive way than it should have.

“It’s okay. You are better at this than you think.”

You turned the wheel again and felt the boat move. “This is so cool!”

“Are you having fun?!” Javi shouted over the noise.

“Yeah!” You threw your head back and shouted excitedly. Javi laughed behind you.

You went around a few more times before Javi took over again and eventually drove back to the dock. He stepped off the boat first then helped you off. You tripped a little and he wrapped his arms around you to keep you upright.

“I’m so sorry. I’m…clumsy,” you apologized, voice cracking.

“I’ve got you,” he said.

“Thanks.” You pulled out of his embrace. “For that and for the little adventure.”

“We can do it again whenever you like. There are plenty of other things we can do if you prefer. Just let me know what you like and I will make it happen,” he said.

“You really don’t have to do that for me.” You walked beside him back to his house.

“I want to.” He checked his watch. “I must go freshen up. I expect you would like to do the same.”

“Yeah. Thanks for everything. It has been an extremely warm welcome.”

He took your hand and kissed it. “I will see you soon.” He walked away and once he was gone you jumped up and down then ran upstairs to your room where Dieter waited.

“Have fun?” he asked bitterly.

“I drove a boat,” you squealed.

“Fun,” he said plainly.

“What’s your deal?” You looked at him.

“I should be asking what your deal is. You’re getting mighty close to this guy you barely know,” he complained.

“Since when did you care, Dieter. And, honestly, I don’t think it’s any of your business,” you told him, rolling your eyes, and sitting down on your bed.

“That his jacket?” He nodded at you. You forgot that you had been wearing it.

“Oh…yeah.”

“Did you purposely forget it so you could have an excuse to see him again later?”

“No. Seriously, Dieter, what the fuck is your deal?” You looked at him waiting for an answer.

He shook his head. “Nothing. Forget it.”

“If you have a problem you have to tell me. I can’t read minds.”

“I don’t have to tell you anything. Besides, I think you already know what my problem is.” He crossed his arms.

“Are you jealous?” you asked.

He was quiet for a long time then walked the door that connected the rooms. “Fuck this. From now on our relationship will be completely professional.”

“It always has been, Dieter,” you reminded him.

“Yeah, thanks for reminding me.” He walked through the door, slamming it behind him. You stared at the door, feeling your heart sink. You stood and walked over to the door, grabbing the doorknob. Part of you wanted to go through that door and apologize to him and the other part of you was saying that you did nothing wrong so why apologize.

You backed away from the door. “Goodnight Dieter,” you said quietly.

He was leaning against the door and heard your words but didn’t return them.

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