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milkyytae · 8 months

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Midnight Secret

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Hey.

I know, it's been years. Most of you probably don't even use tumblr anymore. I've been lurking around tumblr this past month and rediscovered a lot of my old fics. I stumbled across this one I had started back in 2018 probably. And idk, it spoke to me. So I finished it. Here's a bit of office romance for you guys.

Love ya xoxo

-9540 words

Oneshot

smut, fluff?

Pairing: Female Reader x Kim Taheyung

Genre: Office AU

~ The office player has been trying to get you for months, maybe tonight is the night you give in. ~

music rec: poison - brent faiyez

thinkin bout you - frank ocean

break from toronto - partynextdoor

masterlist

4 pm. The usual tick of the clock resonated across the room as your boss, Ms.white’s voice kept going for ages, you thought she would never shut up. You lifted your eyes up from the small drawings you had scribbled on a piece of paper. There it was again, the usual gaze. It was a bit annoying after a while. Couldn’t he let it go? You thought you had made the message clear months ago but apparently not. Kim Taehyung kept hoping that one day you would be his. He was handsome and most women in this office gawked at him whenever he walked by but you had your eyes set on someone else. You cut the awkward stare by looking Namjoon’s way who was sitting across the table. His brows were furrowed as he concentrated on the meeting, fuck he was hot. Your crush on him was getting worse and worse, he was everything you wanted in a man. You should have been listening to the conversation around the table, it sounded quite important but you couldn’t help but gaze at your coworker’s traits. His eyes were fixed on Yixing who was talking he took a few notes of what was being said and placed the old pen back in between his pink lips.

Your mind slowly drifted off to that one night when you got a taste of those lips. It had happened last week on a Friday night and you remembered all the details perfectly. You were wearing a deep red dress and sipping on champagne at a work party while chatting with your friend Summer. Namjoon joined the both of you, in his tightly fitted suit with a lovely smile plastered on his face. The conversation went well and so did the flirting to which you were surprised he responded too. Something was starting between you so Summer seeing that her presence was a bit of a burden decided to leave you both. Later on just before you left the party he walked you outside and it happened. He cupped your cheek and pulled you in by the waist before crashing a kiss upon your lips. It was just as you expected, he tasted of champagne and his touch did not fail to electrify your skin. However, not much contact had been established between you since. You thought it was the beginning of something but there was nothing. Only the usual greetings and farewells. You usually thought of it in the most inconvenient moments, such as this meeting.

You noticed it was a usual habit of his to chew on something, either gum or a pen and knowing such small details about him just proved how doomed you were. Rumours were that he had a girlfriend. It was probably rubbish, he wouldn’t have kissed you if he was in a relationship, he wasn’t that type of guy.

Summer was the only one to know about all of this but you suspected Taehyung had his doubts about it too. You caught him more than once sending glares Namjoon’s way.

Suddenly you felt a nudge on your side pulling you away from your thoughts you realised not only Summer but the rest of the group was staring at you.

“Y/N I asked you a question.” your boss stated and she was clearly annoyed. You hadn’t listened and there was no valuable excuse you could give her.

“I’m sorry, I zoned out for a couple of seconds,” you muttered a flush of red rising to your cheeks.

She sighed and repeated herself, “I asked you to share your opinions on what Taehyung just suggested.”

Fuck, you didn’t listen to that either. You didn’t even realise he had spoken at all. You looked over at Taehyung only to see him smiling at you, obviously finding this quite amusing. There was no way out of this, so you just spat out some words hoping they would make a little sense as you gripped on the hem of your skirt nervously. After you spoke there was an awkward silence and you saw from the corner of your eye Summer had facepalmed after listening to your nonsense. You could feel your cheeks glowing with heat, you probably looked like a giant tomato by now. You just had to make a fool out of yourself in front of not only your boss but Namjoon too. Your boss coughed to get people’s attention and quickly moved on seeing that you had humiliated yourself enough.

The meeting soon ended, everyone got up from their seats and began to leave. You followed the group grabbing your scribbled papers and your runny pen. But before you could leave you heard your boss’s stern voice calling your name. Summer turned around with an apologetic look as you both knew what was coming for you she muttered “I’ll get you a coffee.” and hurried out.

You faced your boss, “Yes ma’am?” you said, hoping that she wouldn’t be too harsh.

She lifted herself from her seat with a disapproving look. She glared at you from her short height as she stopped only a meter away from you. She was everything but pleased with your attitude. Although she wasn’t tall she was intimidating her very presence in a room made all heads turn. You felt a small shiver run down your spine as she pursed her lips in search of the right words to say. Maybe it was the way she kept her head high in all situations, or her black suit and bold lipstick. Maybe it was just the way she looked at everyone in a superior manner, or just the flick of her hair before she spoke. Either way, you were in trouble and you crossed your fingers not to get fired.

“How many times have you zoned out this month?” she questioned.

“It was only this once,” you replied and hoped she’d believe your big lie. Sadly she didn’t.

“Don’t lie.” she snapped, her eyes pierced through your own and you knew that you were fucked. You couldn’t hold her stare so your eyes drifted to your feet and you slumped your shoulders slightly like a small child who got caught in the middle of mischief.

“If it ever happens again, you’ll get kicked out. I can’t waste time and money on employees like you. Understood?”

You nodded your head, there was nothing much else you could do in this situation, it was best to shut up.

“Tonight you’ll help Taehyung with the files I assigned him. Consider that an act of kindness I should have fired you on the spot.”

“Thank you, Ma’am,” you muttered finally having the courage to look at her fiery green eyes.

“You may leave, I’ve had enough of you.” she sighed.

You turned your heels eager to get out of the room before suffocating under the tense atmosphere. Just as you reached the door she called, “Oh and Y/N, get over Namjoon. I believe he’s already taken.” You gawked at her while she packed her stuff ignoring your presence. How on earth did she find out?

“That’s all,” she spoke encouraging you to leave. You snapped out of it and finally left.

***

“So how did it go?” Summer asked as she handed you a coffee.

You took the drink and drank a big gulp of coffee, and sighed “Next time she catches me zoning out I’m fired.”

You felt like shit, you almost got fired all because you were too occupied by Namjoon’s good looks. You needed to get yourself back together.

“Wow you got lucky, she’s fired people for less than that.” she smiled from her behind her computer screen in front of you. She was right, but that didn’t mean you weren’t fucked nonetheless.

“Yeah…” you looked out of the window upon the street like you usually did when you needed to escape the office for a moment. “I got assigned paperwork with Taehyung tonight, and knowing Ms.White there’s a shitload of it.” you groaned before slumping into the back of your seat and chucking your head backwards to stare at the white ceiling. Out of nowhere, Taehyung’s face appeared in your sight with a big grin he exclaimed, “So you’re going to help me out tonight?”

You almost squealed, “Fuck Taehyung!” you hissed, “Yes I am. It’s not as if I have much of a choice.”

He chuckled “You shouldn’t have gawked so much at Namjoon, I am much better looking.”

It was true that Taehyung was drop-dead gorgeous, there was no denying that, but he wasn’t Namjoon. “Yeah right.” you scoffed, his cockiness annoyed you.

“Oh my poor Y/N.” he sighed teasingly, “Did you not know that he has a girlfriend? I am afraid you don’t stand a chance with him.”

“What happens between me and Namjoon is none of your concern.” you snapped, you had had enough already, Taehyung was jealous but that wasn’t a reason for him to act like such a prick.

He smirked “Namjoon isn’t good enough for you,” he gently bent over to whisper by your ear “Pick me instead baby.”

“Why?” you hissed your face dangerously close to his.

“I can make you come like no one else, ask Sarah.”

Summer’s head suddenly popped out from behind her computer screen “Oh my god you fucked Sarah?!”

He nodded, and you rolled your eyes at his proud look. While Summer was freaking out about this newfound gossip to tell people on her break. Taehyung turned around your way and said with a wink “Think about it, baby.”

You ignored your blushing cheeks and exclaimed as he walked away “Shalln't.”

It was true that you found him attractive and that his flirting was flattering considering the fact that everyone in the office would die to be in your place but he still annoyed you. So did that rumour about Namjoon having a girlfriend. You were starting to have doubts, you needed to talk to him. That kiss you shared you were sure it meant something. You felt a spark, and you knew he had felt it too. He wouldn’t have kissed you if he was in a relationship, he never would have. You decided that you would go talk to him before he left work.

“Namjoon!” you called before he exited the building. He turned around and gave you the most adorable smile, you tried to keep your composure, now was not the time to get flustered.

“Hey, is this about the files I am supposed to send you? I know I’m late I’m sorry I was going to send them when I got home.”

“Oh, no. That’s not it.” You bit the inside of your cheek nervously, you didn’t know how he would react. After all, neither of you had talked about what happened that night, you had no idea how he would react. “Listen,” you sighed before putting your hand on his arm and gently tugging him to the side, “I want to talk about-” you mustered up some courage and finally said it, “about the kiss.”

His eyes opened widely, he wasn’t expecting that. “Oh- Oh I- uh- what exactly about it?”

Fuck, fuck, fuck this wasn’t going as you had hoped, you were hoping he wouldn’t get so uncomfortable at the mention of it, that perhaps he would even kiss you again, but that was just another of your stupid fantasies. “You see Namjoon-” you began, “I felt something when we kissed, but I was wondering what it was all about? Why did you kiss me?”

He closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead, “Fuck,” he sighed before looking back at you, “I fucked up real bad, you know Y/N?”

“What? Why?”

“You have no idea do you?”

“No, should I?”

“You haven’t heard the rumours?”

“Yeah, I have,” then it hit you, “you have a girlfriend?”

He nodded, and you felt your heartthrob, there went all your hopes of ever becoming his.

“Since when?”

“It’s been a while now,” you gave him an insisting look, and he got the message, “Yes, I was with her when I kissed you.”

You couldn’t believe it, you were so deep into the idea that he liked you back that you didn’t think it was possible.

“Why did you do it then?”

“I was kind of drunk and I had just had a fight with my girl and you were there and you were openly flirting and it- it just happened Y/N.” he sighed again.

“So you were never interested in something more?” your voice broke a bit, you were struggling to grasp what was going on. Was he rejecting you? He couldn’t be? It had to be some kind of sick joke. That night, he seemed so sincere. Or maybe you were just that naive.

“No I’m sorry.” you stayed silent in shock, “Listen, I have to go I’ll see you around,” he said and just walked away as if nothing had happened.

Well fuck you just got rejected in the worst way possible. You had put your hopes too high again. You snapped out of your daze and walked back to your desk with all your disappointment weighing on your shoulders. You had been such a fool, everyone knew, but you. The whole office believed the rumour except you. You just kept dreaming about being his. How fucking stupid of you. Everyone was leaving the office, and only a few people were left sitting at their desks to finish their work. One of them was eating a sandwich and you could smell the fresh bread from where you were. Your stomach rumbled, you hadn’t brought anything to eat with you. You weren’t expecting to stay late at work tonight. You wondered how you would get food tonight, and just as you were thinking about it Taehyung approached,

“Hey, you hungry?” he asked with his usual grin. You looked up at him and wondered if you wanted to go out to eat with him. Why not? You just got rejected by your crush you had nothing to lose.

“Fuck yes, I am.” for once you smiled at him, he seemed somewhat startled by your sudden change of attitude towards him. He pretended like it was nothing and proceeded to ask: “How about we get food together?”

“Sure!” you exclaimed excited to finally get some food in your belly.

***

“So how’s that sushi treating you?” Taehyung chuckled as you were stuffing your face with the most amazing food you had ever tried.

“This is fucking delicious! I can’t believe I didn’t know this place,” you exclaimed as you dipped your sashimi in soy sauce.

“Yeah, it’s pretty amazing, my brother owns this place.” he smiled gently.

“Huh? You have a brother?” For some reason, you had never imagined him having any family at all. He was just Taehyung the handsome fuckboy that gawked at you while you were on the phone with your clients.

“I have 2 actually, Jungkook and Jimin.” he said while still chewing his food, “They’re little shits but I love them to death.”

“That’s kind of cute,” you said as you started to realise that there was more to this man than you thought. The realisation that you might have misjudged him was starting to make you a bit uncomfortable. It was hard picturing someone who said things like “I’ll make you come like no one else” with a family. Having him around kind of felt like having a default NPC at the office, one whose role was to flirt with you and make you uncomfortable.

“So, when did you and Sarah get together?” you asked, in an attempt to change the subject. You didn’t feel like getting too personal with him.

He didn’t even bat an eye when you asked that question and just said bluntly “Last month actually, I wasn’t expecting it to happen to be honest.”

You scoffed “Yeah right”

“What?” he exclaimed looking up at you in disbelief. you couldn’t help but notice how cute his expression was. He looked like a shocked little puppy with his big brown eyes.

“As if you weren’t constantly prowling around the office. Kim Taehyung the all-mighty predator, ready to pounce on poor little Sarah.”

“Is that really how you picture me?” he almost looked saddened by the simple thought.

You were a bit embarrassed now, maybe you had been a bit too harsh. “I mean-” caught off guard by his reaction you stuttered slightly “That’s kind of the image you give off though.”

He looked down and smiled “I guess you’re right, I do kind of prowl around don’t I?” he looked back up at you with a flicker in his eyes and a big grin. “But come on, Sarah was practically begging for it.” He took a high-pitched voice and started imitating her “Oh Taehyuuuuung, would you please help me with this document, it won’t send for some reason” he batted his eyes and pouted his lips. You couldn’t help but burst out laughing, it was spot on. Indeed, she had always found some ridiculous reason to get his attention, not being able to use the copier, getting him a coffee, or asking for help with her emails and always while batting her eyes at him and pouting slightly. You had always found it a bit much.

You started joking around together about Sarah and other people in the office. As you spent supper gobbling sushi and laughing wholeheartedly, you started to realise that he wasn’t too bad after all.

As you approached the end of the meal someone walked over to your table “Hey bro, how’s it going?”

Teahyung jumped to his feet and exclaimed “Jungkook, my man,” He embraced the stranger and you caught a glimpse of him over Teahyung’s shoulder. “It’s going good, I’ve missed you!”

Jungkook released himself from the embrace and turned towards you, he grinned “And who is this fine lady?” He even gave you a wink, you then realised. Jungkook. This was Teahyung’s brother.

“Come on man, this is my colleague Y/N”

“Nice to meet you,” you said politely and extended out your hand. Jungkook gently shook it, and smiled “Ohhh Y/N pleasure to finally meet you. This one’s been talking about you quite a lot” he teasingly elbowed Taehyung who looked like he was blushing slightly.

“Oh shut up already” he sighed, but Jungkook continued “I mean Y/N you can’t imagine how bummed out he was last month when you-” he was cut off

“Hey Jungkookie why don’t I tip you extra and you shut the fuck up. Right?” Although he wasn’t facing you you could tell his expression had stiffened and his voice had raised slightly. Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck and quickly shook off his embarrassment.

“Make sure you tip me real nice Tae.” he winked “Have a nice evening guys” and walked off.

You observed Taehyung’s expression, wondering what exactly had got him so upset. It wasn’t at all in his character to raise his voice even a little. You cocked your head slightly, fiddling with your chopsticks to calm your nerves. Jungkook’s words played back in your mind “You can’t imagine how upset he was last month” What had you done last month? You couldn’t recall anything in particular? You really wanted to know what he was talking about but when you caught Taehyung’s eye you thought that maybe it wasn’t such a good idea. You preferred to avoid all embarrassing conversations. You knew he had a slight crush on you, that was all you needed to know. You weren’t interested so there was no point in bringing it up. That would just be mean.

It was time for you to leave and go back to the office. As you stepped outside you realised it was pouring. This summer had been pretty dry so far so you hadn’t even brought your coat with you. All you were wearing was a pencil skirt and a white shirt. Teahyung stood next to you contemplating the rain with his hands in his pockets. You were still standing under the porch in front of the restaurant. You both looked defeated.

“I don’t have an umbrella” he sighed.

“Neither do I.” you looked up at the sky as if that would change anything. All you could see were grey clouds. “I think it’s going to go on for a while.” You checked your phone, 8 pm. You had to be back at work soon if you wanted to finish work before midnight. “We need to get going.”

Taehyung looked at you with a cheeky smile on his face, “Should we run for it?”

“Huh?” he wanted you to run back to the office? With these heels? “You can’t be serious?”

“Oh come on, it’s not that far.” He was right, the office was only two blocks away. “First one there wins.” you could tell he was getting excited just by the idea. You looked down at your feet and contemplated your shiny red heels. You could run in these. However, it would hurt like hell.

He realised why you were hesitant, “I could carry you there you know.” You looked him in the eyes. To be honest the offer was tempting. But the idea of being pressed up against him made you uneasy. He would have his fingers digging into your bare thighs as your arms would be wrapped around his broad shoulders. It was out of the question.

“Absolutely not Kim Taehyung.” you snapped. “Come on then. Last one loses.” and with that, you set off and started running.

“Hey! That’s cheating Y/N!” you heard him starting to run behind you. The cold rain whipped your cheeks. You kept your eyes on the pavement, making sure not to misplace your feet and fall over. Taehyung quickly caught up with you and teased you as he ran by “I thought you’d be faster than that.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and looked up at him “Oh shut u-” Just as you started insulting him you felt your heel snap and your ankle gave away. You didn’t have time to do anything about it, you were on the ground. You caught yourself with your hands and scraped them on the pavement.

Taehyung turned around “Y/N!” he exclaimed “Are you okay?” he came back towards you and you felt his big warm hands press against your shoulders. There you were on all fours looking at the floor. You had never been so humiliated. First Ms.White, then Namjoon and now this. You felt yourself tearing up slightly. It had been a shit day and it felt like the shock of the fall was just shoving all of your repressed emotions back out. You could feel your throat clench as you tried to keep them down. Your lip was trembling ever so slightly and you gulped on air trying to regain your composure. Why had Namjoon kissed you? Why would he even do such a thing? You were most likely going to be fired too. Fucking stupid Ms.White. You felt yourself starting to spiral. Those were your favourite heels as well. You stared at your hands and swallowed back your tears. Teahyung helped you back onto your feet. “I’m okay, I’m okay,” you muttered, not daring to even look him in the eye. He could probably tell how upset you were.

“Oh no you’re bleeding Y/N” Taehyung said softly. You looked down at your knees and noticed blood trickling down your right leg, “Perfect” you thought. You tried keeping your composure and just stood there looking miserable. Taehyung didn’t say a word, he picked up the broken piece of your heel and gently approached you. You felt a warmth on your thighs and before you knew it you were in the airs. He was carrying you. Instinctively you wrapped your arms around his neck to not fall off.

“Let’s get you inside,” he said softly. You felt the warmth of his body through his wet shirt and felt slightly comforted. You were too down to say anything about it, and the proximity wasn’t as uncomfortable as you had imagined. It was actually quite nice. His thumbs massaged your skin gently as he carried you across the block to your office. After a couple minutes, you let your head rest against him as you did you swear you felt his grip tighten around you and heard a small sigh escape his lips. A small tear trickled down your face.

Soon enough you had arrived back at the office. You expected him to put you down by the time you had reached the door. But he didn’t. He kept you in his arms and entered the elevator. He pressed the button and the lift brought you both upstairs in silence. All you could hear was his breath. None of you had said a word since he had started carrying you. He walked over to your desk and sat you down on it. He paused briefly standing between your legs his hands moving slowly up and down your thighs. You could feel his breath on your face and you stared at his lips. You had never noticed just how plump and pink they were.

After a couple of seconds, Teahyung broke the silence and pulled himself away from you. “We should get that patched up before you put more blood everywhere” he chuckled. You were confused at first and then noticed that his shirt was covered in your blood.

You gasped “Oh no! Taehyung, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it.” he chuckled. As you stared at his chest you noticed that his shirt was not only stained but also completely transparent because of the rain. His shirt was clinging to his skin and you could see how well-built he was under his clothes. No wonder all the women at work wanted a taste. He was looking quite handsome, his hair was all wet and fell onto his forehead. His cheeks were slightly pink after walking in the cold and probably from having to carry you in. He had rolled up his sleeves revealing his veiny arms and you couldn’t help but admire how beautiful he was. He looked like he had just walked out of a magazine. As he walked away you looked down at yourself and realised that your shirt was also completely see-through and your black laced bra was on full display. Of course, it was. You imagined just how stupid you looked right now. Your eyes were swollen, hands and knees scraped, hair drenched, your shirt completely see-through and a missing heel on your shoes. Pathetic.

Taehyung came back with a box of plasters and some disinfectant. He was about to take care of it for you but you stood up and took the products from his hands. “Thanks,” you muttered, “let’s get our work done and head home.”

He took a step back and teased “So serious, I don’t know why Ms.White hates you so bad.”

You chuckled and rolled your eyes. Soon enough you were both back to work.

10 pm. You weren’t anywhere close to being done. You had to work at least one more hour. You looked at the pile of files to your right and collapsed dramatically on your desk “When will this torture be over,” you whined.

You heard some glass clinking “Hey, Y/N,” you lifted your head and caught Taehyung’s cheeky gaze. He was holding a bottle in his hand “I got us some Sake.”

You grinned, you could use a pick-me-up right about now. “Count me in” you grinned.

He poured you a drink and you downed it. You continued your work. Then drank another shot, then another. And another. Your cheeks were burning up slightly and your focus was a bit all over the place.

“Hey Y/N”

“What again,” you sighed. Taehyung had been pestering you all night.

“Why were you so sad earlier?” he asked.

You lifted your head and there he was, yet again, staring at you with those puppy dog eyes.

“Namjoon rejected me today,” you answered bluntly. You didn’t want to go into details. “He has a girlfriend apparently.”

To your surprise, Taehyung laughed. Shocked you stuttered “What’s- What’s so funny?”

“He’s always, and I mean always been an asshole. I feel like I’m the only one who sees it here.”

“He’s actually really nice.” you defended him. You liked Namjoon, he had always been kind to you, and he was funny, smart and caring. But he was also an asshole. A huge asshole. But you didn’t feel like admitting that just yet.

“Of course, you would say that” he scoffed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you raised your voice slightly. You realised the alcohol had taken a bit more of a toll on you than you had planned.

“I just mean that he doesn’t deserve your attention. You’ve only ever had eyes for him.” he started mumbling something unintelligible.

You pulled your chair over to his desk. “What did I do last month?”

“Huh? Wh- What?” he adverted his gaze flustered. You never imagined you would see him like this, he was always so confident.

“Your brother, he mentioned something I did last month,” you insisted. Teahyung looked down and started tapping his pen on his desk.

“Last month,” he started “I was talking to Namjoon and he was telling me how much he wanted to in his words “fuck you”.” Those words struck you in the chest. It felt like someone had punched the air out of you. What the actual fuck? Namjoon said that? You couldn’t believe it.

“Fuck me?” you exclaimed, you had never heard Namjoon talk like that. Come to think of it, you could recall a couple of times at last week’s party where he had a few unsettling things about people he had dated in the past. However, you had chosen to ignore whatever he had said. The more you thought about it the more you started to believe Taehyung. Your heart ached, you had been so stupid. This whole time you thought Namjoon actually liked you.

“He told me he thought you had the perfect lips to suck him off or whatever,” he placed his face in his hands as if he was struggling to say it, “I- I don’t know he said a bunch of other things. That day I wanted to tell you. To warn you, you know. Cos I could tell you liked him.” Had you been that obvious? Was the whole office aware of how you felt about him? “I headed towards the break room where you were hanging out with Summer. And I don’t know- You were just ranting about how much you liked Namjoon and-” he couldn’t bring himself to finish his sentence. You didn't understand why he was being so dramatic about it all. You slumped back into your seat “I-” you started but he immediately cut you off.

“Listen,” he said, “I know- I know how it feels to like someone so much,” he looked up at you and locked his eyes with yours “and for them not to like you back.”

Then it hit you. Of course, he was talking about you. You remembered that day. Namjoon had offered to help you with some work at a local coffee shop that weekend and you were ecstatic. You couldn’t shut up about it. Summer couldn’t bear hearing about it anymore by the end of the day. Taehyung had walked in during your coffee break and you had ignored his offer to pour you some coffee and just kept ranting about how great Namjoon was. You always gave Taehyung the cold shoulder. You stared back at him in silence for a few seconds realising that maybe you had been kind of a bitch to him, “Listen, I- I didn’t know you felt that deeply about it.”

“Yeah, I kind of do,” he smiled and you couldn’t help but notice a small dimple on his left cheek. “I mean at least I understand how much this sucks for you right?” he started pouring you another shot.

“Yeah it fucking sucks. “ you agreed. However, you were already starting to feel a bit better about it. Knowing that he had said those awful things about you kind of disgusted you. All Namjoon wanted was to get his dick wet apparently. He would have done it if he had had the chance. You couldn’t believe you had fallen for his act.

“Cheers to that,” you raised your glass and downed the burning liquor.

“Look at us,” you sighed “Workers of the week”.

“You know what we should do?” mischief sparkled in Taehyung’s eyes and you were intrigued to know what he was about to suggest.

“What?” you asked excited to know the answer. The liquor had enhanced your enthusiasm.

“Come on,” he took your hand and dragged you towards Namjoon’s desk. You looked at him confused. Taehyung snorted and then violently spat on Namjoon’s chair. You burst out laughing. “Fuuuuuuck” you exclaimed. You looked at the wet patch of saliva left on the chair slowly sinking into the fabric “Ewwww” you squealed.

“Your turn now, I dare you”, Taehyung shoved you towards the chair. You stared down at it and spat right away. No second thoughts. Namjoon deserved to sit in a gross chair. He was a cheater and a liar.

“Wow, I didn’t expect you to actually go for it.”

You turned around and saw Taehyung standing then in slight shock. “Turns out you’re quite nice Tae” you blurted out. He was nice. You don’t know why you had never noticed before.

“Of course, I’m fucking nice Y/N,” he cocked his head while looking confused.

You rested yourself on the desk behind you. “So was Sarah your rebound last month?”

Taehyung rolled his eyes, “Yeah, she was. I told you I wasn’t really expecting it to happen.” He bit down on his lip as if he was holding something else back before blurting out “You’re the only one I want Y/N.”

You felt blood rushing to your cheeks. It was flattering, and you found yourself quite embarrassed. All you found to say was “I’m sorry I was so harsh on you.” you really were sorry. For months on end, you knew he had a thing for you. Yet, you always went out of your way to be extra mean to him when you had the chance. You didn’t know why. Maybe you thought he was just another fuckboy trying to get into your pants. In the end, that person turned out to be Namjoon. You couldn’t be more disgusted.

“That’s ok.” he blushed a little and looked down at his feet embarrassed. You stood up from the desk and got closer to him. You gently brushed his hair out of his face. For some reason your hand found itself pressed against his burning cheek. You noticed when glancing over his shoulder “It’s almost midnight Tae”. Tae. It was the first time you ever called him that. You heard his close friends use that nickname and you quite liked how it felt rolling off your tongue. Tae.

You were about to remove your hand to get back to work but Taehyung pressed his hand against yours to stop you from moving away. His other hand gripped your waist and suddenly his lips crashed onto yours. You were slightly taken aback by the sudden kiss and felt your muscles tense up a bit. However, within seconds you allowed yourself to sink into the tender kiss. His soft lips pressed against yours, your cheeks were burning and his hands started to slowly roam around your body. He separated from you and you stared into each other’s eyes. His eyes were pitch black and his cheeks were flushed red. He looked over to the clock “It’s midnight now,” he whispered, “we should get back-”. You didn’t let him finish his sentence and hungrily kissed him. He tasted sweet like Sake. You slid your hands under his damp shirt. You had been eyeing his chest ever since you had come back from the restaurant. The feel of his burning skin against yours made your juices start to flow. You wanted more. Taehyung lifted you onto Namjoon’s desk and you wrapped your legs around him. The kiss became deeper and deeper as your tongues intertwined. You could feel his hardening length press up against your core.

Soon enough he tore your top off and all the buttons of your shirt went flying away. You didn’t even care. His mouth attacked your neck as his left hand cupped your breast. His other hand pushed you against his throbbing dick. You could feel how big it was through the fabric. The heat between your legs started to trickle down your legs. Your underwear was getting wet, and fast. As Taehyung left wet kisses down your neck and made his way down to your breasts he smoothly unclipped your bra. You could tell he was used to this. His tongue attacked your hard nipples and you let out a soft moan “Tae”. Your hand cupped the back of his head and you massaged him, encouraging him to keep going. He bit down on your tender bud before softly pulling on it. You let your head tilt back, fuck it felt good. As he kept devouring your chest you let out soft whimpers. You couldn’t believe this was happening. Kim Taehyung was eating your tits and you were letting him. In fact, you wanted him to. You wanted him to fuck you. Right here, right now in this office. You could feel your pussy throbbing. You needed to be touched. You lifted Taehyung’s face and kissed him plentifully. You lifted his shirt off of him and finally got to take in just how gorgeous this man was. You stood up and quickly fetched a clean chair. Taehyung looked slightly confused. You came over towards him and kissed him on the neck before descending his chest. His skin smelt like vanilla and aftershave. Soon you reached his belt which you unbuckled swiftly before starting to pull down his trousers. Taehyung let out a sigh as he realised what was about to happen. As you tugged on his underwear, you released his cock and had to keep in a gasp. You heard him chuckle and realised that your jaw had dropped. There it was, Kim Taehyung’s massive cock on full display all pink and throbbing impatiently. You looked up at him with a satisfied smile and pushed him down onto the chair. You got onto your knees eager to taste him. He stared at you impatient for you to touch him. You started by gently kissing his inner thighs, slowly approaching his length. You finally grabbed it with your right hand as the other one rested on his thigh for balance. “It’s so big” you muttered as you stared at him. “Of course it is babygirl” he teased. Usually, that kind of nickname would have made you cringe. But there was something about the way he said it that made your pussy clench. You then proceeded to lick his length from the base to the tip, getting a small sigh of relief from Taehyung’s lips. You let your mouth slide onto his red tip and let your tongue swirl slowly around it. You noticed his grip tighten on the armrest. You looked up at him and stared into his hungry eyes. Soon enough, your head was bobbing up and down his length as your hand followed the rhythm. You tried going as deep as possible without gagging and your eyes were tearing up slightly as his dick hit the back of your throat. It was so worth it. Taehyung was biting down on his lips and letting out small moans “Y/N”, “Fuck”, “Don’t stop”. It was the hottest thing you had ever laid your eyes on. There he was at your mercy. His fingers dug into the leather armrests, and his chest was heaving as he took heavy breaths and whimpered under your touch. You locked eyes with him and picked up the pace. He moaned and hissed “Fuck Y/N you’re such a good girl taking my big cock.”

You moaned in satisfaction against his dick. “You love sucking me off don’t you” he teased, “go deeper babygirl”. You obeyed and shoved his length deeper, you almost gagged and he sighed “Good girl”. Your panties were drenching. You rubbed your thighs together to get some release but in vain. “You taste so good Tae” you whispered before taking in his length yet again. Your hand crept down from Taehyung’s thigh to between your own. Your fingers rubbed themselves against your wet panties. Your pussy was desperate, you needed to be touched. Just the delicate touch of your fingers sent shivers down your spine. You started letting your fingers trace your folds, going up and down in the same motion as your head on Tae’s cock. Taehyung noticed and chuckled “That’s my job baby,” he gently pushed you off his throbbing length. Before you knew it he had picked you and slammed you onto Namjoon’s desk. He quickly pulled down your tight skirt and underwear before spreading your thighs. “Fuck” he let out “you’re so beautiful Y/N” and you felt yourself blushing.

His lips devoured you as he pushed your body onto the table. Your head was resting on a pile of files. Taehyung’s nimble fingers slid down your body towards your core. As his fingertips met your centre and started running up and down your folds, you couldn’t help but let out another moan “I want you to fuck me so bad”. You could feel him smile against your neck as you said that.

“You can’t imagine how long I’ve wanted to hear that”. His fingers swiftly entered you and started gliding in and out. His thumb roamed around searching for your clit. He knew he found it when you let out a hiss. His whole body was pressed against yours and you could feel his hard cock resting on your thigh. His fingers started going a bit faster and curled inside of you, hitting your sweet spot. His thumb slowly picked up the pace too and you found yourself gripping the sides of the desk. His mouth attacked your neck once more, this time sucking and biting on your skin before gently licking the sore spots.

You whimpered as his fingers hit your G-spot yet again. “Tae- fuck- don’t stop”. He obeyed and continued at the same rhythm, his thumb applying just a bit more pressure on your clit. You could feel your muscles starting to tense up. Fuck it felt so good.

“Are you going to come for me Y/N?” Taehyung asked between kisses. You couldn’t even find the strength to answer and could only let out a small moan.

He asked again, “Y/N” and his fingers sped up. “I asked, are you going to come for me?” you could tell how pleased he was with himself.

You could feel the pleasure starting to ripple from your core. “Yes” you whined, there it was. The heat poured from your pussy and crashed across your body “Yes Tae, fuck yes.” You arched your back and felt yourself convulse. “Fuck” you sighed as your muscles trembled, “fuck”.

Taehyung leaned back and looked at you his eyes full of lust. “Now let me fuck you babygirl”. He grabbed a condom out of nowhere and slid it onto his length. You were surprised something so small could fit on something so big. He cocked his head and innocently smiled at you. Taken aback by this sudden change of expression you didn’t even notice him grab his cock and point it towards your pussy. Suddenly he shoved himself inside you, you were so wet it glided in without effort. You both moaned as he entered your walls. Your hands found their way to his back and your legs wrapped around his waist.

He started motioning back and forth between your legs. “Tae” you whined, it was slightly embarrassing just how vulnerable he made you.

“Fuck Y/N,” he whimpered as he grabbed your hips “you feel so good on my cock.” he slammed his length inside you once more and you both gasped for air. He started pushing himself inside of you repeatedly and you could hear his heavy breathing beside your ear. You clawed at his back and encouraged him by tightening the grip your legs had on his waist. Small moans kept escaping your swollen lips.

He leaned backwards and although reticent to let him escape your embrace at first, you couldn’t help but gasp when you saw just how beautiful this man was. There he was standing between your legs. His skin glistening with sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead thrusting his hips back and forth, his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over again.

His lips were smothered in your lipstick and slightly open as soft moans repeatedly escaped his plump lips. “Fuck you’re so hot Tae”.

He grinned at your words and slammed himself further inside of you making you whine some more. He grabbed your legs and placed them on his shoulders offering his cock a new angle. A better angle, you instantly moaned as his length hit your walls. There it was, he had found the spot and he knew it. He bit down on his bottom lip and let his hand creep up between your legs. You looked at him impatiently. He started rocking back and forth and his thumb attached your clit again. Your moans became louder. You could feel your juices flowing down your thighs. Your chest heaved as you tried to keep a steady breath. Your grip around the edge of the desk tightened yet again. If he kept going like this you would come again. “Don’t stop.” you whined.

“Hmm?” he hummed, “Sorry babygirl I didn’t hear that.” he cooed and he slightly slowed down the pace.

“No,” you pleaded, “Please”. You couldn’t bare him stopping now, you needed him to fuck you harder.

“I can’t hear you Y/N.” he kissed your calf as to encourage you, and pushed himself inside of you slowly.

You finally mustered up the courage to scream “Please- Tae-” you panted “Fuck me- Harder”.

He grinned in satisfaction “Good girl” and slammed his cock inside you. You both gasped and he began rocking back and forth. He pressed his left hand on your lower stomach to keep you in place as he hit your sweet spot over and over again. His other hand focused on your clit and there it was again. The heat was taking over your body, and spreading from your centre to the rest of your body.

“That’s it, baby,” he hummed pleased with himself “Let yourself go.” and with those words, there it was again. Your orgasm crashed onto you as a massive wave and all you could do was let the moans escape, louder and louder. Your walls clenched around Taehyung’s length as you spasmed.

You noticed he started grunting louder and his head had tilted back. “Come for me Tae,” you moaned. He chuckled and picked up the pace. There you were. Both moaning and hissing loudly. The desk was shaking under you both. Pens and papers falling to the floor. You finished your orgasm and all your muscles relaxed.

You looked up at Teahyung who was on the verge of cumming. “I love your big cock Tae,” you hummed and clenched your walls around him.

And there it was he moaned louder and let his eyes roll to the back of his head. Sweat trickled down his forehead. “Fuck Y/N- ah- fuck-”

He slowed down, your legs slid down from his shoulders and he let himself crash on top of you. You were both lying there catching your breath. Your hands caressed his hair gently and you closed your eyes fully relaxed in his presence. You felt his heart beating against you and kissed him softly on the top of his head. The haze from the Sake was starting to clear up and you were slowly realising what had actually happened.

Teahyung lifted himself from on top of you and slowly pulled himself out. He grabbed a box of tissues and kneeled before your open legs. He took one and started cleaning up “God you’re made a mess” he teased and you playfully kicked him “Shut up, it’s your fault”.

He kissed the inside of your thigh tenderly before sliding your panties back on.

You both got dressed in silence after that.

1 am. You sat back down at your desks and finished your work quietly. You weren’t sure what to do after what had happened. It all happened so fast. One second you were working, the next you were drunk and getting fucked on Namjoon’s desk.

1:30 am. The rest of the work had been done rather quickly. None of you had said a word the whole time. You sat there staring at Taehyung, his shirt unbuttoned and skin still glistening. You could still feel the stretch his cock had given to your pussy and your walls clenched at the thought. He looked up and caught you staring lustfully at him. He winked and you sighed with exasperation. “I’m almost done you can head home if you want,” he said.

You knew you could leave for a while now but for some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to budge. It was as if you were so mesmerised by him that you were unable to move. What had gotten into you?

“What’s the matter?” Taehyung inquired as he cocked his head slightly revealing the bruises you had left on his neck. You didn’t think you had sucked so hard on his skin.

“I don’t know Taehyung, should we talk about what happened?”

“What is there to talk about?”

Flashbacks of him pounding into you as you struggled to keep your balance on Namjoon’s desk reassurged and you blushed, “I mean you did just fuck my brains out in the office,” you mumbled making Taehyung laugh, “Ah yes, there is that”.

An awkward silence followed as you both stared at each other remembering what had happened earlier. “Listen Taehyung I don’t really want people knowing about this in the office,” you said as you stood up and started to pack your things. You took your extra pair of shoes out of your drawers and slid them on. You always had a spare pair in case your feet hurt too much or if you twisted your ankle or something.

Taehyung put the last file aside and pushed his seat back from his desk. He looked up at you, as he leaned back in his seat his legs spread and brushed his damp hair out of his face. “You know, I really like you right?” he inquired.

You were a bit flustered by his question “I- um- I guess that now I know.”

“Would you want to go see a movie next week?” he stood up from his chair, put his coat on and slowly walked towards you. You were thinking about it, would you want to go on a date with him? Usually, your answer would have been a stern no and you would have immediately walked away. But after what had happened, you found yourself hesitant. He was now standing right in front of you as you stared blankly and his chest. He put his fingers on your chin and gently lifted your face to make you look at him. There he was towering over you with a soft smile on his face. You could smell his musk, he smelt a little sweaty but to your surprise you kind of liked the smell. “Listen, I’d understand if you said no,” his hands slipped down to your waist and he pressed himself up against you “It’s just that I had a lot of fun tonight, and I feel like you had fun too.”

You rested your hands on his chest and thought about it. He was right, to your surprise you had had quite a lot of fun tonight. “Taehyung,” you started, “I did have a lot of fun, but” you weren’t sure how to go about this “I- I’d prefer if we took things slow and I don’t want anyone knowing about tonight. Ms.White already hates me and if she starts hearing that I’m sleeping around with my colleagues and-”

Taehyung cut you off with a kiss, “I’ll take that as a yes then.” He took you by the arm and you started heading towards the elevator. There was a bit of tension between you. He had retracted too soon from that kiss and left you wanting more. You walked in and as the doors shut he turned towards you and your eyes locked for a split second before you were in each other’s embrace again. Your lips collided and his tongue found its way into your mouth. You groped at his ass and stood on your tiptoes to reach him. His lips made their way down your neck and soon enough he was on his knees in front of you. He started kissing your legs and you could feel your underwear getting soaked again. His pupils were dilated and you could tell how horny he was, “Can I?” he muttered gesturing at the hem of your skirt. You nodded eagerly and he complied, he lifted it above your waist. His lips made their way towards your hip where they found your underwear he bit down tenderly on the edge of the fabric and slowly pulled them down with his teeth. Soon enough your pussy was on full display still pink and sore from earlier. You stared down at him as he kissed your inner thighs. He hadn’t touched your centre yet and you could already feel it pounding eagerly. Soon his tongue traced its way to your folds and he gently swiped it up and down. He pulled back “You taste so good,” he hummed before shoving his face back in, this time burying his tongue deeper inside you. You gasped and put your weight onto the wall. You could feel your juices pouring out onto his tongue as he licked it all up. You looked down at his head between your thighs, and your gaze met his. He stared up at you with his beautiful brown eyes, his fingers made their way towards your core. Suddenly you felt his fingers slip inside of you. His tongue found your sensitive bud and started applying pressure to it and his fingers went back and forth inside of you. The friction made your muscles tense up, your pussy was already so sensitive from earlier and everything felt so much more intense this time round. He wasn’t going too fast and let the heat build up slowly. Your soft moans and the wet kissing noises filled the silence of the elevator. You must have arrived at the bottom floor already, in fact, the door must have opened at some point, but neither of you had noticed. He hummed against your wet skin and kept going at the same steady pace his eyes staring into yours.

You couldn’t avert your gaze “Fuck- Tae- ah-” you whimpered as you did your best to keep your balance. Your legs were stiffening and trembled a bit as he kissed your tender spot. His fingers were repeatedly hitting the spot that made you weak in the knees. You could feel yourself faltering under his touch. He grabbed your ass and gave you support with his free hand. You whined as he smacked your bare ass. Your hands made their way under your top and your fingers found your nipples. You started playing with your tits and your moans became louder. You could tell how satisfied he was with the sight before him. You squeezed your nipples harder and the pain made you whine. Taehyung’s tongue pressed a bit harder against your clit and he started swirling faster. You could feel your climax approaching. Taehyung’s hand on your ass helped you keep on your feet. If he let go you would surely collapse to the floor. He squeezed your ass cheek as if to signal you to let go, and you did, waves of pleasure crashed onto your body and you moaned louder at each swipe of his tongue against your clit. After a few seconds, he removed himself, his face covered in your juices and he kissed you passionately. You could taste your fluids on his tongue and you gripped yourself to his waist to not fall. Pressed up against him you could feel his hard cock throbbing with desire.

He pulled himself away from you with a big smile, “Don’t worry,” he whispered “this will be our little midnight secret baby” before he gave you a last kiss.

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yanoharuhito · 1 year

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my perspective as someone with (or rather apart of) an identity fragmented in the early years of my life, an alter in a system, is probably different from that of a 'normal' person but i want to give my thoughts regardless:

recently, by complete happenstance i stumbled upon the social media account of someone one of our past hosts used to know -- and it was really jarring, actually. as i scrolled this profile, seeing what they were up to and how they've grown, i felt keenly aware of my own change in comparison, how different my experience truly is from that of a singlet.

our system changes hosts on average every couple years. who different 'personalities' and identities emerge and take over living our life, and it happens rather suddenly. it's not gradual change, it's jarring.

since drifting away from this friend four-ish years ago, i'd say we have had three major host changes? all very different in temperament and identity and personality yadda yadda yadda. and although at this point i've been aware that i'm part of a system for over a year, i was still kind of surprised at just how different my experience is.

we, our system, have changed so much in such a short period of time, abnormally and unstably. i voiced my concern about it to a therapist who hadn't known about our DID at that point, and she said, "but that's good, right? everyone changes. that's necessary." and i didn't know how to explain to her that it was like every single aspect of our outward identity changes in a single moment. and that's what's happened.

when comparing ourself to this friend, who has not changed as we have, i felt suddenly very aware of just how disordered my experience is? i can get through my day-to-day without hassle, but long-term, it feels very lonely. i can't project my expectations very far in the future because i don't know if i'll even be here a year from now. i want to keep living out here for a while, but i don't have much say in the matter. it's scary.

that friend, i only recognized them because they use the same display name online, the same way of drawing, all that. yet i knew they wouldn't be able to recognize me. it's a sense of dissonance. before i knew i was part of a system, i just thought that it was normal for people to periodically have whole aspects of themselves change so suddenly, and have that reflect into online presentation. i thought it was normal to have had so many aliases before, and to feel like your past self is a complete stranger. everything i knew was flipped on my head when i found out. does that make sense?

it's hard to explain it, but there's this sense of nostalgia and cognitive dissonance surrounding the whole ordeal now.

#vent? not really #just me being introspective? about mental health?#system talk

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lokidokieokie · 2 years

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You’ve Been Here All This Time?

Summary: Y/n hasn’t heard from her soulmate in years and eventually learned to live with the fact that sometimes soulmates aren’t meant to be. What happens when she writes one last message to hers while living at the Sanctum?

Soulmate AU where soulmates communicate with each other by writing on their skin.

Notes: maybe some slight angst? mostly fluffy though :)

At first you had thought that they were just busy. People need to do things like work, run errands, or visit family. So it was normal to not communicate for a few days.

But when you still hadn’t heard anything after a few weeks, you began to worry. You covered your body in ink, sending phrases of worry and concern; trying to get a response. But all of your questions went unanswered.

You had tried for months to try and get a response. Your heart breaking more as every day passed without one. But after two years without a response, you had to give up and move on...or at least try to.

You had to accept that they didn’t want anything to do with you...or worse. The former you could kind of believe, but you couldn’t even fathom the latter.

So you pieced yourself back together and began a new journey. In your heartbroken state, you had somehow ended up in Nepal and stumbled upon Kamar-Taj. They let you in with open arms, and you’ve been a member of the mystic arts ever since.

After the blip, and the Avengers bringing the vanished back, you thought you owed it to your soulmate to give them one last message. One last note to show that you still think and care about them, even if they don’t want anything to do with you.

Taking a deep breath, you rolled up your sleeve, and grabbed a pen.

Hey Romeo,

It’s been awhile since I’ve last wrote to you.

I know you probably don’t want to talk to me, but I just needed to try one last time. I just need to know that you’re okay after everything that happened.

Just give me some sort of sign and I’ll leave you alone.

Please. I just need to know that you’re okay.

Love,

Your Juliet. xxx

You finished your note by drawing the little moon in the corner of your palm and wiped your tears away.

Hopefully, you’ll get a response.

Roaming around the Sanctum waiting for a response was agonising. Your mind was running rampant with the endless possibilities of what could happen, and you didn’t even notice that you had walked straight into Strange.

“I’m so sorry, Stephen. My mind’s all over the place. Are you okay?”

He smiled at you. “I’m fine, Y/n. Don’t worry yourself about it.”

He pat you on the shoulder and went to walk away when something caught your eye. A little moon, eerily similar to the one that you drew on your own hand, was in the corner of his palm.

You stilled. That could not be a coincidence.

“Stephen, wait a second.” He turned back around and quirked his eyebrow.

“What’s wrong?”

Shakily, you grabbed his hand. “What are you doing?” He questioned.

“Did you draw this?” He stared at you like you were crazy, until he realised what you were talking about.

He sighed, “Oh. No, I didn’t.” You stared at him.

“It’s my soulmate.” Your eyes widened. “Ever since the accident, I haven’t been able to respond. She thinks I hate her.” He frowned.

You couldn’t believe it. Stephen Strange was your Romeo? Your roommate/superior/friend was the one that you’ve been trying to reach?

You took a deep breath, a smile gracing your face. “I’m sure she doesn’t hate you. She’s probably just worried about you.”

“I haven’t responded in nearly seven years, Y/n. She probably thinks I’m dead.” Tears began to slip out of his eyes. “These past years have been torture. Seeing her write things, begging me to respond. It...It hurts, Y/n. I just want to let her know that I care.”

You cradled his face with your hands and wiped his tears away. “She doesn’t think that you’re dead, Stephen. And she knows that you care.”

“You can’t know that. You’re not her!” Just as he went to turn away you grabbed him. Just as he was about to open his mouth, you interrupted.

“A couple of hours ago, I wrote to my soulmate--to my Romeo. Someone who I hadn’t heard from in a long time. I asked him to give me some sort of sign that he was okay. After I finished writing, I did what I always did. I doodled a little moon in the corner of my palm.” He stared at you, wide-eyed. “So, Stephen, I do know that she knows you care. Because I am her.” You smiled.

It was silent for a while. Stephen was just staring at you, looking confused as ever. You were just about to ask if he was okay when he finally spoke.

“You’ve been here all this time?” He gave you a watery smile that you returned.

“I guess I have.”

He stepped towards you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. “I’m so sorry, Y/n. I tried. I really tried to write back but-”

You cut him off by placing your arms around his neck and colliding your lips with his. “You don’t need to apologise for anything, Stephen. We’re together now, that’s all that matters.”

With those final words, you claimed his lips once more.

Ahhhh my first Strange fic! Hope you enjoyed!

Find my masterlist here!

#doctor strange #stephen strange #doctor stephen strange #stephen strange x reader #doctor strange x reader #dr strange #dr strange x reader #doctor strange fanfiction #stephen strange fanfiction #dr strange fanfiction #fanfic #marvel #marvel fanfic #mcu fanfiction #mcu #benedict cumberbatch #benedict cumberbatch character

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evansonfilm · 3 years

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Weak on the Neck

Pairing: Chris Evans x famous!reader

Summary: What's your weakness?

Warnings: OLD FIC FROM MY DRAFTS (i probably wrote this when i was bored af years ago), swearing

A/N: YOU GUYS!! This has been sitting on my drafts for like 200 years already, so it's really really old but I stumbled upon it today and I found it hilarious. I didn't edit anything, so I'm really sorry coz this was my old style of writing!! I'm multilingual, and English isn't my first language; all mistakes are mine. Thank you for reading! <3

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“It's hilarious, to be honest. Mackie always seems to find a way to annoy everyone,” Sebastian admits with a laugh, rendering a cheer from the crowd.

You sat beside your boyfriend, Chris, who plays Captain America, the love interest of your character, Alia, Tony’s daughter. The whole panel is loud, cherishing the last moments of most of the original characters’ final press tour, Chris included.

So far, the questions have been random, ranging from a fan asking RDJ’s favorite ice pop flavor having been admitted that there was a huge selection of flavors for Lexi during that day to the host asking Sebastian which particular Falcon scene had him laughing his ass off.

Your character was not fairly new, appearing along with Scarlett on Iron Man 2 as Tony’s secret agent genius daughter. The questions regarding the emotional scene you did with your on-screen father have already been asked, so at this point, you were not expecting any more questions to be asked to you.

With that, your focus was diverted to Chris’ warm hand on your thigh that was drawing lazy circles around it. He catches your eyes before giving you a small smile. But then, as if on cue, a question was raised for him.

“Chris, how do you think Alia felt when the Steggy ending happened?” a fan inquires.

You let out a small laugh, leaning over your microphone to say, “As Alia, I would say... definitely not good.” The crowd laughed at that; some even screamed “Stalia rights!” which made the panel, particularly Seb and Anthony who screamed "Damn right!", cheered as they were big Steve and Alia fans as well.

Chris chuckles beside you, rubbing your knees for warmth. “Well, I think the ending was genius, you know? I mean on the Age of Ultron, we’ve seen how Steve and Alia blossomed from friends to lovers, but there will always be, I think, some what-ifs about Peggy and Cap. So with the really emotional dialogue exchange between Alia and the young Cap as well as the wrinkly Cap and then the dance– I think it brought about good closure to both love pairs.”

“Ha, damn right. Alia doesn’t need a man,” you sass, poking your tongue out. Chris crinkles his nose, squeezing your thigh, where your tickle is, three times, only stopping when you’re laughing and squirming under his touch.

“To add onto that, I think the ending just proved how independent Alia could be, which we would see on her solo film coming out soon,” RDJ insinuates, earning a cheer from the crowd.

But you were too busy having a playful fight with Chris to notice they were cheering for you. It was your thing; ever before you were a couple, Chris and you would always tickle each other during interviews and premieres, and everyone was used to it by now.

“Question for Y/N!” That grabbed your attention, but not enough to still fully listen to it. “Since Alia’s character has been established as the sassy and strong-headed daughter of Iron Man, what weaknesses do you think Alia has?”

Your boyfriend being your boyfriend, Chris was menacingly poking your ribs, ultimately distracting you from the interview. “I’m sorry, what was it again?” you asked, after swatting Chris’ hands.

Scarlett, beside you, started poking your other rib, causing you to tilt your body alternately between them. The crowd laughed at the three of you, mostly you because it looked like you were dancing funny.

It was the perfect distraction... and you absolutely misheard the question.

“Weaknesses,” the fan repeats, smiling brightly at you.

“Oh um... I would say, hmm, my weakness is... neck kisses.” You answered boldly, just wanting to see Chris red from the personal information you’ve shared.

Instead you got a loud laugh from him... and from everyone else in the room. You were confused, mumbling a small "what" in your mic before Scarlett puts her forehead on your shoulder, giggling uncontrollably.

Chris had his head thrown back with his hand grabbing his left pec. That was when you realised your mistake.

Quickly, you leaned over to your mic to redeem yourself. “Oh shit! Did you mean Alia’s weaknesses?” You asked awkwardly, swatting Chris’ bicep when his booming laugh echoed again. “Ha... I would say anything that involves putting her ego down. She’s her father’s daughter after all, it’s inevitable.”

“Oh really? Because as far as I’m concerned, neck kisses do not make me weak,” RDJ teases, causing you to hide your face in Chris' neck.

“It happens, guys! We all love neck kisses,” Hemsworth reasons out before laughing along with everyone again.

“Gosh, I– Does anyone have more questions so I can leave and go sulk in the corner?” you joked.

“Ah, yes!" Mackie piped in. "Is our boy Evans good at making you feel weak?” He asked with a teasing tone. Everyone cheered.

“Oh gosh, shut up!”

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the-witty-pen-name · 3 years

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The Nanny Pt. 3

Lee Bodecker x Nanny!F!Reader

18+

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: alcohol/drinking, food, corrupt cop, mentions of prostitution/smut, implied age gap (reader is in her 20s), cursing, mentions of serial killers/murder, mutual pining,

Summary:

Based on this Request: The reader moves to Meade/Knockemstiff while answering an advertisement for a nanny in the paper. We learn that the ad was posted by Sandy, who has the reader watch her child whenever she and Carl leave to do their secret thing. After one of these trips, Sandy and her husband never return, so the reader is left caring for their baby. With the new investigation into these events, she meets Sandy’s brother Lee, the older, out of shape, alcoholic bachelor, and they are suddenly thrown into each others lives as he begins looking into his sister’s disappearance. Through it all, Lee starts to fall for her, and they slowly become a family.

A/N: I got inspired re-watching one of my favorite shows and I want to know if anyone else gets the reference I’m using! If I missed anything I should include as a warning that I missed please let me know! This is also unedited!

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Your shoulders tensed listening to the radio in the morning. Sitting on your ottoman, you were painting your nails, using the coffee table as your nail station. It was a really bright morning, and you had the curtains pulled open to draw in light. Julie frantically rushed between her room and the bathroom getting ready for her shift at the diner. The newest single from The Beach Boys was playing through the little counter top radio, but at the top of the hour, the melodies playing through the speaker changed to the news. The top story of the morning was chilling.

“Jules,” you said, calling her over hesitantly, putting the cap back on the bottle of polish. “Come listen to this.”

She scurried out of her room while working to tie her apron in the back, and then she stood next to where you sat to listen to the story on the news. The color drained from her face as you both listened to the reporter describe the horrific scene that was under investigation early this morning.

Roy Laferty was an evangelical preacher whose body washed up by the lake very early that same morning. The news report talked about the police investigation, and also disclosed his wife Helen, is also reported missing. They are looking into the disappearance of Helen, as well as opening a full investigation on Laferty’s murder. They also urge individuals with any information regarding the two to call the Sheriff’s department and to provide a statement.

“That’s horrifying,” you mumble, shocked as you try to process the news. Julie nods in agreement but strangely doesn’t seem nearly as affected by the news as you.

“It’s happening again,” she mutters, obviously concerned but her lack of surprise worries you.

“What do you mean again?” you ask.

“There was a string of unexplained murders, all men, like this newest one,” Julie explained, “This was all over the news like two years ago- can’t believe you hadn’t heard about it.” All you could do was shrug; this was all new to you. “Obviously, there was nothing linking their deaths, but there were these five killings a couple of years ago that are still unsolved. There’s no evidence, but the town rumors it was like a serial killer or something. Nothing is confirmed, of course, just a story.”

“What makes people think it was all the same person?” you ask, hesitantly.

“All the people were always the same type,” she shrugs, “Men all in their 20s and 30s. Again, there’s nothing linking them all together. It’s just talk.”

You clicked off the radio, and didn’t know what to do with yourself. Julie patted your shoulder, comfortingly but she had to go on with her day. So did you, and you almost her ability to move about the apartment almost unfazed by the news. You suppose it makes sense, her growing up here she’s probably used to it. You didn’t have the experience or the thick skin she had.

You had decided to go to the library, still preoccupied by the news segment as well as the things Julie had told you about the Sheriff. You spent the better half of the morning looking at the library’s archives of old newspapers. You wanted to read more about the unsolved cases Julie had told you about, so there you sat for several hours looking through the microfilm reader. You even stumbled upon articles that featured the Sheriff.

There he was plain as day on the front page when it was announced he had won the election the first time he ran several years back. You couldn’t help but notice the changes in his appearance and demeanor compared to the man you keep running into. He was a little slimmer, and he looked a lot happier, a little fuller of life, you decided was a good way to explain it. His smile was wider, and you could see the difference in his eyes as well. It was seeing how he was before the stress of the job began to take its heavy toll. He had on the same leather jacket as well, you were fairly certain, even though the one in the photograph hung a little looser.

You continued to skim through articles, piecing your way through the history of Knockemstiff. Little articles in black and white that persevered the history of this dark little town. You were beginning to realize this backwater town was a lot more tangled and complex than you originally believed. It was a tangled history, riddled with crime and unclosed cases, that people seem to have either forgotten or choose to ignore for their own sake. Your mind wandered back to the things Julie had told you about the Sheriff and him being corrupt. You wonder how much of what you read about linked back to him. Though you imagine if he has any sort of political connection, which a man like him must have, the things he was involved in probably didn’t even make it into the paper. The thought made you physically shiver.

You put the large leather portfolios of archives you took and put them back into their proper place on the self chronologically. You grabbed your sweater from the back of your chair, and pushed the chair back into place. Looking up at the clock on the wall, it was only just one in the afternoon. You decided to head down to the diner and grab a bite, and also visit Julie during her second shift. It was a short walk from the library to the diner. Everywhere felt like a short walk here, probably because everything in downtown was not much bigger than a few blocks. The majority of people lived far from the center of town, on their own land and farms.

The little bell on the door rang when you stepped in and Julie waved at you from behind the counter and pointed for you to grab an empty table in her section. You put your bag on the table and took a seat. It was a fairly busy time, most people who worked at the surrounding businesses coming in for their lunch break. Julie brought you over a coffee and then said she’d be back to chat when she got to take her five.

Lee hadn’t been able to go home since the phone call. The symptoms of his hangover were worsening and he was growing more irritable. His five o’clock shadow was still evident on his tired face and his head was pounding. He tried his best to just power through it but the sound of anyone trying to talk to him just made his ears ring.

After leaving the scene, he had to stop by his office and then he was on the phone for the better part of an hour fielding calls from frantic citizens not only of Knockemstiff but also Meade, where Laferty was from. Despite how horribly he felt, he tried his best to keep his temper level and just reassure people he had things under control. He was losing his patience.

He opened up his desk drawer and grabbed his bottle of asprin. Empty. He threw it into the small waste bin and got up abruptly grabbing his jacket off the hook and storming out. He didn’t tell anyone he was leaving and he didn’t care. It was a short walk to the drugstore from the station and he wouldn’t be five minutes. He just needed to do something to stop his head from hurting.

“Afternoon, Sheriff,” the pharmacist greeted when he walked in. He nodded his head upwards briefly to reply without having to talk. He just needed to get in and out. She went back to whatever she was working on when he came in, and he browsed the aisles for what he needed. After paying and walking out, he glanced in the direction of the diner when he was crossing the street. There you were, again. Sitting alone and chatting with the waitress that was refilling your coffee.

He let out a heavy sigh, and then continued walking. He didn’t want you to see him like this, hungover, unshaved, wrinkled uniform and heavy undereye bags from his lack of sleep. You looked- well, Lee thought you were the prettiest thing he’s seen in a while, maybe ever. There was something about you he couldn’t pinpoint. Maybe it was just because you weren’t from here. You were a fresh face, and not ruined by this town. There was a sweetness and an innocence in how you talked to him, because you didn’t know him like the rest of people here did. He liked that.

Even when he left the station for the day, he couldn’t even go home yet. He had a meeting at the bar with one of Brown’s lackeys. He was just supposed to collect his cut so he couldn’t imagine it would take long, but he was still annoyed. Stepping into the bar he looked around as he took off his hat. It was a little more crowded tonight then when he was here last. The red curtain was closed and his eyes lingered there for a moment before directing his attention to the man he recognized who was waving him over.

“Sheriff,” the man greets and Lee slides into the booth across from him.

“Hayward,” he replies. Without even needing to order, the bartender comes over bringing them a bottle of scotch and two glasses.

“You ever go back there?” Hayward asks, watching as a girl came out and brought a man behind the curtain who had been waiting at the bar.

“No,” Lee scoffs.

“They are amazing,” Hayward says, almost giddy. Lee feels sympathy towards the poor woman who had to take care of him. Lee doesn’t acknowledge the statement and just empties his glass and begins to pour himself a second.

“So, my cut?” Lee asks. Hayward frowns and goes into the breast pocket of his sports coat and pulls out an envelope of cash.

“You aren’t getting full,” the man says when Lee cocks a brow at the thinness of the envelope.

“Still?” Lee asks, pissed. Hayward nods. Lee’s jaw clenches.

“You didn’t keep things tidy on your end,” Hayward reminds him, “You got one job. Keep the cops out of our territory. We had two cruisers drive through last week. The only reason you’re getting anything at all is cause you managed to keep your people off us when we did the exchange with Deckard’s crew.”

The man finishes his drink, and then slaps the empty glass on the table. He pulls out his own envelope, which is much thicker than Lee’s and drops down more than enough for the drinks. He chuckles condescendingly and tells the Sheriff to get a dance. Fuck that. Lee takes the extra money and plans to just put it right in his pocket and go home. He finishes his third scotch and suddenly his headache was back. He felt worse than he did earlier today.

“What can I do for you, Sheriff?” a feminine voice asks, making him break his line of thought. He looks to his side and he recognizes her as one of the girls he sees bringing men to the back room, behind the velvet curtain. He shakes his head, and instead of leaving him alone, she slides into the booth next to him. Her hand grazes over his thigh. “You seem awful tense, Sheriff,” she says and then bites her lip.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t tempted. He knows she doesn’t actually want him, and it’s just an attempt to get him to spend money in the backroom. If he doesn’t focus his already hazing vision, maybe she could vaguely remind him of you. He can’t do it, but he wants to. Her hand moves up his leg and he pulls away. He adjusts his pants and she shrugs.

“Maybe next time then,” she winks before walking away. He rests his head back on the vinyl seat and sighs. He grabs his hat and jacket, leaving before he changes his mind. “Ask for Cherry when you come in, yeah?” she calls when he walks out.

You are just everywhere. You’re in his head and he doesn’t even know you. He needs to sleep, desperately, and part of him in the back of his mind hopes you’ll be there. When he wakes up, he doesn’t remember.

“Have you heard about the Church fundraiser coming up?” Julie asks. You shake your head. “It’s a pretty big deal here. Everyone participates.”

“What is it?” you ask, kicking off your slippers so you can sit crisscross on the couch.

“Bid-On-A-Basket,” she says casually, like it’s the most obvious thing.

“Never heard of it,” you reply, “It sounds fun. What is it?”

“All us single gals put together a picnic basket with everything for a lunch,” she explains, “and then all the eligible bachelors bid on the basket and a date with the girl who made it. Last year, the dreamiest guy, Bill Whittier, bought mine- it’s so fun. Me and Bill didn’t work out but it was a good time.”

“I don’t know anyone here,” you say hesitantly.

“Perfect way to get a date then,” she teases. You bite your lip. You aren’t sure about this.

“And what if some creep is the highest bidder?” you counter.

“You get a bad date story for your next date?” she poses. “Please,” she begs, “It’s for a good cause, all the money this year is going to help the Sunday school.”

“What if no one bids on it?” You rebut.

“Look at yourself,” she scoffs, “you’ll get bids. Trust me.” You roll your eyes.

“I’ll think about it,” you say finally. She smirks, completely planning to wear you down.

“Remember it’s for the kids,” she reasons, “It wouldn’t hurt to go and participate.”

“I said I’ll think about it,” you laugh.

Time passes and soon enough you get another call from Sandy, and you are suddenly back to taking care of Valerie. You had missed her, a lot actually. You definitely have gotten attached to her, and you think you’ve grown on her too. Sandy was vague this time for how long they’d be gone, but since the previous time went so smoothly, you didn’t worry about it.

About a week after Sandy and Carl left this time, there was another disturbing news report. You were sitting on the floor, changing Valerie and you had the television playing softly in the background. The news told the story of another body, this time found in the woods off of the highway. You finish changing the baby and hold her close, her little chin resting on your shoulder as you watch the news story. It was just like Julie had talked about. Another man, thirty years old. He was shot and his body abandoned. You jump at the knock at the front door.

You peep through the curtains, and you see the Sheriff waiting on the front porch. You wonder if he knows you’re there. Part of you almost wishes he knows it you here and he wanted to see you. It’s incredibly stupid on your part and you know better, but nonetheless, part of you hoped he came here for you. Very stupid. With Valerie on your hip, you open the door.

“I’m sorry, darling,” he says walking into the house. He stops in front of you and presses a kiss to Valerie’s forehead and she squeals happily seeing Lee. You close the door with your foot. “May I?” he asks, and opens his arms. You agree, based on Valerie’s reactions to him whenever she sees him. He takes her in his arms, and she starts playing with his tie. He loosens it so she can play with it and not choke him.

“What can I do for you, Sheriff?” you ask. He reacts in a way in a way you can’t really read, but you don’t press.

His mind just goes back to the woman a couple weeks back in the brothel who asked him the same thing, and that his mind immediately had gone to you. He just clears his throat and snaps himself out of that thought process.

“Um, I just came by to see Sandy,” he says, “But I can fathom a guess that she’s not here?”

“Excellent deduction,” you joke, and he smirks. Valerie has his tie in her mouth and is covering it in drool. He doesn’t even seem to care.

“Are you okay?” he asks, and you nod. “You looked a little scared when you answered.”

“Just watching the news before you showed up is all,” you explain, “They were talking about how there was another man found dead.”

“Ain’t got nothing to worry about,” he says, “We’re on top of it. I’m on my way over there now.”

“Can I ask you something?” you ask hesitantly.

“Of course, darling.”

“My friend, you probably know her- Julie Grady.”

“Yeah, nice kid,” he says, listening but gently pulling his tie from Valerie’s grasp. She starts playing with the flap of the pocket of his jacket.

Kid. You almost grimace. That’s right. Of course, Lee would view someone your age that way. You weren’t. You chastise yourself for even caring, but you decide to continue. You shouldn’t care how he sees you.

“Yeah- well, she told me there have been others,” you continue, “I also read up about it, just the newspapers at the library- but she said people thought it was some kind of serial killer… I just, I want to know what you think.”

“I don’t think know,” he answers honestly, a little taken aback, not expecting you to approach him with something this serious. “I doubt it,” he explains, “Serial killers stay close to home. Now those cases you read about, and these two we are looking at- they sound close together but logistically, they aren’t really. Two of those unsolved were in completely different states- just like this new one.”

“So, no traveling serial killer?” you chuckle, trying to sound lighthearted. He chuckles and shakes his head.

“Most people like that stay in one area,” Lee explains, “They work jobs, they have a home, you know? They tend to stay near where they live.”

“That makes me feel much better,” you answer honestly.

“You got nothing to worry about, and that’s a promise,” he grins, although he supposes coming from him that probably doesn’t mean much. Regardless, it makes you smile.

“Are you sure I can’t get you anything?” you offer again. He bites his lip, taking a moment to think.

“Sandy keeps a bag of candy in her cabinet,” he says, walking into the kitchen with you following close behind. He passes Valerie off to you and he chuckles under his breath at the state of his tie. He reaches up in the cabinet and pulls down a brown paper bag, filled with taffies and chocolates.

Something about this man who has a whole time scared of him playing with his niece and then stealing sweets from the cupboard is something you find so strangely endearing. He unwraps one of the brightly colored taffies and then puts the bag in his pocket.

“I gotta go,” he announces, “let me know if you hear from Sandy, yeah?”

“Of course,” you reply.

“Gonna head out to that scene, and do my report,” he discloses, not really sure why he’s telling you. “Then I have a meeting at the rectory about that fundraiser thing. Figure out security.”

“They need security at Bid-On-A-Basket?” you ask, with an eyebrow raised. He smiles.

“You going?” he asks, flirtatiously.

“Just seems weird to have police at a Church thing.”

“There’s been stupid fights,” he shrugs, “some guy will get outbid and cause a fuss. Nothing serious. Probably just gonna be me and a deputy in case. You going?”

“I don’t know, maybe,” you say sheepishly. “Why?”

He walks towards the front door, and you follow seeing him out.

“Cause I gotta know if I’ll be bidding on a basket,” he winks.

“You gonna start a fight if you don’t win it?” you joke.

“If it’s yours? Absolutely, darling.”

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hxt1b · 4 years

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Let’s Just Let it Go

Doyoung x Reader

Genre: Angst, some fluff (it’s there I swear) CollegeAU (HockeyPlayer!Doyoung)

Warning: MATURE CONTENT/DARK THEMES, drinking (drink responsibly please), SMUT, swearing, TW sexual assault.

WC: 11k

Song Rec: when the party’s over by Billie Eilish

Accompanying Stories: As Long As I’m Here, Isn’t It Lovely All Alone.

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A/N: You do not have to read all the stories to read this one. You can read this as a standalone, however reading the other two will give a better understanding of the backgrounds of the characters so if you do read all I’d suggest reading the other two first. However, by all means this can be read independently you will still understand the plot and everything without reading the other two. Lastly, please excuse the grammar, I read it over but still some things may have slipped through.

“You keep condoms in your wallet?” You asked looking up at him. Doyoung’s head was swimming, but then again that much alcohol would do that to you.

“Would you rather I didn’t have one right now?” he asked his words slurring. You shook your head. Doyoung smirked returning his attention to opening the packet and putting the condom on. He pushed you into the wall again, grabbing you from the back of your thighs forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist as he pushed into you.

“Fuck,” He grunted as he began to move in you. To be honest, Doyoung didn’t remember your name, he had asked, but he couldn’t recall. You’d met a couple of hours ago in the packed club, Doyoung was seeing double of everyone by the time his eyes landed on you, keeping his steps stable was a feat as he made his way over to where you were dancing, drawing you in however wasn’t that hard. You were just as drunk as him.

Your arms looped around his neck as you filled his ears with breathy moans. Doyoung was so far gone, his mind was empty as you tightened around him. A few more thrusts and he came, letting his head fall into your shoulder as he did. You stilled against him; he didn’t really know if you finished. But he was too drunk to care. After getting his breathing to even out slightly he pulled out of you.

“Well,” He said as he carefully took off the condom, “Thank you I guess.” He looked around the bathroom locating the garbage can and tossed the used condom into it. With that, he left the bathroom not looking back at you. He was still stumbling seeing two of everyone one that passed by him.

He laughed to himself as he ran into a chair. But it was better this way, he didn’t remember anything this way. Kim Doyoung could successfully say that he had just wrapped up the most unmemorable summer of his life. Unmemorable because he was drunk throughout the entire thing, but it was okay because not once this summer did Doyoung think about the girl that cheated on him. Not once did he think about Yuta, the man that he looked up to. The one that slept with his girlfriend. Nope, they didn’t even cross his mind.

But they did.

Every damn day.

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“Get up.” The voice pounded in Doyoung’s head and a hand reached out and shook him. He grumbled. Slowly opening his eyes, he glared up at Kun. He watched as his friend rolled his eyes at him.

“We have practice.” Doyoung pulled his blanket over his head, he shouldn’t have drank last night. “Come on.”

What a new kind of hell he’d entered. He’d told himself that once the hockey practice started, he’d be fine. He wouldn’t drink, Yuta had managed to graduate, he’d avoid his ex, the campus was big enough. He could still avoid his ex, she wasn’t even on campus yet. Only the athletes were here a month before everyone. But the not drinking once hockey started, that didn’t happen, so he told himself when the semester started, and today after practice the semester started, he would have to stop drinking and his ex would be back.

He groaned again throwing his covers off of himself and getting up. His head ached with each step he took towards the shared bathroom. They had moved, this house was bigger but they still needed to share a bathroom, well at least Ten, Jaehyun, Jungwoo and himself did. Kun upon stepping into the master room with the huge en-suite pulled his new captain status on them and took the damn room.

“You’re just waking up?” Jaehyun asked him, as he passed the younger boy in the hallway. Doyoung didn’t respond just walked past him keeping his head down.

Getting into the bathroom he looked at himself, taking in his appearance, he had a huge hickey on the side of his neck, how he got it was a slight blur to him. He remembered flashes of the night only. His hair was sticking out into a million directions he looked awful, he looked sick. Looking away from himself he grabbed his toothbrush and got ready for practice, he was gonna need a gallon of coffee.

Hockey was an escape, he could be as brutal as he wanted on the ice, he was itching for a proper game so that he wouldn’t have to hold himself back he couldn’t bang up his teammates. He needed a game.

Well, it was an escape until the new guy opened his mouth.

“Hungover again Kim, why am I not shocked?” Doyoung sneered at the man lacing up his skates as he walked into the change room. His hands clenching into fists at his side, but he didn’t reply, because he was hungover, and this guy was the only one that called him out on it. Because he was the only one that didn’t know. Yet, it didn’t make Doyoung hate him any less.

What kind of a nickname was Winwin anyway?

Rolling his eyes Doyoung dumped his stuff into his cubby taking his gear out and getting ready for practice.

“Ignore him,” Kun said from his left.

“I am,” Doyoung replied.

On the ice, Doyoung couldn’t deny the new kid was an ace, why he transferred to their school he couldn’t say. He used to play for the team that they lost to last year, one step away from the cup. But that school had a killer roaster, this kid being one of the beasts on it, but here he was. Skating towards Doyoung with the puck. Their coach was ending this practice with a scrimmage, the hockey season would be starting in a few days and the coach claimed that this would re-charge everyone’s competitive sides because this was their season.

He let him get close before he began his chase, letting Winwin come to him before blocking his path he hit him into the boards. It wasn’t a hard hit, but it was a hit. They both lost the puck as Winwin bounded off the plexiglass and slammed his hands into Doyoung’s chest.

“What the fuck man?!” He asked. Doyoung shrugged, their coach was yelling as he skated over. Kun already there grabbing Winwin as he glared at Doyoung.

“What on earth are you doing kid?” The coach barked at Doyoung.

“Sorry I just got into it.” He said not feeling sorry at all. Maybe he wasn’t doing the best job of ignoring him.

“Apologize to him.” He mentally scowled, he didn’t appreciate being treated like he was a toddler.

“Sorry.”

“Okay get off the ice, shower. Practice is over!”

“Dude you gotta relax.” Ten said skating next to Doyoung.

“Why the fuck do they even call him Winwin?” Doyoung’s irritation was evident “I fucking hate the guy.

“It’s because he fucking Wins, they use to call him their lucky charm ‘Winwin.’”

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Loneliness was a part of life that you accepted long ago, it was something that just came with your life. Your parents were rich, and they shouldn't have had kids, because they couldn’t give two shits about the two children they had. So, loneliness wasn’t an issue for you not until the reality settled in that this wasn’t loneliness it was abandonment and that was a hard pill to swallow. Looking around your dorm you took in your roommate's side it was decorated in whites, it kind of hurt your eyes but you weren’t going to say anything. It was better than being stuck in an apartment with your brother. You felt bad when you left him alone in the huge penthouse seeing as you were the reason that the two of you were here. But you couldn’t take it there anymore everything reminded you of the fact that your parents didn’t care about you.

Your phone rang pulling you away from the anger that was bubbling up inside of you at the thought of your parents. Being replaced by a growing laugh as you looked at the caller ID. Your brother.

“Hello.” You answered.

“Want to move back yet?” He teased.

“No, I do not I actually like it here.” You replied getting off your bed and beginning to pace your room. He laughed, the sound making you smile.

“I was just teasing. I called to ask if you wanted to get lunch together today?” He asked. You frowned.

“Sicheng, you aren’t eating with your teammates yet?” Your tone not hiding your disappointment.

“No,” he replied curtly.

“Be nice to them, be friends with them.”

He ignored you, “So are you going to eat with me or not?”

“No, I’ll be eating with my roommate.” You answered as she came into the room, she smiled at you having heard what you said, and you smiled back. Despite her obsession with white, you actually really liked her. “Speaking of whom, I gotta go now.”

“Fine.”

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By lunch, Doyoung was starving, having not had time to eat after he showered in the change room. His stomach was grumbling loudly when he took his seat next to Kun at their table in the cafeteria.

“You know I’m shocked by how good the cafeteria food is here.” Mark, a first-year rookie, said drawing the attention of the table.

“Yo same, people complain a lot about cafeteria food I was actually stressed.” Hendery another rookie agreed.

Doyoung nodded, “We lucked out.”

“Yo Winwin, come sit here!” Kun yelled from next to Doyoung making him turn his head in the direction Kun was yelling in. Winwin stopped in his tracks and looked over at the table. Doyoung glared at the side of Kun’s head, but Kun ignored him.

“Be nice,” Kun muttered to him as Winwin sat down across from him at the only empty seat on the table. Doyoung did his best not to scowl. Doyoung retreated into his own brain as the table continued to chat. He focused on the broccoli on his plate. He didn’t dare look around the cafeteria.

Fuck looking at the insufferable cocky bastard in front of him, he was afraid he would see his ex. Ever since practice ended in the morning he was on edge; he didn’t want to run into her in a hallway again he was afraid because he didn’t know how he’d react. He wanted to say he wouldn’t care that he’d just walk by her and maybe he would, but he felt like he wouldn’t the risk was too high.

“So, the party is at our place on Friday to kick off the year, that way we can celebrate the four rookies joining our team, along with Winwin coming to us this year and our boy Jungwoo finally hitting the ice in a game,” Jaehyun said, as Doyoung finally tuned back into the boy's conversation.

“So, you’ll come Winwin?” Ten asked. Doyoung looked up at him frowning, the younger boy played with the fries on his plate as he nodded.

“Yeah, I’ll come by.”

“Cool bring friends if you want to.” Ten said smiling at him.

---

Doyoung made it to Friday without a drink, and then he thought about how he promised himself he wouldn’t drink when the semester started. He then re-evaluated his choice and edited his promise, he wouldn’t drink without cause this semester, and a start of the year party was cause. Was it not? The boy in the mirror smiled back at him as he held his cup up to his reflection in a cheers before downing it.

It was most definitely cause.

Leaving his room his body already buzzing he skipped down the stairs, straight into a girl. You. Doyoung looked you up and down, taking in the tight jeans you had on. He liked the way they made your ass look. He also really liked the baby pink top you had on. It was clinging to you like a second skin showing off your assets. Doyoung smirked down at you, for some reason you looked familiar.

“I’m sorry about that.” He said and you scoffed.

“Whatever.”

Doyoung stared at your back as you walked away confused at the reaction he gleaned. He’d never been bad with chicks or at least he thought he wasn’t. He looked over at your friend who shrugged at him before following you.

His house was full of people he didn’t know, and some he did. But he was at ease, this was one place he knew that his ex wouldn’t show up. So, with a quiet laugh to himself, he followed you into the living room. You were standing beside Winwin. He leaned against the wall and watched you interact with his teammate; the interaction was friendly. From the way you reacted to him it was easy to see that the two of you were close.

“What are you looking at?” Xiaojun, another first-year rookie, asked coming up next to him.

Doyoung replied by nodding his head in the direction of the pair, and Xiaojun nodded.

“His sister is hot, isn’t she?” Doyoung froze as the words left the youngers mouth. Sister.

And then it came to him, the image of you pressed against a bathroom wall, with your dress pushed up as he moved inside you. Doyoung mentally facepalmed as he remembered how he left you. Turning away Xiaojun, Doyoung moved out of the living room and into the kitchen. He went straight to the cabinet where Jaehyun kept his good liquor. Pulling out a large bottle of tequila Doyoung looked around for a shot glass. He turned around and straight into Jaehyun himself. Jaehyun looked at him with a ‘what are you doing’ expression on his face.

“I will buy you more.” Doyoung simply said finally locating the object he was looking for. Bringing the small glass over to his spot he poured some for himself. Jaehyun watched him as he tipped his head back downing the alcohol not even flinching at the burn.

“Whoa,” Jaehyun said as Doyoung went to pour himself another one. “Aren’t you trying to like drink less or something?”

“I slept with Winwin’s sister.” He quickly replied taking the next shot.

“Just now?” Jaehyun asked taking the shot glass from Doyoung after poured himself another shot.

“No. Last week.”

“Dude what the fuck.”

“Dude what the fuck indeed.” Your voice cut into their conversation making them both snap their head towards you. Leaning forward you took the full shot glass from Jaehyun’s hand and drank it.

“I didn’t even get to finish.” You said after the burn in your throat subsided. Doyoung flushed as the memory of how he left you in the bathroom flooded his mind. Jaehyun looked at him a shocked expression on his face before he broke into a smile. Doyoung could tell he was trying not to laugh at him.

He scowled in your direction taking the shot glass from you before pouring himself another shot. Jaehyun took it before he could drink it.

“Slow down,” Jaehyun said the previous laughter gone. Doyoung rolled his eyes and moved to walk away from you and Jaehyun.

“You know,” You said moving into his space. The two shots he’d just taken hadn’t quite hit him full force yet. “up until you ran away from me, I was actually having a good time.” Your chest brushed his as you leaned further into him. Doyoung narrowed his eyes but didn’t back away from you.

“Too bad you don’t actually know how to make a girl cum.” You pulled away from him taking the shot glass again. Doyoung glared at the side of your head as you poured yourself another shot. He looked past you meeting Jaehyun eyes again, the boy flat out laughing this time.

“I do, in fact, know how to make a girl cum.” He said. You scoffed.

“I wouldn’t know.” You replied and threw your head back taking the shot. You shot him a wink before walking away from him. Jaehyun only laughed harder when Doyoung looked at him again. Sneering at the younger boy he reached for the shot glass again.

“No,” Jaehyun said grabbing it before he did. “Pace yourself, Kun will slaughter you. You promised.” He regretted speaking to the new captain sometimes, he regretted telling Kun so much, but he did need help keeping himself in check. Doyoung rolled his eyes at Jaehyun before walking away.

For the rest of the party, he couldn’t get his mind off of you. You stuck to your brother and your friend for the majority of the party and Doyoung didn’t like to interact with him more than he already needed to. Taking his eyes off you as you laughed at something your friend said Doyoung looked around the living room, Kun and Jaehyun weren’t anywhere in sight. He could only spot the rookies as they played beer pong in the corner of the room. Getting up from his spot on the couch he made his way into the kitchen again not seeing any of his roommates. Taking his chance, he made his way to the cabinet pulling it open and grabbing Jaehyun’s Tequila again. Your words pounding in his head as he took a shot straight from the bottle.

“Getting shit-faced as usual,” Winwin said coming into the kitchen. Doyoung didn’t look at him as he took another swing.

“How about you mind your own business,” Doyoung said and brushed past him back into the living room taking the bottle with him. His eyes narrowed in on you as you swayed to the music. Doyoung wasn’t in the mood of arguing with Winwin but if he had been he would have claimed that this was nothing compared to how his drinking usually went. He hadn’t had more than a couple of sips of Kun’s drink after the shots he took in the kitchen until now. Walking up to you he caught your attention, your eyes landing on the bottle he held in his hand.

He let you take it from him as he leaned into the wall. He watched you take a drink some of the alcohol flowing out the corner of your mouth.

“Where did your friend go?” He asked as you wiped at your mouth.

“Home. She’s not really into parties.” You replied. Doyoung watched as you licked your lips passing him the bottle back. But he didn’t want the alcohol. His mind running as he took you in, his mind flashing to the night last week.

“That’s a shame.” He replied. Your eyes darkened as he reached out and pulled you to him. “So, you're just here all by yourself now. Hanging out with your brother.” His hand moving to the side of your neck as he looked down at you. You let him, biting your lip as you looked up at him.

“There’s nothing wrong with hanging out with my brother.” You replied.

“No there isn’t except that you aren’t hanging out with him right now, are you?” You frowned up at him and then looked around the room. Doyoung followed your gaze, Winwin was still in the kitchen. Doyoung smiled to himself as you turned your eyes back to him.

“It’s a good thing I came when I did.” You snickered at his words.

“Is it though?” He rolled his eyes at you. That was it, he could not go down in history with this shit on his name.

---

You crashed into his door, your back stinging from the impact but you ignored it as his lips returned to yours. His lips were rough, moving against yours at a bruising rate, you loved it. His hands were roaming your body pulling at your clothes.

“Bed.” You breathed against his mouth. He chuckled at you as he grabbed your hands holding them above your head as he continued to kiss you.

“You don’t get to call any shots babe.” He said, his mouth moving from your lips to your jaw, leaving a start mark on your skin. You moaned tilting your head to give him more space, he took the chance to leave soft kisses down your neck towards your chest. His hands letting yours go as he lowered himself down your body.

He looked up at you as he got on his knees, his fingers grabbing at the buttons of your jeans before undoing them. You watched as he undressed you, leaving you naked from the bottom half as you stepped out of your jeans. Doyoung licked his lips as he grabbed your leg draping it over his shoulder.

He pressed a wet kiss to the inside of your thigh, your breath hitched as you watched him. Your hand moving to his hair. He moaned softly when you tugged on the strands pulling him towards your wet heat. He pressed a kiss to your clit, using his fingers to separate your folds, relieving some of the tension that was boiling up in your body. You moaned when he darted his tongue out, a short lick. Before retreating again and looking up at you. Your eyes glassed over as you pulled at his hair again.

He obliged again, licking up your slit slowly, dragging his tongue through your wet folds. He groaned into you, the vibrations causing you to shiver. Your head fell back against the door and he took your clit into his mouth, sucking slowly. His tongue ghosting over it. You moved your hips against his mouth wanting him to add his fingers. But your words were lost on you, only nonsense flowing past your lips as he picked up his pace. Your moans grew louder as you drew closer, your eyes closed shut as you chased your climax.

His name rolled off your tongue as your back arched off the door. The muscles in your body tightened, as you clambered for a better grip on him. You felt his teeth gently nip at your hard nub and you crashed over the edge, your orgasm taking over your body as you pulled at his hair. He continued his ministrations, working you through your orgasm. Your body was in overdrive as you came down, a lot more sensitive than you previously were. You pulled at his hair again pulling away from you, he scowled up at you as you finally looked down at him. His lips were red and wet. He grabbed your hands as he got up. Pulling you to the bed.

He let you lay down, as he rounded the bed going to his nightstand. He pulled out silver handcuffs. Your breathing shallowed as you took in the steel in his hands.

“No more touching me.” He said as he placed a knee onto the bed leaning over you. He grabbed your hands bringing them up to his headboard. He closed one handcuff around your wrist the cold metal making you hiss as it came in contact with your skin. He looped the handcuffs around one of the metal rungs on his bed before bringing the other one to your other hand locking you in.

He took a second to look down at you, before leaning down and kissing your swollen lips. You moaned into him, his tongue brushing against yours, you could taste yourself on him and it was driving you crazy. Your thighs already moving against each other as your body reacted to him, more moisture pooling in between your legs.

“I probably should have taken this off first,” Doyoung said pulling away from your lips. His hands moving under your shirt pushing it up off you leaving it around your hands, he did the same with your bra.

“But then again, you’re not the most attentive to details, are you?” You teased, he narrowed his eyes at you pinching your nipple, earning a soft cry from you.

“I wouldn’t be saying shit like that right now.” He threatened, lowering his mouth to your breast. You gasped as he took your pointed nub into his hot mouth, swirling his tongue around your nipple before letting it go. He glanced up at you before trailing wet kisses over to your other breast and doing the same thing there. You squirmed underneath him, clenching your thighs tightly as you got worked up again. He pulled back from your chest looking down at your closed legs, a chuckle leaving him as he looked back up at you. His eyes dark, his pupils blown.

Adjusting so that he was between your legs he hovered over you, leaving marks on your collarbone. You hissed moving against him, you could feel his erection through his jeans. You rolled your hips into him savouring the small amount of friction you were getting until he grabbed your hips and pushed them down into his bed. You groaned against his mouth as he pressed his mouth onto yours, his tongue pushing against yours.

Finally, his fingers connected with your core, he slid a finger into you using his thumb to rub your already abused and sensitive clit. A loud moan left you again as your wrists pulled against the handcuffs, the metal biting into your skin.

“Faster please.” You whined trying to move against his hand but not being able to, his hand holding your hip only tightened. You’d most definitely have a bruise there tomorrow. He picked up the pace. He kissed you harder as he added another finger, his tongue mirroring the actions of his hand as he propelled you towards another orgasm, your body seized up again, muscles tightening as you arched up into him. Your orgasm came faster this time, having already been worked up from the previous one. You panted against him as he pulled his fingers out of you, you watched biting your lower lip as he took his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean.

“I’d say you’d agree, I’m actually great at making women cum.”

---

You walked into the cafeteria the next day for lunch, the hockey team as per usual was in their typical spot. Your brother sitting in the middle talking. You smiled as you neared the table coming up behind Doyoung. Kun smiled at you as you looped your arms around Doyoung’s neck. He stiffened for a second before turning his head to look at you, only relaxing when he realized it was you.

“Your dear brother is right there.” He said to you quietly.

“My brother doesn’t dictate who I fuck.” You replied pressing a kiss to his lips. Doyoung narrowed his eyes at you as you took the empty seat next to him. For some reason, you were really bold around this man, something you hadn’t been in a long time. You looked across the table feeling your brothers’ eyes on you. You smiled at him before turning back to Doyoung, but Doyoung was looking past you. Trying to get his attention but failing you followed his gaze, seeing a girl who was also staring back. You recognized the girl as your neighbour.

“Do you know her?” You asked finally getting Doyoung’s attention. He didn’t reply just pulled your chair closer before snaking his hand around the back of your head and pulling your lips to his. You kissed him back with the same desperation he displayed only pulling away when you needed to breathe. Kun whistled as you wiped at your lips, when you looked at Doyoung he was looking past you again. You threw a quick glance over your shoulder to see the girl gone.

“Doyoung?”

“My ex.” He answered you as he turned to his food.

---

Sitting in your room as Sena, your roommate and you waited for your next class you replayed the way Doyoung had reacted in the cafeteria.

“Sena,” you started looking over at her, “you said you stayed in this dorm last year too?” Sena nodded turning her attention to you. “Did you have the same neighbour?”

“Yeah, why?” She asked, now putting her pen down and turning her full attention to you.

“Her and Doyoung used to date, right?” Sena sighed her eyes moving around the room as she realized what you were asking.

“Yeah, they did. She cheated on him though. I would hear them sometimes, mostly Doyoung, but it was painful to hear. One night. He begged her to let him in for hours and she just left him out in the hall. It was all over campus too, she slept with his teammate. Yuta.”

You bit your lip as Sena turned back to her book, you didn’t know how to react. Being cheated on was a horrible thing but to have it happen with someone as close as your teammate.

“Fuck a teammate that doesn’t know the first thing about being a decent human.”

Your brothers’ words floated into your head. You were confused about how people could just so easily trample over others. You thought about Doyoung’s face at lunch, how quickly he shut off after seeing his ex. Your mind floating to the dark places you tried very hard to hide from as you remembered the last party you’d gone to at your old university.

“Crap Y/N we have ten minutes until class let’s get going,” Sena said as she scrambled to get her stuff together.

---

You saw Doyoung again after class, he was walking across the parking lot to his car. He hadn’t seen you yet but you smiled as you decided to make your way over to him, it was weird that you enjoyed his company only because besides fooling around nothing else had really happened. You made it to his car before he did. So, you took the extra free time to stare at him, you took in the way he scrunched his eyes against the autumn sun, the way the breeze blew through his hair.

“Doyoung!” You blinked your eyes away from him and moved your eyes in the direction of the call. You saw your neighbour again, you quickly looked back at Doyoung as he froze, stopping in his steps. You watched as his hands tightened into fists at his side and his chest rose and fell with deep breaths. He ignored her and continued in your directions towards the car.

“Hey,” You said softly catching his attention. His head snapped to yours as he unlocked his car. He didn’t smile at you just nodded. “You going home?” he nodded again taking his bottom lip between his teeth in a manner that showed he wasn’t happy.

“Get in.” He said as he yanked open his door. You obliged, pulling open the passenger door. You threw a glance over your shoulder. She was still standing there; you couldn’t help but sneer as you ducked into his car.

He was silent as he pulled out the parking lot, his hands holding the steering wheel tightly causing his knuckles to turn white. You leaned forward and looked at the side of his face, you stared, because he wasn’t even turning on the radio.

“Uh, you're being weird.” He said as you tilted your head more and moved closer to his side.

“Am I?” You asked, he furrowed his eyebrows and pushed you back taking one hand off the wheel.

“Tell me about it.” You said settling back into your seat, “Just say what’s bothering you it’ll help and I swear I won’t judge you.”

He stayed silent and you sighed.

“It can’t be worse than not knowing how to make a girl cum.” You joked. He scoffed as he glanced over at you again his face fighting a smile.

“You know that’s not true.” He replied.

“So, tell me.” You insisted again, “I mean I do know that she cheated on you.” You added bluntly. His barely-there smile disappearing again pushing him back into his silence.

“She doesn’t deserve this much from you, you know that?” you said as he pulled into his driveway. “This much energy, and time.” He parked the car, but he didn’t move, both of you stayed in your seats not even unbuckling your seat belts.

“She didn’t apologize, not once.” He was looking down at his hands. “Everyone tells me that she doesn’t deserve my time. She once told me that I didn’t deserve this, but you get what you deserve right? People always say that, what the fuck did I ever do to deserve this?” You shook your head as he spoke. Unbuckling your seat belt, you reached for him. Letting your hands guide his head so that he was looking at you, his eyes were watery and red filled with angry unshed tears.

“The world does not give you what you deserve Doyoung, the world is unfair, and people are cruel. You did not deserve to be cheated on.” He stared at you, his hands shaking. He blinked his eyes forcing the moisture away before he moved, grabbing your chin and pulling your lips to his. You let him, getting caught up in the way his lips moved against yours, he stole your air. Greedily moving his hands to your hair and you let yours slip to his shirt, holding him close to you.

He pulled away; his breathing uneven as he looked at you again.

“Why are you here?” He asked, and you smiled at him.

“Because babe, contrary to my jokes you can make a girl cum.”

---

Doyoung enjoyed your company, he liked your weird bluntness, your lack of fear of the world but most of all he liked the sex. He liked that you looked at him like you wanted to eat him. He like that he didn’t feel lonely around you. He just liked you.

“So we're basically friends with benefits then huh?” You asked pulling him out of his thoughts. He looked over at you, taking in the fact that you were still naked on his bed even though you two had fucked over an hour ago.

“I mean because like if we are I just wanna know if we're the kind that don’t fuck other people or if we’re the kind that do.” He was perplexed by your rambling not expecting you to say this, and he wasn’t sure how to respond not that he got the chance because you continued.

“I mean I’m not the type to sleep with more than one person like that, not that there’s anything wrong with people who do, I just would like to know if you’re, like you know, sleeping with people other than me that’s all.”

He smiled at you as your cheeks turned a dark shade of red as you let words pour out of your mouth.

“I’m not sleeping with anyone else.” He said cutting you off. You bit your lip, trying to hide the painfully obvious smile that was stretching across your face. Doyoung’s own smile only grew as he got up from his desk chair and moved to his bed climbing on top of you. He pressed his lips against yours lightly.

“Want to go out somewhere today?” he asked looking down at you.

“Like where?”

---

“An indoor theme park?” You asked your eyes widening as you took in the rides and attractions. “You know in the month that I’ve known you Kim Doyoung, I did not take you for the theme park type.” He smiled at you as you continued to look around your hand reaching for his the more excited you got.

“Come we have to start with this.” You said and began to pull him in the direction of the roller coaster. “No, wait,” You paused and pulled him in the other direction, “That’s gotta be last.” Doyoung laughed behind you letting you pull him.

“Doyoung!” You exclaimed in amusement stopping in your tracks as you got excited again. “Look how big that bear is.” Your eyes moved to Doyoung’s face a huge smile taking over your facial expression. He looked down at you, his eyebrow cocked up as he looked down at you.

“What?” You asked, getting slightly self-conscious as he looked at you.

“I haven’t said a single word, yet you know that?” He teased leaning towards you. You rolled your eyes and pushed at his chest.

“Get me the bear, Kim.”

He didn’t get you the bear, turned out Doyoung sucked at these kinds of games because he tried five times and each time won nothing. You had to drag him away from the stall because if you didn’t, he would have stayed there the entire time. Hours passed as you went on ride after ride and played a couple more games where you did win a small bear, you’d passed it to Doyoung with a teasing remark that had him glaring at you.

Exhausted you settled into the bench as you waited for Doyoung to come back with something to eat. You smiled at him when he looked over at you as he stood in the line for mini donuts, he winked back at you. A warm feeling settled into your stomach, you didn’t have time to think about it though as your phone began to ring.

“Hello, brother.” You said happily.

“Mom and dad called,” he said getting straight to the point, “They instructed that we have to go back for a dinner.” Your heart rate picked up as you processed what your brother had just said to you. You were beginning to feel warm as anger bubbled up inside you.

“After they kicked us out?” You asked. Your anger coming out in your tone. Winwin didn’t respond. “Fuck them I’m not going.”

“We have to Y/N, you know we have to.” He said and you hung up on him. Fuck them all. Who did they think they were? Winwin called again and you ignored the call turning your phone off. You didn’t want to deal with this right now. First, they kick you and your brother out over a business deal and now, now they were threatening money. You knew that you and your brother didn’t have incomes you knew that at the end of the day you still needed them. But you hated it.

You tucked your phone away, looking up at Doyoung as he walked over to you and sat down, you took a mini donut shoving it into your mouth, your mouth burning with how hot it was. You swore as you opened your mouth and took in air to cool it down. Doyoung laughed at you, and just like that the anger from earlier dissipated and the warm feeling you had from before came back. You watched Doyoung as you chewed and he laughed at you, you couldn’t get enough of his laugh. He laughed around you a lot, and to be honest, you lived for it.

“You’re so dumb.” He said still calming down from his laughing fit. His hand reached out rubbing at the corner of your mouth, wiping away sugar, and you swore your stomach felt like you were on the rollercoaster all over again.

---

His hands were everywhere, grabbing at everything. Loud breaths filled your ears as he panted around you, your heart was beating a mile a minute in the worst kind of way. You opened your mouth to scream but you couldn’t as he pushed his tongue down your mouth. You couldn’t push him away he was everywhere.

You woke up with a startle, your body drenched in a cold sweat. You shivered as your mind went into overdrive, your pulse drumming loudly as you turned over in your bed. You took in large breaths to try and calm yourself, to distract yourself from the memory. But every time you closed your eyes that night would come back.

“No.” You said as Dae swarmed you, backing you into a corner. He was drunk insanely drunk, you pushed at his chest as his hands began to wander up to your thigh.

He shushed you, his mouth coming down to yours. You shoved at him again turning your head to the side.

“Why are you being this difficult?” he asked, his hand shooting out and grabbing your wrists. Your mind went blank as his mouth pushed back against yours his tongue pushing into your mouth. His knee came up between your legs. You screamed, and before you knew it, he was ripped off you. Your brother over him, fists were flying everywhere but you couldn’t hear anything over your own hysteria. Your hands were shaking as you pushed out the room and out the house, gasping for air as you tried to calm your breathing.

More hands were around you, pulling you towards them but you pushed them away.

“Hey, hey.” It was Winwin, “I’m here. Let’s go home.” He said. You looked at him, your vision blurry. His lip was cut and from the way, his cheekbone was swelling you knew it would bruise tomorrow.

You cried harder.

You opened your eyes again, reaching for your phone. You thought that was gonna be the worst day of your life, but the next day was worse.

Hitting the call button, you held the phone up to your ear.

“Hello?” His voice was groggy, you realized that you’d woken him.

“Doyoung.” You said quietly, “Can you come get me?”

---

You weren’t shocked when he came, but that shocked you. The fact that you weren’t shocked. You could tell he was tired when he pulled up to your building.

“Sorry,” You said as you got into the car. He shook his head slightly shivering as he looked over at you.

“Are you okay?” You looked at your hands. You knew you could tell him, you knew you trusted him. You also knew that if you said you didn’t want to talk about it he’d just take you to his house and you’d sleep, but you needed to talk about it. You wanted to tell him.

“My parents called my brother today.” You started, “They want us to go see them for dinner.” You looked over at Doyoung taking in his reaction, he looked confused, but he didn’t say anything he just listened and waited for you to continue.

“My parents are complicated,” You continued, “they, well they kicked Winwin and I out at the end of the last school year…”

Your father was furious the next morning, you’d never seen him this mad. Your hands were trembling in your lap as you listened to him yell at your brother. Your anger rising.

“My deal fell through because you can’t keep your anger in check!” Your brother stayed silent as well, “Do you understand how much money we just lost, we’re all over the news our family name is ruined. They’re calling you a thug, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“He was coming on to me.” You finally said having enough, “H-he was trying to do things when I was saying no!” You yelled getting up. Your father turned his glare towards you. His eyes didn’t soften the way you expected them to.

“He’s your boyfriend, isn’t he?” He asked his voice cold. Shock ran through your body at your fathers’ words. A business deal really meant more to him? You looked up at your mother who looked away from you. You blinked back tears as the rage in you rose again, you looked over at your brother who looked equally as shocked. His anger on his face.

“You two need to get out of my house. I have to show the world that I don’t support your stupid behaviour and there will be consequences. You both are going to a different school and I will send you a fixed fund and pay for your tuition, but you will not stay at my house. I do not want to see your faces.”

Doyoung listened intently as you told him everything, your hands fisting into your sweats as your anger rose inside you as you spoke. You couldn’t look at him though, you looked out the window.

“And now you have to go see him because if you don’t, he threatens to not pay for anything?” Doyoung asked. You nodded still not looking at him. His hand reached out and grabbed your arm, but you flinched. His hand instantly shot away from you.

“Baby, look at me.” He said keeping his hands to himself. You slowly turned your head to him; his face was angry. “That motherfucker that did that to you can rot in hell and your dad’s a greedy bastard. I’d say fuck it and don’t go but I understand why you have to.” He hesitantly reached for you again, this time you leaned into his reach taking his hand and pulling him towards you. “I – I can go with you if that would make you feel better.” He said.

You’d done a lot of things to help you get over the incident, one of those things was trying to find a guy at the bar and fuck him, to prove to yourself that you had control over your own body that what happened with Dae, and your dad did not need to take over your whole life. That you did what you wanted, and you had control over what you wanted, you didn’t regret it either because somehow it got you to him. You pressed your lips to his kissing him slowly. You didn’t understand what you felt for him, but you knew that there was something because when you were around him you felt warm and safe, and free.

---

You didn’t take Doyoung with you, but he told you that he’d have his phone on the entire time and that you could call him whenever. Getting out of your brothers’ car you both looked up at the huge house that you both use to call home.

“I fucking hate him.” You mumbled to yourself and you both made your way up the few steps to the front door. Winwin pressed the doorbell and you both waited only a few seconds before your mother pulled the door open for you two.

“Hello,” She said a tight smile on her face. “Please behave today, your father has put a lot of effort into making sure this day would come to be.” You were confused, you looked over at Winwin who mirrored your reaction. Effort into getting the two of you here?

Your confusion vanished when you followed your mother into the sitting from and saw him. He sat there with a smirk, his body relaxed as he leaned back in a high back chair. His father sitting on a couch beside his mother. You looked around the room for your father, he was already looking at you with a fake smile on his face.

“Welcome home kids.”

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You followed your father into his office, Winwin at your heels, he’d ushered the two of you to follow him as a deafening silence filled the sitting room for ten minutes as you all stared at each other. Your hands were sweating so much that you had to wipe them on your dress every few minutes. You were glad the dress was black.

Your mother had finally ended the silence by announcing that the dinner was ready. Your father had ushered you after him the moment everyone had gotten up.

As Winwin closed the door of the office you glared at your father.

“What is th-”

He cut you off, “You will apologize to them after dinner, both of you. They agreed that the deal could be back on if you apologize.” You both balked at him. He didn’t allow either of you to speak before ushering you out of the room again. Both of you were too shocked to move still processing what your father had just said to you. When neither of you moved, he did, swinging open the door and walking out. You stared at your brother as he glared at the spot his father was standing in.

“Fuck that.” He said and stormed after your father, you scrambled after him.

“I don’t know what you thought was going to happen at this dinner, but the last thing we’re going to do is apologize to that fucking rat,” Winwin said stopping at the head of the long table as your father turned around and glared at him. The room was silent everyone staring at Winwin with wide eyes, even you were shocked.

“And your inheritance? Your funds? Don’t forget your place kid. You will apologize.” Your father replied calmly. Your brother was fuming, taking a step forward until he was standing right in front of your father.

“Fuck you and fuck your money.”

Your father snorted.

“How do you think your gonna afford your life boy?”

“We’ll figure it out, we don’t need you.” You finally said taking your brother's hand and pulling him with you. You both left the large dining room, taking hurried steps towards the front door, both itching to be out the house. You pushed the front door open and walked out.

“Go to the car,” Winwin said unlocking his car for you, “I have to grab something.” You nodded not questioning him and made your way to the car.

You opened the door and got in, but someone caught the door as you pulled it. Dae leaned down into your space grabbing your face in his hand. His mouth a fraction away from yours, your nose was assaulted with the strong cologne he overused.

“You think that you won?” he asked, “You didn’t, now you’re a broke bitch with nothing to your name. You’re a nobody.” You shoved him off of you kicking his shin as you did. He swore and let go of you backing up. He chuckled. “I heard about your new toy. I heard you suck his dick like a real whore would. So, it’s just me huh? It’s only a little bit before he gets bored of you. You aren’t enough and you never will be.”

He slammed the door shut as Winwin bound out the house. You watched your brother as anger took over his features again as saw Dae

“See you on the ice motherfucker,” Dae said slamming into Winwin's shoulder as he passed him.

“What did he say to you?” Winwin asked as he got into the car. You shook your head and looked away from him.

“Let’s just go.”

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Three days and Doyoung hadn’t heard from you he’d called and texted only to be ignored. His head was spinning, he was feeling crazy. You weren’t his girlfriend, but he was losing it. His head ached as he stared at your contact. He felt lonely again his mind drifting to every place it shouldn’t go, every insecurity he’d developed lapping at him as he sat at the kitchen table. What happened? Did he do something wrong? Was it a mistake to tell you that he’d go with you? You hadn’t taken him after all, you hadn’t called him after and when he had called you, you’d ignored him. That awful feeling of abandonment hit him hard, his heart hurt and he couldn’t explain why.

He got up stalking over to the cabinet and pulling out Jaehyun’s alcohol again. He didn’t need a shot glass he just opened the bottle and took a swing, the liquor burned as it made its way down his throat. He didn’t give himself time to think before he drank more.

He wasn’t going to go see you, one because he couldn’t do that to himself this time not again, he couldn’t beg like he had with his ex. He also realized that he didn’t have a single clue where your dorm was. That realization also hurt because he’d let you into his life every inch of it, and the moment he found out something dark about you, you shut him out. He closed his eyes as he took another swing, no rational thought entering his mind as he did so.

“Why do they ruin all my good places?” He muttered to himself as he grabbed his keys from the key holder, stumbling towards the door.

“Hey what the fuck, Doyoung are you drunk?” Ten’s voice caught his attention as he opened the front door, cold hair hitting him as he did.

“I mean I don’t know.” He replied, his words kind of slurring. Ten furrowed his eyes brows at him rushing to him as he did.

“Were you going to drive?” He asked.

“I mean maybe. I don’t know.” He replied.

Ten narrowed his eyes at him and took his keys. Doyoung rolled his eyes and glared down at the boy.

“Well fine then you gotta drive me, okay?” he said and grabbed Ten's arm pulling him out the house towards his car.

“Why are you drunk on a Wednesday Doyoung, I thought you stopped this.” Ten said, Doyoung could sense the judgement in his friends’ words. But he’d expected it. His vision blurred as he leaned back into his seat, his head spinning from the alcohol. He closed his eyes and laughed.

“Ten my man, it’s because I’m a fucking loser and everyone leaves me.” His head fell to the side as Ten started the car.

“Take me to the indoor theme park.” He said and then laughed, “because I’m a sucker for a bad time.”

A couple of minutes later Ten was parked in the parking lot, but the theme park was closed. Doyoung just nodded his head as Ten told him leaning his head into the window.

“Did you really like her?” Ten asked, his voice soft. Doyoung shrugged.

“Not that it matters now.” But he did, the answer was yes. He liked you around him, he liked your laugh, your smile, the ease you gave him. He liked that you spoke too much practically all the time and never really thought about what you were about to say. He liked how you made him feel, he liked that you didn’t make him want to drink. He liked you.

Ten frowned, staring at Doyoung.

“I’m not back to drinking like before,” Doyoung said quietly, he wasn’t able to look at Ten. “I just – I’m not back to drinking okay?”

“Okay.”

“Give me a couple of minutes and then we can go.” Ten nodded at Doyoung’s words and turned up the music.

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Doyoung was pissed, it had been a week and honestly, he didn’t give a fuck anymore, or at least he liked to tell himself that. He kept his word and didn’t drink, but that just meant that he was always angry, especially angry whenever he looked at Winwin.

“We’re playing against your old school huh?” Doyoung heard Jaehyun ask Winwin. The other boy only nodded as he got into his gear. Doyoung ground his teeth and continued to get dressed. He wanted to be out on the ice bad, his blood was pumping, he needed to let the anger out one way or another.

Halfway through the game, Doyoung was drenched in sweat, but his anger was coming down as he let himself be taken away by the sport. Adrenaline pumped through him as the whistle blew starting the third period. The other team got possession and Doyoung focused on defence. He kept his mind blank as he played only thinking about the game, Jungwoo checked the player with the puck, the puck going astray. Doyoung took his opening and claimed the puck, skating as he looked around for an open teammate to pass to. Seeing Winwin open he sent the puck down the ice in the same second he was slammed into the plexiglass. His ribs ached from the hit he slipped onto the ice and looked up at the guy who’d hit him, for some reason he was hovering over him still.

“How are my sloppy seconds?” He asked, “The prude give you blue balls yet?” Doyoung’s head spun as he slowly got up, he was used to hits so his usual recovery time wasn’t this slow but, then again, he never was hit this hard. “But then again I heard that she sucks your dick like a prostitute.” But he wasn’t slow to understand what this fuck was saying. Taking his gloves off as he got up, Doyoung swung at the other man. His hands shoving him hard in the chest, before skating after him and grabbing his jersey. Doyoung didn’t think he just began to punch him, he was shoved back his helmet coming off as the other boy took his own helmet off.

“Fuck you.” Doyoung spat, as the boy charged him, he got one good hit in. Straight to Doyoung’s jaw, before the refs were on them. Winwin was in front of him in seconds grabbing him from the ref.

“Relax.” The younger boy said as the ref ejected both Doyoung and the other guy.

“Let me go.” He said and shook Winwin off of him as he skated off the ice and went straight to the change room.

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He was under the spray of the shower when you walked into the locker room. The steam was filling the locker room, making the air hot as you quietly walked in his direction. He saw you before you spoke his eyes darkening as you leaned against the wall.

“Doyoung.” You said his name softly, earning a glare from him. You deserved it; you’d let Dae’s words get to you. But now looking at him, taking the way he winced under the hot water the darkening bruise on his ribcage, the cut on his lip. You frowned.

Dae was wrong. You looked at Doyoung, you knew whatever happened on the ice was because of you, and he’d done that even when you’d ignored him.

“I’m sorry,” you said and took a step towards him.

“For what? Ignoring me? Or fucking with my head?” You didn’t reply just walked towards him, slowly getting under the water and letting your hands trace over his ribcage, your fingers skimming over the growing bruise.

“For everything.” You said, letting your hand move up to his wet hair. The water soaked into your clothes as you pulled him into you, he let you. His arms looping around your waist. You looked up at him watching his face soften as he took you in.

“Why’d you ignore me?” he asked. His breath fanning across your face.

“Someone told me I wasn’t enough for you and I believed them.” Doyoung’s hands tightened, you closed your eyes and pressed your forehead against his. “I let my head get carried away with every insecurity I’ve ever had.”

“I’m glad you came to your senses.” He said, his hand moving your shirt up so that his fingers could trace your skin. He pressed his lips to yours kissing you slowly as he moved your wet shirt up your torso.

“Don’t ignore me next time.” He said moving his lips to your jaw, “Come talk to me instead.” You nodded and pulled out of his hold. Pushing him to the wall you ripped your shirt off over your head and quickly took off your pants.

“Promise.” You said, “but we don’t have that long until the game ends.” looking up at him through hooded eyes, you pressed yourself against him again, you kissed his jaw, before moving down to his collar bone, taking the skin onto your mouth you gently bit it before running your tongue over it as he hissed. You kissed down his chest to the side of his ribcage pressing hot kisses down his wet skin. Until you got to his erection, he was hard and ready for you. You squatted down taking him in your hand as you looked up at him, he looked at you through half-lidded eyes as you slowly moved your hand up and down his length before pressing a soft kiss to the head. He groaned before letting his head fall back as he tangled his hand into your wet hair.

“Babe,” He moaned as you took this tip into your mouth swirling your tongue around before moving him further into your mouth. Your hand working the rest of his cock as you continued to slowly move down on him.

You stopped when Doyoung removed his hand from your hair and grabbed your wrist, you looked up at him again. His chest was heaving, and he looked at you like he was ready to devour you.

“I love it when you give me head, but we really don’t have time for that.” He said moving himself out of your mouth. He pulled you up to him, his mouth joining yours again and his fingers trailed to your core.

“So wet.” He said dragging a finger through your fold. Pulling his hand away from you he turned you around before turning around himself, your front against the cold wall, you moaned at the contrast.

“Don’t take too long.” He said and lined himself up at your entrance. You moaned when he sank in his hands grabbing roughly at your ass before he started to thrust into you. You arched your back as you clenched around him, his cock twitching in you.

“You’re so tight.” He moaned, his hand grabbing at your shoulder as his thrusts became harsher. You heard the buzzer of the game, indicating that the game was over. Your moans grew louder as the idea of the entire hockey team rushing in hit you.

“Fuck,” Doyoung groaned his thrusts growing harsher, as you neared your climax. “You gotta cum now, pretty girl.” He said his arm winding around you so that his fingers could rub your clit. The added pressure pushed you along until your orgasm smashed into you. You moaned loudly as Doyoung continued to thrust into you, your muscles twitching around him pushing him to his climax.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” He panicked as he pulled out of you, using his hand to reach his orgasm. “We forgot a condom.” You turned around pushing his hand away and working him with your own until he came. You pushed your lips against him, both of you breathing erratically as you kissed.

“What am I going to wear to get out.” You asked him pulling away from him. You both looked at your wet clothes.

“I have an extra hoodie here, and I can look in Ten’s cubby he’s probably got sweats that will fit you.”

He didn’t finish his sentence as the boys crashed into the locker room. Your eyes widened mirroring Doyoung’s. He quickly yanked you pulling you towards the line of toilet stalls. He shoved you in as the boys barked at each other not noticing the two of you yet.

“Sorry stay here.” He said shoving his towel at your chest.

“Dude why are you walking around naked?” You heard Mark ask as you wrapped the towel around yourself.

“Because I can.” You hear Doyoung mumble back, his tone irritated.

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“You guys take forever in the change room.” You complained as Doyoung walked with you to the dorms.

“My coach would have killed us.” He stated as he pulled you into him. “I’m sorry though that’s the only thing I could think of.”

“Whatever it’s okay.”

“So, I finally get to go up to your dorm huh?” He asked, and you nodded.

“I would have brought you sooner, but I have a roommate who never leaves our room. I love her but damn is she anti-social. Getting her to that start of the year party was hard.” You explained as the two of you climbed the stairs. Doyoung looked at your ass as you walked up in front of him. It was hard not to. He was glad to hear that the reason for not seeing your dorm was because of something simple and not what he’d actually made it into in his head. You rounded out the stairwell pushing the door open into the hall of your floor. Doyoung froze as he realized what floor you lived on. A floor he’d been to many, many times last semester.

“Doyoung?” He heard her voice before he saw, and dread set into him again. He snapped his head towards her direction as your hand slipped into his. His ex was staring at him, her eyes slightly wide as she took in his profile. The cut lip, the slightly swelling jaw. He frowned at her.

“What?” He asked his voice cold.

“Uh, what happened to you?” She asked.

“None of your business.” He replied. She nodded. He watched her as she swallowed and hesitated again. He tightened his hand around yours again.

“Uh yeah. D-do you think I could talk to you in private for a second?” she asked glancing over at you.

“Whatever you have to say you can say in front of Y/N.”

“Yeah, okay sure, you know I – I realized I never apologized to you.” She finally said. Doyoung was shocked, he was silent for a few seconds. He wasn’t sure if he heard that right. He was only snapped out of his daze when you tugged on his hand lightly taking his attention from his ex to you. You looked up at him with a soft expression on your face, you looked so wholly his. The way you were looking at him his heart clenched as he looked back at his ex. Somewhere along the way, he realized that he didn’t care about his ex anymore, he didn’t miss her or want her back. He was hurt sure but that was fading too. He knew he wanted to hear this and here it was, and it felt like he was being freed.

“I forgive you.” She nodded her eyes filling with water. Doyoung turned away from her taking you into his arms.

“Now show me where your room is baby.” He said smiling down at you. You smiled up at him and nodded pulling him with you towards your room.

“It’s nothing special.” You said as you pushed the room door open. He didn’t look around as he closed the door behind him. Just pushed you onto your bed, kissing you.

He wasn’t gonna let you get away from him.

Not that you were planning on going anywhere.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading this, I really hope you guy enjoyed it! Please let me know what you guys thought, any opinions or comments you have on the story are very much welcome I love to hear from you guys so please don’t hesitate to let me know what you think. Additionally if you have any constructive criticism don’t be afraid to let me know, I always want to get better so its welcome and appreciated.

The next part to this AU will be Winwin so please look forward to that! and once again thank your for reading I really hope you liked it!

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acerace · 3 years

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Transcript of The Clash of the Great Stags

Spoilers for Scott’s episode 13 of Empires!

Idk about yall, but I needed to see that lore drop written down, so I transcribed it all and it’s here below the cut for all your referencing needs! It’s cut for length since it’s 783 words lmao. Heads up that the spelling for Exor and Conel may be off as idk how Scott spelled them

“Millennia ago, the ancient races of this world lived in peace. That was, until the Corruption spread, taking over the kingdoms it infected, wiping out entire civilizations, leaving nothing but ruin and destruction in its wake. Until the great gods of the land came together to banish the Corruption, thus ending the darkness and saving the people who followed them. But in doing so, they expended almost all of their power, forcing them to fall into deep slumbers. All except two: Aeor and Exor, the Great Stags. For years they ruled together, keeping peace and harmony, but Exor grew jealous of his brother’s notoriety. As more people started to follow in his ways, the more jealous Exor became. As the two grew apart, their followers did too, tearing apart communities that once lived together. Aeor and his followers believed in peace, equality, and preserving life, while Exor believed that not all were equal and shouldn’t be treated as such. His followers often held horrible sacrifices of the weaker people in their kingdoms before eventually being driven out by the followers of Aeor. Banished from their lands, Exor and his followers set out into the world, conquering towns and cities. Burdened by the actions of his brother, Aeor set out to put a stop to the terror Exor was causing. Gathering almost all the strength he had left, he engaged in an intense battle with Exor. Fighting raged for days between the two gods, seriously injuring both. After a grueling battle, Aeor eventually overpowered Exor, and, using the last of his power, imprisoned him and his followers deep within the mountain, never to hurt anyone again. Or so Aeor thought.

Many years later and the gods of old were nothing more than stories parents told their kids at night. Like most things, time forgets. A couple of elves played in the outskirts of their kingdom before they stumbled across some old statues and ruins deep in the caves. Alinar remembered the stories their father told them of the past, about the evil stag spirit Exor, and how he was banished deep within the mountains by the mighty Aeor, and tried to convince his brother Conel to leave, but Conel, being the more rebellious sibling, refused to listen, and dove deeper into the caves. A great power seemed to be drawing him in, with a voice offering him great power and wealth if he helped free him. Years passed and Conel frequently visited the ruins, much to the protest of Alinar. As time went on, the two brothers drifted apart. Conel became more violent, reclusive, and resentful, spending weeks deep in the caves. Alinar eventually joined the High Council of his kingdom. The townsfolk no longer felt safe with Conel and his actions, banishing him from the lands. As the years passed, stories of a demon possessed being that matched Conel’s description flooded the city. People began going missing at an alarming rate. Eventually, through much sorrow, Alinar knew what he must do, and set out one night to find his brother and stop him once and for all. After making his way down the caves, he found his brother, surrounded by the remains of the missing people and strange symbols on the walls and the floor. Alinar no longer could see his brother, but just the monster that he had become. Large demonic horns grew from his skull, dripping in corrupted energy. Seeing how his brother had been corrupted, Alinar called out to the mighty Aeor to seek help in banishing the corrupted version of his brother. Battle once again broke out between two brothers, this time both champions of the Great Stags. After hours, Alinar, with the power of Aeor, once again defeated his brother. Knowing he couldn’t just banish him underground again, Aeor channeled his power through Alinar and, together, they opened a portal to another land, forcing Conel and Exor into the unknown, never to be seen again. His sadness began to overwhelm Alinar, and offering some comfort, Aeor used the remains of his power to wipe the memories of everyone in the land. No one would remember the evil caused by his brother Exor, or by his champion Conel.

Life continued, and Alinar set out to explore the world and meet new people and places. Upon reaching the end of his life, his soul, now bonded with the great stag spirit of Aeor, would pass onto a new host. The prophecy says when the world needs them, Alinar’s new being would be reminded of his past life, and set forth to stop the corruption, plunging the world into an eternal winter if Exor and his newest champion were not defeated.”

#empires smp #empires spoilers #smajor1995 #my posts #I missed so much of this on the first listen omg #like the horns?? hello??

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lokifantasies · 3 years

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Missing (Loki/Jade/Reader)

Jade runs away, you and Loki panic, and she immediately misses her home.

Warning: attempted sexual assault scene.

Read the first part here!

Read the Mischievous Life series here!

"She's not here," Loki voice, filled with fear, calls out from Jade's bedroom. You immediately stand up from the couch and follow your lover out the front door to see what the two of you can find. "Jade!" Loki yells, his voice panicking.

"Jade!" you call out after Loki's loud voice.

The two of you are only met with the silence of winter air and the sound of snow crunching under your feet.

"Where the hell did she go?!" you try to figure out.

Loki scoffs. "She ran away."

"I'm calling the cops," you announce, quickly running back inside for your phone while Loki continues to scour the neighborhood.

Half an hour later, blue and red lights illuminate the streets as the police search every road in the neighborhood for the missing teenager – calling her name over and over through the loudspeakers and approaching neighbors' doors to ask if they know where the teenager is.

"Loki," you cry into the god's chest. "Where did she go?"

The God of Mischief gently rubs your back in an attempt to keep you calm. "I've no clue, my love," he says softly – his own terror starting to overwhelm him. "We'll find her."

As you stand with Loki, an officer slowly approaches the two of you – being cautious when he realizes that he's going to have to deal with the god that tried to take over New York years ago.

"Excuse me," the officer politely approaches you and Loki.

You desperately turn to the uniformed officer. "Where is she?! Did you find her?!" Loki places a hand on your shoulder and gives you a slight squeeze.

"No, ma'am," the officer solemnly admits. "We're looking all over the city."

"She can't be that far," Loki scoffs as you turn back around and hold him tightly.

The officer gives the two of you a quick smile. "We're doing everything we can possibly do. When we find her, you'll be contacted."

"What're we supposed to do?" you ask – desperation in your voice.

The cop takes a deep breath in – knowing that you aren't going to like his suggestion. "Stay home."

You scoff and cock your head at the officer. "I'm sorry...what?"

"If she comes home, she needs to know that she won't be alone," he explains.

"He's right," Loki backs up the police officer. "We'll stay here, and if she comes home by herself, we'll call."

The officer gives Loki a nod and shakes his hand. "Sounds good...and if we find her, you'll be contacted, and she'll be brought back home."

Finally, you understand the logic behind the actions and nod your head. "Thank you."

You turn away from the police officer and Loki to go back inside the house – trying to keep your tears under control.

"Here's my card," the officer offers to Loki, who immediately accepts. "Keep calling around – call her friends, boyfriend, girlfriend, whatever...we'll find her, sir."

Jade's anger had taken over her – driving her away from the home she shares with you and Loki. Rather than admit she was wrong, she would rather tough it out on the streets of New York City – alone and cold. She knew there was no way they would even notice her being gone – they'd probably be relieved that she's out of their hair. As Jade walks down a sidewalk through a rough part of town, she feels her arm be grabbed and roughly yanked – forcing her down an alleyway. When she looks up, her eyes meet the crazy ones of some older man, and when she tries to get away and push him off, he only laughs and pins her closer to the brick wall, but when Jade spits in his face, she's met with a fist to her face.

"Was a purty lil thing like you doin' out here?" the man, clearly drunk, asks the teen as she tries to get her jaw to stop hurting.

"Kidnapping and murdering old creeps," Jade spits, refusing to show her fear.

The man didn't entertain her attitude, and he wobbly spread her knees apart with his own, and Jade's tough façade quickly disappeared when she felt his hands go to her jeans – unbuttoning the single button with a perverted grin on his face.

"Be a good girl, and I won' be long." The man's filthy, smelly hands roughly rub Jade's cheeks, and he moans at the sight of her tears. "Have you taken a big 'un before?"

"Is that really any of your business?" a heavenly voice calls out from a few feet away.

The man laughs and turns to whoever has interrupted his fun. "Come on, man," he sighs, "you can have your fun when I's done."

"I don't think you understand," the voice calls out again. "You're going to let go of my niece before I take you to her father."

Finally, the man lets Jade go, and Thor quickly catches her before she falls to the ground.

"Uncle Thor," she cries in his arms. "Please, I wanna go home...Please take me home...I want my dad."

Thor picks her up and carries her back towards the road. "It's okay, JJ," Thor soothes the terrified teenager. "We're going home."

When Thor finally gets the traumatized fourteen-year-old back home, you and Loki come running out of the house, and Jade immediately runs into your and Loki's arms.

"Oh my God," you breathe out, taking in the scent of your little girl. "Jade...,"

Jade cries uncontrollably, and Loki shoots his brother a nod. "I'm so sorry," she sobs. "I'll never do that again...I'm so sorry."

"You're okay," Loki calms her as he rubs her back. "You're home...you're home...you're safe now."

Loki pulls Jade closer to his chest and rests his cheek on the top of her head – looking to you with teary eyes. While Thor was bringing Jade back, he had called and told you and Loki what he had stumbled upon – making sure the two of you knew that Jade would be in an extremely vulnerable and shaken state. Thor completely expected Loki to hunt down the piece of trash that attempted to assault his daughter and murder him slowly; however, he couldn't help but beam with pride when the only words that came from his little brother's mouth were words of concern and relief, and instead of making it his mission to hunt down the rat, Loki was more concerned with having his little girl in his arms again – everything else would have to come second. Thor offers to take the twins and your son for the weekend – giving the two of you time to get Jade settled back down, but the last thing you and Loki want is to have any more of your children out of your sight, so Loki asks his brother to stay on the couch to help to tend to the younger ones. Happily, the God of Thunder agrees and makes himself at home once the three of you go back inside – Jade refusing to let go of her dad.

"Sissy!" Ivy squeals when she sees Jade come back into the house. Jade gives her a weak smile and clutches to Loki even more. "I colored this for you!"

Ivy hands a drawing over to Jade, and she carefully takes it. It's a drawing of Jade dressed as a princess with a sparkly pink dress and a tiara.

"Thank you, Ivy," Jade sniffs while looking at the photo. "I love it."

Emmy chuckles from the kitchen where they had been sitting. "I guess I was wrong, Ivy," she confesses and then turns to Jade. "I didn't think you would like it."

"Alright, enough," you intervene. "Uncle Thor is going to be staying for a couple of nights, so he's in charge, alright?"

"Dor," your two-year-old son giggles and points to his uncle.

Before you, Loki, and Jade head to a more private room, the two of you kiss the twins and son goodnight – making sure to tell them how much you love them and letting Thor know the important things to keep them under control. As the three of you head to your and Loki's bedroom, the house quiets down, and Jade throws herself on the bed – clutching a pillow to her face and screaming into it. With a wave of his hand, Loki has the three of you changed into comfortable sleep clothes, and the two of you quietly join your daughter on the bed – rubbing her back as she sobs and waiting for the other to say something.

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ugh-againwiththenames · 3 years

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So Many Fanfics So Little Time

This is just my list, I have seen so many (but if you want to use it it’s all yours too!). I’m not a writer. But I am a hell of a reader. Voracious one might argue. I just wanted to track my progress through the weeds of the absolutely never ending supply of Destiel and Cockles fanfic.

Read on if you want to see what I’ve read, and what I’ve thought. I am but one person with opinions - some of them may be unpopular - some of them you might agree with, but if you find something you haven’t read here, I encourage you to do so.

Honestly, this is just so I can track what I have read already, and when my friends ask, I can reference something easily. I have found some different fics on all kinds of ‘best of’ lists all over the interwebs. And I love recs - so rec away friends.

As someone who reads a solid 40 novels a year typically, I don’t come by the “I read a lot” innocently. I do actually read a LOT. When not reading fanfic (a new obsession, all things being fair), I usually read a lot of Fantasy/high fantasy, romance/erotica, and or YA (yeah, that was a bit of a ride no?). So from this one might digress that I like fluffy, cute stories, complicated and supernatural/paranormal type stories, and I sure do not shy away from violence or smut (or maybe violence with smut? *smirk*).

I have read all of these in the last 2-3 months (I will continue to add as I go). I had never read a fanfic until 2-3 months ago. A lot of these wonderful people are on here, and I mean you no offence by not directly tagging you - I’m still learning how to actually properly use this site. Links to AO3 are included (and I love you all).

These aren’t necessarily in any real order - I did read T&S first, followed by 91W, and 4LW...after that it’s just a shit show of Long or Short, Destiel or Cockles - smorgasbord. Some of these are the most popular Fics out there, and others I’ve never seen recc’d anywhere (just sort of accidentally happened upon them). So let’s get to it, shall we?

Twist and Shout - ok look. I understand the stigma associated with this one, but it was the FIRST one I read. It was the ball that shot me down the hill, and I haven’t stopped since. So. I loved it. I CRIED like a baby. SOBBED. It was not the quality of the writing but the way the story was developed and delivered. I have Never Cried Like This Reading a Story IN MY LIFE. It’s a rite of passage. Read It and have an opinion - it doesn’t need to be mine.

Author(s): gabriel, standbyme https://archiveofourown.org/works/537876/chapters/955188

Ninety-One Whiskey - aka 91W, it is mentioned so much, and is SO worth the read. I continued my dive into the war fics (not typically my bag really and here I was reading 2 in a row). There are a couple of followup stories as well to this series (and yes, I’ve read them all). Although I’ll say that the original is my favourite. I often got lost in a bit of the War/Tactical descriptions, but would recommend it to anyone anyway. Ugh...the “stolen moments”...they were at the same time tragic and the most amazing things ever. You feel me? no? go read it.

Author: komodobits https://archiveofourown.org/works/2362190/chapters/5214500

Four Letter Word for Intercourse - aka 4LW. OMG just, OMG. I loved this story. I loved it so much. I think I read it in a day. Devoured it. It’s so HOT. Just read it. If you haven’t you’re missing out. LEMME AT IT. I loved “knowing the secret”, and had some major anxiety about that realization dawning (I had to take a breath, and be like, no, no, this is gonna be a mess, but it’s gonna be SO GOOD - I was not disappointed). There’s more than one work here too - read them all. PLEASE.

Author: bendingsignpost https://archiveofourown.org/works/16086839/chapters/37568591

Memories Bring Back Memories (Bring Back You) - This was the first Sobs one I read, but it sent me on a spree. this is the Memory Loss one. I have one piece of advice here - read everything by Sobsicles. You can thank me later...just go to her page, and fucking sort to supernatural (or not, read it all!) I’d list them but I’d fucking seriously be here all day. Also, her tags make me laugh so hard.

Author: sobsicles https://archiveofourown.org/works/24022945/chapters/57796885

Orpheus - I love this one too, Tattooed!Cas, my LOVE. paired with Mechanic!Dean, my HEART, #help. Read this one in one evening as well. (I was on a roll). It’s a one night stand that turns into more (much like my last relationship)....hmm...maybe this is why I was pulled in - although to be fair that is the last similarity to my shitty love life! I do not remember how I stumbled onto this one (tattooed Cas may have been the draw...tbh). Read the warnings though, there is some triggering stuff in this one - but if you can handle it, it’s definitely worth the read.

Author: sysrae https://archiveofourown.org/works/2364347/chapters/5220227

Have Love, Will Travel - Can you say no to Stripper!Dean? Cause I sure as hell cannot. Typical sort of character development here with Dean having trust issues, and Cas being painfully awkward...(but in like a super cute way?). Would Recommend.

Author: squeemonster https://archiveofourown.org/works/565455/chapters/1011747

The Inexhaustible Silence of Houses - Change of pace here...It’s got a nice twist. I didn’t actually clue into how it was going to end until very near the end (maybe I was being oblivious), when the realization came over me and I was...man. I was DONE IN. I hope that doesn’t spoil (I need some kind of way of remembering them). Voiceless!Cas Hunter!Dean

Author: Askance (doomcountry) https://archiveofourown.org/works/560268/chapters/1000755

Adagio - This is super short, and super cute. Honestly, I would read the whole thing just for the last line. It’ll take you less than an hour if I remember correctly. Go, I’ll wait. I squeeed. did you?

Author: noangelsinthegarrison https://archiveofourown.org/works/1397248/chapters/2928145

Any Little Heartache - super easy read (not in a bad way, but in a ‘you’ll fly through it’ way). It’s mid-length, not graphic, but really fun hospital AU. HeartSurgeon!Dean / Nurse!Cas - enemies to lovers anyone? Fuck you to Fuck me? yeah. YUM.

Author: followthattardis https://archiveofourown.org/works/5143376/chapters/11838311

Ad Astra - This is another short(ish) one, just one chapter. And by that I mean that this is written like a very long poem. Cas as a star who has visited Dean many times over the years of his life, that culminates in 4x01 barn scene. It’s ‘awe’ sad. ‘puppy dog eyes’ sad. The writing format took me a bit to understand what was happening - it’s my lack of poetry knowledge, not the writing.

Author: nhixxie https://archiveofourown.org/works/1013491

Ad Astra Per Aspera - This is a cute story. ESL writer, no judgement. I found this while looking for the one above, and thought the premise looked cute - and it was. Misunderstanding leading to Dean realizing he’s actually Bi. Miscommunication leading to realization.

Author: Riverchester https://archiveofourown.org/works/12354336/chapters/28101816

Psalm 40:2 - Time travel post-canon Cas and Pre-series Dean. If you’re wondering how that works, strap in for this ride, it’s well worth it.

Author: unicornpoe https://archiveofourown.org/works/30786425/chapters/75992444

Addicted to You - Warlock!Dean/Incubus!Cas - accidental ‘mating’ (I actually really don’t like that word, but there’s sort of no avoiding it in this situation). Cute story. When you drunk dial a succubus and get an incubus instead...Whatever will we do?

Author: Ltleflrt https://archiveofourown.org/works/4387346/chapters/9959288

A Glimpse Beyond - End Fix-it. Not yet complete, 10 chapters so far...I want MORE! Reliving memories Dean/Cas & Sam/Eileen.

Author: NorthernSparrow https://archiveofourown.org/works/27731689/chapters/67875925

Cas-ti-el - Please I want more...It’s like the story just started. Please write more of this story!! 1 chapter, it’s a trope prompt challenge, but I want it to be a full on story of its own. Imprinted names of their soul mates, Dean doesn’t understand his (because it’s in a different language)...I’m frustrated by wanting this story to keep going.

Author: Valinde (Valyria) https://archiveofourown.org/works/1941591

Our Bodies, Posessed by Light - another short one. Not going to lie, this one took a little getting used to, and I can’t say that I enjoyed it too much for the sole purpose that the premise gave me the willies. Cas has to vessel jump - ends up in Sam...I got through it, it had a good ending, but yeah, sorry. This just wasn’t for me.

Author: obstinatrix https://archiveofourown.org/works/260289

Peanut Butter Pumpkin Wedding Cake - Waiter!Dean / Writer!Cas - This is so effing cute, just misunderstanding after misunderstanding bumbling around like the couple of dorks that they are. It’s only one chapter. 100% would recommend.

Author: Sparseparsley https://archiveofourown.org/works/223962

Destiel, Actually - This is another super cute story, 5 chapters. Gabriel playing a singular role in putting Dean and Cas in awkward positions to push them together. I fucking DIED at “oh, I am the sub” - needs context, but I guarantee you that you’ll laugh out loud...

Author: Bexism https://archiveofourown.org/works/399934/chapters/658398

The Smell Before the Rain - This was my first A/B/O - a big apology to all those who are into mpreg and whatnot, this was my lesson that I am not. this was not for me. Also - I’m a firm Cas (Alpha/Dom) believer, and i’m good with switch Cas, but it’s hard for me to take him being the full Omega here, when paired with the rest I just couldn’t do it. I finished it, but, not my thing. I know now.

Author: jscribbles https://archiveofourown.org/works/22355230/chapters/53406127

Crazy Diamonds - This is another short one, only 3 chapters - it’s a body swap for Dean, 4x02 him and 2018 him swap places (assumption that 2018 him is “with” Cas). It’s a super cute little story.

Author: pantheon_of_discord https://archiveofourown.org/works/16151642/chapters/37738631

The Breath of All Things - Wheelchair!Dean / Volunteer!Cas. This is a lovely story, typical Dean self-hatred etc. Triggering for those with suicide warnings. It had me in tears at the end. There’s a really spectacular quote near the end that I found so romantic I screen grabbed it.

Author: KismetJeska https://archiveofourown.org/works/994750/chapters/1967519

Kind of a Forever Deal - SummerCamp!AU This is just a really cute and fluffy summer camp AU. Which is so different from 91W (That’s right, check the author)! I was a little disappointed with the ending, but otherwise really enjoyed this all the way through and was loving all the discovery and young characterizations of all the characters.

Author: komodobits https://archiveofourown.org/works/999291/chapters/1978478

Everytown, USA - Best way I can break this one down? Wanderer!Dean (listless and without a place in the world, he ends up in a small town...), Twin!Cas (that leads to some fun things). There are a number of points where you’re gonna yell at Dean for doing stupid shit (that are very much in character for him to do), you think, well, yes, obviously you’re going to do that you silly fucking boy [affectionate]; but whyyy? (but we know).

Author: aileenrose https://archiveofourown.org/works/1797559/chapters/3854836

Chalk and Chainmail - HighSchool!AU, Cas is an artist, Dean LARP’s - it’s cute and angsty.

Author: lemonsorbae https://archiveofourown.org/works/804704/chapters/1517551

A Little Patience - Ok. you want smut? This is your story. You want Kink? This is your story. I actually did not finish this. It got a little carried away in my opinion. It was VERY panty kink oriented (which, while essentially canon isn’t really my kink) so, if you want that Panty Kink on full display? Go forth and enjoy! it is thirty something chapters, I got to the mid-twenties I Think.

Author: riseofthefallenone https://archiveofourown.org/works/1750058/chapters/3739232

Control - I REALLY ENJOYED THIS. Which is saying a lot for someone who has already admitted that a Subby Cas isn’t really my HC - so to so thoroughly enjoy a Sub!Cas story? (maybe it’s the tattooes...*wink*). It’s an AU where Cas is the head of a company - Dean is a callboy I guess, for lack of a better term. Just read it.

Author: dothraki_shieldmaiden https://archiveofourown.org/works/31156601/chapters/76993217

More (I copy pasted the next lot from my google doc, I’ll flush them out later - no i wont...)

Teach Me (short) - movie night in the bunker, things get a little carried away Author: Chiyume https://archiveofourown.org/works/5961327

You Light the Spark (in my bonfire heart) (short) - when cas doesn't realize that dean is unaware of his feelings, super short, super cute Author: noangelsinthegarrison https://archiveofourown.org/works/1193910

Communication Breakdown (short/cockles) - dean ends up in Jensen's head while he films the confession scene, no sexual content Author: jujubiest https://archiveofourown.org/works/29669601/chapters/72951339

Look What You Made Me Do (short/cockles) - - Vegas Con 2020 / jensen comes out with a song - cute short - no sexual content Author: green_blue_heller https://archiveofourown.org/works/30251592 Full House (short/cockles) - reimagined version of the rented house story - putting it in order (so to speak). funny / cute / fluffy not explicit Author: n_nami https://archiveofourown.org/works/30855827

Cyber Sex (short/cockles) - anastiel https://archiveofourown.org/works/31467086 - shameless post GISH Fest zoom call porn - Short (very short)

It's Complicated (cockles) - gail_morgan https://archiveofourown.org/works/31434938/chapters/77747519 The GISHtake (short/cockles) - MellyCrazyCoconut https://archiveofourown.org/works/31508099 - cute short post GISH zoom - oops "babe, really?"

(10.02.2021 updated) Since last update: New reads - Fuck i’m gonna be here all day - there’s not gonna be as much gonna be NO detail in these breakdowns...sorry! This has now just become a “what i’ve read list” as opposed to a Rec list...

Love, All Alike (Pt. 1 Love, All Alike) - Phantoms_and_Foxgloves https://archiveofourown.org/works/4555599/chapters/10370646 - Though The Stars Walk Backward (pt 2 Love, All alike) - Phantoms_and_Foxgloves

And this, your living kiss - opal_bullets https://archiveofourown.org/works/18083927/chapters/42744872

Come On, Let's Strike a Match (Domination and Submission: a love story pt 1) - anyrei & queerwerewolf *** https://archiveofourown.org/works/25722478/chapters/62458810 - Playing With Fire (D&S: a love story pt 2) - We Kiss and the Flames Get Higher (D&S: a love story pt 3) - Sparking That Old Flame (D&S: a love story pt 4)

Cinderwings - bendingsignpost Cinderella!AU** https://archiveofourown.org/works/12847041/chapters/29336421

Linden - fleeceframe Swan!AU** https://archiveofourown.org/works/33126730/chapters/82236118

No Netflix, No Chill (short) - dorian_they https://archiveofourown.org/works/28764966

Can't Drink You Away (short) - dorian_they https://archiveofourown.org/works/28785792

Jensen Totally (Does Not!) Snore (short RPF) - Dorian_they https://archiveofourown.org/works/30315717

Dean Ships It (short) - dorian_they https://archiveofourown.org/works/30349434

All about control - wingless https://archiveofourown.org/works/9151930/chapters/20791243

Aesthetics in Autoerotica (pt 1 Aesthetics in Autoerotica) - relucant https://archiveofourown.org/works/3885544 - The Ties that Bind (pt 2 Aesthetics in Autoerotica) - relucant

Let's take a drive - sobsicles https://archiveofourown.org/works/32581027/chapters/80819581

Enchanted ink - castielslostwings TattooArtist!Dean TattooArtist!Castiel AU *** https://archiveofourown.org/works/23043622/chapters/55109530

The bones beneath our skin - darknessbound https://archiveofourown.org/works/24633754/chapters/59515804

The Plot (RPF) - Castiel_Left_His_Mark_On_Me https://archiveofourown.org/works/2795588/chapters/6274970

The Gentle Force with which you Take Me (RPF) - Phoenix_Ascended https://archiveofourown.org/works/32110120/chapters/79549183

According to all known laws of Life (Pt. 1 Cursed Metaphors) - sobsicles https://archiveofourown.org/works/29207901 - and he's back (with a mind of his own) (pt. 2 Cursed Metaphors) - sobsicles

Six hundred sundays (and many more) - sobsicles https://archiveofourown.org/works/31158776

Aching in the Absence of you - sobsicles https://archiveofourown.org/works/31832977/chapters/78811378

gorging myself on you, still can’t get full (insatiable) (Short) - sobsicles https://archiveofourown.org/works/32203291

memories bring back memories (bring back you) - sobsicles https://archiveofourown.org/works/24022945/chapters/57796885

Dream Come True (short) - bendingsignpost https://archiveofourown.org/works/28071159

tall grass - aeli_kindara https://archiveofourown.org/works/13127040/chapters/30030726

asunder (Short) - rageprufrock https://archiveofourown.org/works/62115

Apheresis - bendingsignpost BloodDonor!AU ** https://archiveofourown.org/works/32674783/chapters/81056680

we always were but never knew it - frightfullyrude https://archiveofourown.org/works/32698324/chapters/81119503

In this Louisiana Bar (Short) - fleeceframe https://archiveofourown.org/works/31764487

The Hitchhiker's Guide to Alternate Universes - n_nami https://archiveofourown.org/works/32687929/chapters/81092785

my heart a compass - lagaudiere https://archiveofourown.org/works/28629951

Unsound Inverses - sp8ce (not complete) https://archiveofourown.org/works/29836881/chapters/73413300

The Jensen Mistake (RPFish) - fellshish https://archiveofourown.org/works/31950169

tell me about the dream (Pt. 1 Kids are coming home) - playedwright https://archiveofourown.org/works/27984813/chapters/68544450

It's handy to know (FIMMF Themed ;)) - RosaMarloes https://archiveofourown.org/works/31761322

So Says The Sword - komodobits AngelTrueform!AU** https://archiveofourown.org/works/12597892/chapters/28695592

Communication Breakdown (RPFish)- darkshrimpemotions (jujubiest) https://archiveofourown.org/works/29669601/chapters/72951339

Carry You Home - Casloveshisfreckles https://archiveofourown.org/works/26982637/chapters/65862916

In the Shadow of your Wings - Enochian Things (Salr323) https://archiveofourown.org/works/7531294/chapters/17121655

When Harry Met Sally (RPF) (Pt. 1 When Harry Met Sally ‘verse) - mnwood https://archiveofourown.org/works/7622347/chapters/17351845 - Eight Dildos (RPF) (Pt. 2 When Harry Met Sally ‘verse) - mnwood - Attention, Please (RPF) (Pt. 3 When Harry Met Sally ‘verse) - mnwood - Boat Trip (RPF) (Pt. 4 When Harry Met Sally ‘verse) - mnwood

A Winter's Tale - NorthernSparrow https://archiveofourown.org/works/2654327/chapters/5930561

A Close Shave - NorthernSparrow https://archiveofourown.org/works/3090167

r/supernatural - renrub (short) https://archiveofourown.org/works/27626783

sam reads destiel fics - rebshome (short - funny!) https://archiveofourown.org/works/33721624

Angel Cookies - noxsoulmate Chirstmas!AU ** https://archiveofourown.org/works/11729640/chapters/26427765

Under The Midnight Sun - NorthernSparrow Arctic!AU ** https://archiveofourown.org/works/16690645/chapters/39143677

Bron-Yr-Aur - mrbluesky (Short) https://archiveofourown.org/works/28225335

The Dean Winchester Beat Sheet - saltyfeathers https://archiveofourown.org/works/19258594/chapters/45800209

The Meaning On My Skin - saltnhalo https://archiveofourown.org/works/18005378/chapters/42538133

Red Right Hand (Pt. 1 Murder Ballads) - Duckyboos https://archiveofourown.org/works/4306110/chapters/9760008 - Are you the One that I've been waiting for? (pt. 2 Murder Ballads) - Duckyboos

Riptides - sharkfish https://archiveofourown.org/works/13230426/chapters/30263556

Damn Fine Ride - Cimorene105 (pt 1 - rodeo) Cowboy!AU** (I’m a horse girl, sue me...) https://archiveofourown.org/works/14342340 - My Face Just Does This, Sometimes - Cimorene105 (pt. 2 rodeo) - The Kinkiest Thing I've Ever Done- Cimorene105 (pt 3 rodeo) - All Signs Point to Love - Cimorene105 (pt. 4 rodeo) - Monster Love - Cimorene105 (pt. 5 rodeo) - My Man, The Siren - Cimorene105 (pt. 6 rodeo) - A Pain in My Ass - Cimorene105 (pt. 7 rodeo)

Astrolabe (terra incognita pt 1) - reluctantabandon, Winter_of_our_Discontent https://archiveofourown.org/works/3348812/chapters/7326794 - Drollery (terra incognita pt 2) - reluctantabandon Winter_of_our_Discontent - Rubrication (terra incognita pt 3) - reluctantabandon Winter_of_our_Discontent

Go Down With This Ship - PorcupineGirl https://archiveofourown.org/works/8023642/chapters/18370474

Fire and Ice - Castielslostwings (Firefighter/Paramedic AU!) ** https://archiveofourown.org/works/23286295/chapters/55768486

The Structural Similarities of Hunters and Onions - Faster_Than_the_Speed_of_Sound (Short) https://archiveofourown.org/works/33383101

Castiel Novak's Office, This is Dean - emmbrancsxx0 https://archiveofourown.org/works/22411336/chapters/53545840

Out of the Deep (out of the deep pt. 1) - riseofthefallenone - MERMAID AU! ** https://archiveofourown.org/works/548878/chapters/977676

Dean (and Cas') Top 13 Zepp Traxx - pantheon_of_discord https://archiveofourown.org/works/10909440/chapters/24256989

I'll Be Good - LittleAngelCassie https://archiveofourown.org/works/4118334/chapters/9282234

Kenosis - CastielsCarma (Short - part of Destiel ABC collection) https://archiveofourown.org/works/30411720

#fics #fic recs #fanfiction #ao3 #cockles #destiel #dean and cas #jensen and misha #one track mind #supernatural #please send me recs #read more fics #this is my new obsession

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The Last Chthonian

Part 17

Bucky x Reader, Sam x Reader, Zemo x Reader

A/N: It is here! So sorry for the late update lovelies! I’ve been having really bad writers block lately and my job keeps switching my hours up so now my sleep schedule is all fucked up. And after writing this part I want to go stargazing so bad but the light pollution kind of sucks where I live. 🥲 Also this is my first time writing a steamy scene so I’m sorry if it’s awkward. Feedback is much appreciated and let me know if you want to be added to the tag list. 😊

Summary: Imagine being Hekate, the Greek goddess of magic and witchcraft, the night and the moon, doorways and crossroads, creatures of the night, and ghosts and necromancy. You stumbled upon Earth many centuries ago and since then have resided on the foreign planet. During the recent years you created an alias for yourself to hide your true identity, and after the war against Thanos you chose to live out your days in the Scottish countryside, until a certain trio appears at your doorstep one day.

Warnings: language, angst, some foreplay and making out

You had still been wrapped in Zemo’s arms, the two of you indulging in each other’s presence in a silence, which combined with the faint beating of his heart, you only found to be comforting. The meteors still swept by the earth’s atmosphere above you in flashes that lit up the sky, leaving behind trails of white that resembled the strokes of a brush, as if your mother Asteria had painted the celestial bodies using diamonds onto a canvas that was the night sky. You could only make out the few stars and constellations that were scarcely scattered across the vastness above you, caused by the light pollution that unfortunately managed to mantle the wonders and beauty that settled just beyond, separating humanity from the marvels of the universe. The stars flickered like the diminishing of the flame of a candle, a farewell to the billions of years lived by the remnants of those enormous spheres of hot plasma, thus leaving behind the birth of other stars to fulfill their legacy. However, there was a certain star that did not flicker like the ones around it, a certain spectacle distant in time and space that still managed to burn bright despite the innumerable amount of light-years that separated Earth from it. The remaining light of your planet Olympus. You stared at that particular star, your brows knit together and your face etched with this certain melancholy that one could not explain. How could one thing be so near, within the reach of your fingertips, and yet be entirely outside the capacity of reach.

“Draga.” You heard Zemo softly speak, his chest slightly wavering beneath your cheek from his words.

“Hm?”

“Something troubles you.”

“What makes you say that?” You stared off, your eyes still fixated to the fading existence of your world.

“Your eyes draga.” Zemo looked down at you, his eyes scanning over the troubled creases that masked your features. “I have seen this shadow in your eyes that has seemed to occupy them as of recently. What troubles you?”

“…………You see that star there, right between those two constellations?” You pointed above you.

“Mhm.” Zemo nodded as he followed the line of your finger, his eyes now focused on the same exact star yours have not yet left.

“That’s my planet………Olympus.”

“You’re welcome to tell me about it if you’d like.”

“Well, when I was little, I used to live with my mother in this quaint cottage by the sea, similar to the one I live in now with my daughter. She used to bring me out most nights for stargazing. She had built this outdoor platform with bedding and blankets and we would have a small fire going to keep us warm as we watched the stars and constellations while she told me different tales and epic poetries. As silly as it sounds, she would make shooting stars appear in the sky for me knowing how much I loved them. Gods, I wish you could’ve seen my home back in its days, back when everything still remained. Everything was so…..beautiful, and the skies, gods the skies, you could see the different planets and galaxies as if they were only miles away. To this day, I have yet to see anything in my travels that compares.”

“I would have loved to seen it Schatzi. Your mother sounded like a wonderful person.”

“She was the kindest soul I knew.” You turned your body so that you could look up at him, resting your chin on your hand.

“You miss her.”

“There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t miss my family and planet.”

“I’m sorry about what happened to them Schatzi. I wish you never went through what you did.”

“If only I could bring them back. I’d do anything to be able to just see them again.”

Zemo was silent, believing that no amount of words could have provided you comfort, no matter how deep the meaning or how significant. He could not imagine what you went through. He had lost his country and his family, and you had lost your family as well, but you lost your world, your entire race, leaving you to be the last remaining entity of your people, the last Olympian and the last Chthonian. Words could not bring your family back, just as they could not with his. So he only did what he was able, making a silent unspoken promise within the abyss of his damaged heart to be there for you as he held you closer to him and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

A sudden feeling of guilt crawled up your spine like a venomous scorpion ready to sink its stinger in your skin with means to cause nothing but pain and suffering. You felt guilty for being here, lying next to Zemo wrapped in his arms like a pair of star-crossed lovers from the pages of a novel. A part of you felt selfish for what you did, undeserving of the affection that was bestowed upon you from a man who had suffered enough from the loss of his family. How much longer did you think you could give in to your mindless emotions without a single thought of the consequences it might bring about. Did you really think you could go on as if nothing is happening? As if you can conceal your true form from him forever. No. You could not. You did not have the heart to keep such knowledge from him. If you wanted to pursue what you had with him, you would have to tell him the truth when the time came.

“We should probably get back before Sam and Bucky notice.” You mumbled, blinking back the tears, your heart aching to go back to the way things used to be, wishing you could leave all of this and just be able to go back home. You didn’t belong here on earth, an immortal amongst mortals. At least on Olympus, if your titaness form had been revealed, many would not have bat an eye. They had already seen the likes of Titans before and the locals had become accustomed to you. But here on earth, you were nothing but a stranger, a drifter.

The two of you walked back to his place in silence, the only sounds being the whistling of the wind, the chirping of crickets, the voices of the few pedestrians and the humming of the cars that drove by. Your hands brushed against each other, craving to intertwine your fingers with his as you walked down the stone paved streets lit by the lamps that lined it, the two of you still withdrawn despite what occurred between you both. You felt it would have been silly, holding his hand like a couple of teenagers, though a century ago, you wouldn’t have gave it a second thought.

You arrived at his place, standing at the bottom of the steps in front of the double doors with Zemo opposite you, illuminated by the street lamp that stood just behind. Feelings of conflict washed over you, drowning you in waves of despair. As much as you wanted to be with him, a small part in the back of your mind kept telling you that it was wrong. Neither of you wanted to go through those doors just yet, wishing you could have spent the night under the stars. But life seems to have a way of working against your favor. The Wakandans would be here to collect him possibly tomorrow, and you would have to bid him farewell, separated from each other for what could be forever. As much as you did not look forward to that moment in having to turn him in and never see him again, you wouldn’t stop the Wakandans from what they were promised. And though you hadn’t said a word, Zemo had already knew what your decisions were regarding it, and he could not blame you for it. You were a woman of justice and you followed a code, and he respected that.

“Zemo.” A frown appeared on your face.

“Please,” Zemo whispered to you as he pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, “Call me Helmut.”

You looked at Zemo once more, a look of longing hidden behind your eyes as you unconsciously swiped your tongue across your mouth, watching how his eyes followed the movement before lingering on the wetness of your lips that resembled the petals of a rose after the pouring of cold rain in the midst of spring. Oh how he wished to be the drops of rain that were gifted the pleasure of grazing upon the velvety petals that belonged to such beauty of a flower, a symbol of union between the two domains in which the heavens came down to declare its love for the earth. A pulling sensation filled within your core, drawing yourself to Zemo as if he were the sweet berries of deadly nightshade that have lured many unfortunate souls. Banishing the thoughts of doubt that clouded your mind, you grabbed him by the collar and pulled him to you, crashing your lips against his in a heated kiss. Zemo was initially shocked by your bold gesture and stiffened from the way your mouth moved against his, surprised you would pull something like this when just a wall away Sam and Bucky were awaiting your arrival, before loosing himself into your embrace.

Your fingers clenched the collar of his sweater and your fingers grazed across the exposed skin of his neck while his hands went to your waist in a desperate attempt, fumbling to grab at anything and bunching up the bottom fabric of your sweater as he pulled you against him. The tips of his fingers brushed against the skin of your waist that was exposed below the hem of your sweater, leaving behind goosebumps in its trail. You smiled into the kiss from the way he completely melted under your touch, a part of you amused from the affect you held over him as you managed to elicit a moan from deep within his throat. Zemo’s brows were furrowed in the passionate moment, something you have noticed when you first kissed him, a small crease in the muscles of his face that showed just how lost he was when encased in this moment with you, and it absolutely melted you. He was addicted from the warm numbness, the ecstasy he felt from kissing you. Your lips were like heroin to him, leaving him yearning for more, and it didn’t ameliorate the fact that his years spent in a German prison had left him somewhat inexperienced and filled with a chasmic longing for touch and intimacy from the lack thereof. Deep within him, masked by his ideas and objectives, Zemo wanted to be able to love someone again, a chance at a new life and a family, and perhaps, he saw that possibility with you. But, behind the passion of the kiss you shared with him, there was something else, a poison that laced your lips with feelings of despair and forbidding that consumed you as if you had tasted those sweet berries of nightshade, slowly loosing yourself to its malice. His lips which were at first warm to the touch, now felt cold like ice and sent shivers of dread through your veins, as if this would be the last kiss you shared with him.

You pulled away from the kiss to catch your breath, your teeth softly grazing against his bottom lip as you did so. Both of you were left breathless as you rested your foreheads against each other, panting as your breaths fanned each other’s face as if you had just been trapped in the depths of the ocean before breaking through the surface to allow oxygen to fill your lungs.

“If you keep doing that Draga.” Zemo rasped between breaths, “I won’t be able to compose myself.”

“Good. Maybe I don’t want you too.” You smirked before placing a playful kiss on the tip of his nose. “But I really should go back inside, and you should do the same. Just make sure you go unnoticed.” You slipped his coat off your shoulders, his cologne that lingered on his fur collar leaving your senses with discontent as you returned his coat to him before going over to the doors, stopping to turn back to him with a smile before stepping inside and closing the door behind you. Gods, what the hell did you do that for???? You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as you wanted to slap yourself for pulling a move like that.

“Gods I’m stupid.” You muttered to yourself.

“Hey.” Bucky smiled once he spotted you, his voice soft as if he were afraid you would shatter at any moment from the discussion that took place earlier. “How was your walk?”

“It was nice, relaxing. I went to the park to stargaze.”

“That’s good. As long as you feel better.”

“I do, actually. Thanks Bucky.”

“You look flushed. You okay?” Sam noted as he stepped over to you.

“Huh?” You stopped short. “Oh yeah, I’m fine. I just had to kind of uh power walk back here so you guys wouldn’t get worried. But I’m fine, yeah. Anyways, I’m going to hit the sack since I’m feeling a bit tired. Goodnight you guys.” You waved them off before going to your assigned room, making Sam and Bucky give each other questioning looks before they both shrugged it off.

You shut the door behind you, letting out a breath of relief that they had not caught on to anything and praying that Zemo had managed to sneak in. You had just gotten off the phone with Maze and your daughter, catching up on their activities after cleaning yourself up and changing into your nightgown. You had pulled up a chair next to the window that was in your room, your feet tucked underneath you and a warm cup of rose and blackberry tea in your hands. Your robe hung loosely off your shoulders as your index finger twirled above the small silver spoon that swirled in your cup, mists of violet wrapping around the handle of the spoon as you used your powers to stir the contents of the tea. You stared out the window onto the old streets of Latvia before glancing down at the teacup that was nestled in your hands, the glow of your eyes reflected off the window pane along with the tiny stars that swirled through the small globe of your necklace your mother gave you. You hadn’t stopped thinking about the moments that passed and the ones that have yet to come.

There was a knock on your door, interrupting you from the thoughts that had resided in your mind. “Come in.” You spoke as you looked through the reflection of the window and saw a figure step in. “Zemo?” You stopped using your powers, the clinking of the spoon scraping against the sides of the porcelain cup coming to a stop. “You know, you gotta stop sneaking into my room.” You teased before frowning, seeing the expression that sat on his face. “What’s wrong?” You got up from the chair, setting your cup down on the table before walking over to him.

“The Wakandans will…….be here for me tomorrow.” His eyes were lowered to the floor, the browns of his irises which reminded you of the dunes of the Sahara desert were whirling in thought, resembling the dunes caught in the midst of the fury of a sandstorm, as if searching for an answer to his troubles.

“Ze-Helmut, I………” You sighed, your tongue and mind lacking the ability to compose any words that might have provided some solace. “I’m sorry………..I don’t know what to say.”

“Y/n, schatzi” Zemo grabbed your hand, tracing his thumb over the bumps of your knuckles. “You don’t have to say a word. My actions………must be accounted for.”

You were silent, your brows knit together and your lips sealed as if your voice was ripped from your throat. Your heart wanted to tear itself from your chest, begging to be released from its cage so that it could be free to lament, so that it may be able to express the words that held it captive. But your tongue was tied, held back between the prison that was your teeth as you clenched your jaw. Zemo’s hand still held yours, stroking the soft skin on the back of your hand which were a contrast to the small rough patches on your palm, before you heard him speak again. “Can I kiss you?”

You blinked at him, lips parted in surprise that he would even ask such a question when you were honestly willing to kiss him any time of the day. The Zemo you had come to know was far different than the one you had heard about, his cold demeanor seemed to completely fade when he was around you, like a fog that dissipated with the coming of daylight. A part of you pondered whether this was how he used to be, before the events that happened. Though he hadn’t had a chance to share such affection with anyone and lost practice, you still found him to be great kisser and it always managed to leave you breathless. “Yes, please.” You whispered, your voice barely audible before you felt his lips brush against yours. What was sweet at first became more feverish and filled with hunger as an unfamiliar spirit seemed to possess your body, darkening the amethysts and golds of your eyes that resembled the galaxies, into the blackness of the abyss that swallowed the outer edges of space where not even the slightest bit of light could reach, almost as if you were sinking your claws into your prey.

A heat pooled in the pit of your stomach, filling your body with an electrifying warmth as his mouth moved against yours more confidently this time, catching you utterly by surprise and leaving your knees weak, a feeling similar to the stillness in the air a mere second before lightning strikes the ground beneath your feet. His hands slipped down to grab the flesh of your waist, dehydrated, and filled with an intense thirst that could only be quenched by your body that was the ocean, your skin separated by the silk fabric of your nightgown. Your hands went up to grip his shoulders as a gasp escaped your lips upon feeling him move down to your jaw and neck. Gods, since when was the last time you were touched like that?

“Helmut.” You rasped, struggling to hold back a moan as his lips sucked on the skin where your collarbone met your neck, making you lean your head back to allow him better access. Your robe had fell to the floor, leaving your arms completely bare while Zemo’s hands caressed the skin that lined them before resting on the dorsal part of your upper arms, the combination of the frigid air and his fingertips that felt like the touch of fire sending shivers through your body. “What if they hear?”

“Let them.”

“No……….I’m…….serious.”

“Well if you’re that worried Draga.” Zemo stopped to look at you. “The walls are thick enough.”

Gods that completely sent you over the edge. It felt as if you were on a high, your mind was not even within this dimension as Zemo met your lips again. You had to throw your arms around his neck to keep yourself from collapsing as the two of you shifted in the room, Zemo guiding your body before the back of your knees came in contact with the side of your bed. You let yourself fall back into the soft mattress, bringing Zemo down with you. You both were a mess, your hair disarray, the thin straps of your nightgown fallen past your shoulders had almost left your breasts exposed, and the skirt of your nightgown had ridden up to your thighs as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Zemo squeezed at the soft flesh of your thigh before attacking your neck again. He didn’t know how to describe it but you tasted absolutely divine. Perhaps being a goddess made you taste of ambrosia; the golden, honey-flavored fruit that grew on the trees of Olympus. You were in absolute bliss and thanked the gods he wouldn’t be able to leave a mark, at least you hoped not.

“Helmut.” You moaned, your nails digging into his biceps as his warm lips made a trail down your collarbone and lower to where the lace trim of your nightgown met just above the curve of your breasts, lingering on the space between, filling your mind with thoughts of a certain region you desired those lips to be. “Fuck.” You hissed from the contact, your hand moving its way to his head as you ran your fingers through his soft hair, your nails raking across the back of his scalp as the heat between your thighs only grew. You unconsciously pressed your heel to the lower part of his back, beckoning him closer to that heat between your thighs as you bucked your hips up. Zemo growled at the movement, slightly nipping at the skin where your breast had started to form, causing you to gasp and your eyes to fly open from the sensation.

“Apologies draga.” You heard him mutter before tenderly kissing the spot where his teeth had been.

Seeing Zemo in a close proximity above you in such a position had you dazed, wanting him to take you right then and there and not caring if the others heard you or not. And as your eyes wandered lazily over the sight of him, they widened in horror once they glimpsed at the image of your hands. Your nails became sharp, claw-like, and that deathly color had returned once again, slowly making its way up your arm like the tendrils of a shadow belonging to a demonic spirit.

“Helmut.” You whispered, your voice becoming panicked as you loosened your grip on his arms, being careful not to pierce his skin. “Helmut wait.”

Zemo stopped, pushing himself up to meet your eyes as his concern grew from seeing the frightened look that filled them. “Schatzi, what’s wrong?” He brought his hand up to your face, brushing away the strands of your hair. “If you’re uncomfortable let me know.”

“No, gods no. If anything I don’t want you to stop.” You breathed out, trying to catch your breath. “It’s just that………….”

“What is it schatzi?” His voice was soft as his fingers caressed your cheek, afraid that he might have offended you in some way, afraid that he might have been too forward.

“I’m sorry Helmut. I want to, I really do, but not like this.” You shook your head as you got up, shifting over to where the dark shadows of the room fell on the bed to hide your arms, afraid to meet his eyes as if you had made a fool of yourself. “Not like this.”

“You don’t have to apologize to me y/n.” Zemo smiled at you. “If you’re not ready, than I’m not ready.”

“Thank you Helmut.” You smiled back before giving him a delicate kiss. “I’d………uh like to think some things through.” You prayed that he didn’t see your hands, hoping that the darkness of the room managed to disguise it.

“Of course draga.” Zemo placed a lingering kiss on your forehead before leaving your room, stopping at the door to give you a comforting smile as he carefully shut it behind him.

Your eyes still lingered on the door, waiting to make sure he didn’t come back before turning on the bedside lamp and staring down at your hands. You had managed to stop the color from spreading up your arm, yet it strangely still remained, stopping halfway up your forearm. This wasn’t good.

“What the hell?” You scrunched your nose, trying to use your powers once again to remove it but to no avail. Fear coursed through your veins as you attempted to remove the color, spell after spell, hoping those vine like tendrils would crawl back down your hands and disappear. You cursed under your breath as each attempt proved to be as futile as the one before. What the hell was going on? Why were your spells not working? It vanished before from your magic, why wasn’t it doing so now? You were struck with a sudden realization that perhaps this change would become permanent, that maybe suppressing your true form for all those years had caused it to spiral out of control and in turn try to overpower you as if it had a mind of its own. You growled through gritted teeth, the furniture around you shaking as your fists were clenched in frustration, the violet mists of your powers encompassing your hands and sparking with small bolts that corresponded with the vexation that overwhelmed you.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, the mist around your hands disappearing and the shaking of the furniture coming to a stop. You had to work something out. You were left no choice but to keep your hands covered from now on until you found a solution. If any of them questioned it, you had to have a damn good lie. Getting up from the bed, you walked over to the double doors that led to the small balcony and opened them, your hands gripping the cold iron rail as you stared out at the view of the Latvian streets and buildings before you. Oh how you wished your sister Athena were here. She knew everything.

“Oh Athena.” You stifled a sob as you stared up at the stars, focusing on the light of your planet as if she could have heard you, a tear cascading down your cheek and dropping to the streets below. “Gods I wish you were here. I really need your help.”

Despite your pleas, you knew she wasn’t there, her existence only an artifact of the past. You were praying to nothing but a memory. It was extremely urgent that you got information on this matter of your form and the words of the prophecy that still threatened and echoed within the depths of your mind. And since you couldn’t obtain such knowledge from another Olympian, you would have to gather it from the old texts. Muttering a few words in Ancient Greek, you waited, searching, until a small white moth came into view, fluttering in your direction. You held out your finger, letting the tiny creature come to rest upon it.

“Hello little one.” You smiled at the moth as you gently stroked it in greeting, bringing it closer to your face so that you could speak to it in your language. “Please send word to my familiar and tell him to gather as much information he can on Titans and the prophecy. And tell him to come find me when he is done. Thank you.” The moth looked at you with understanding behind his tiny black eyes, it’s antennaes twitching before fluttering away into the moon. You sighed, watching it disappear into the night before giving your distant planet one last glance before shutting the doors and going back over to the bed. You laid down under the covers, your hands rested on your stomach as you stared up at the ceiling, dreading the day to come. How could you face Zemo? And however were you going to keep your hands a secret? Surely the three are bound to find out sooner or later? You just prayed that the message you sent would be returned in a short time. You needed to fix this before it would be considered too late. And the sooner you found Karli the better. Your mind was racing with thoughts, but you closed your eyes, desperate to get some rest and forcing those thoughts away. Gods help you from this moment on.

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The Finer Things

Pairing: Rosé x Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~ 4,864

Warnings / Misc. -- Pining, Some Self Doubt, Fluff, Some Angst, Happy Ending

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first time writing for Blackpink. I hope you enjoy. Happy reading, as always! Let me know what you think.

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Part 1: Partners

“Alright class, settle in now. Today we’ll be starting our new projects. You know the drill; they’ll be a quarter semester long, and you’ll have a partner to work with. That gives you 9 weeks to complete the assignment and be ready to present your creations. Your topic is “the finer things in life”. Remember: there’s no exact way to do this. Whatever that topic means, however you interpret it, just show us what you envision when you think of that. I look forward to seeing what you come up with.”

Unsurprisingly, everyone is rather excited for this project. Considering this class is an elective, your classmates signed up for it knowing what they were getting themselves into. Regardless, even the stray few that enrolled for an easy A would rather do this than Calculus and Statistics.

Your eyes scan the room, and you smile upon seeing everyone light up as they discuss their game plans. Familiar eyes meet yours from across the room, and you feel a blush begin to rise to your cheeks. You mentally curse yourself at how easy it is for her to make you giddy, but you don’t look away. The small smile that she gives you nearly makes you combust from the cuteness; you can’t help the dorky grin that takes over your features.

Before you can fully melt under her gaze, your teacher speaks up again. You silently thank the universe for that divine intervention. “Now that you’ve had a minute to brainstorm, it’s time for everyone’s favorite part: partner time! I’ve chosen your partners based on your individual strengths and weaknesses as photographers; I want this to be a true learning experience for all of you. Being an artist takes constant growth, and I see this as the perfect opportunity.”

Since your class is a fairly close-knit group of students, no one’s upset by who their partners are. Mrs. Johnson continues rattling off the pairs, and you take a moment to look out the window. It’s a beautiful day, the trees swaying gently in the breeze. The vivid red hues of their leaves are complimented perfectly by the bright blue sky behind them.

“...Y/N, you’ll be working with Rosé.” The second those words leave her lips, your eyes shoot to your partner’s. It’s an odd feeling, to put it plainly; those were the words that you were dying to hear, but also terrified of. After all, working so closely with your long-time crush would definitely prove to be nerve racking. You didn’t have much time to worry, though, as Rosé sat down at the desk in front of you, turning the chair around to face you. It was clear that she loved to see what she did to you, your reactions to her words, everything. She studied you like her life depended on it, but you never noticed. Your brain was always too busy short-circuiting to take in the ways that she watched you from afar, remembering every detail, curve, and dimple of your face.

“So, how about we meet up after school today to get some ideas going?” She proposes, and you nod. “How’s the park sound? I’d hate to miss such a gorgeous day.” Her face lights up at your suggestion, and you smile at the sight. In her excited state, she rushes out, “That’s just what I was thinking!” The two of you spend the rest of class chatting and goofing around, and go your separate ways once the bell rings. You send her one last wave, already missing her presence. To say the two of you are eager for your next meeting is a major understatement.

Part 2: The First Few Meetings

The first couple weeks are spent getting to know one another better and spending more time together -- something you definitely weren’t complaining about. Seeing her out of school, able to really be herself, was a magical experience. You often thanked your lucky stars that you decided to sign up for the class in the first place.

Part 3: You Go To One Of Her Practices

Attending school practices and games was never really your speed, but you made an exception for Rosé. Some family issues had gotten in the way of your meet-ups for a bit, so the two of you were a little behind schedule for the project. You weren’t worried (the honor student in you knew that you’d get it done in time), but Rosé asked you to stay after school for one of her cheerleading practices. “We can work on it everytime coach gives us a break, okay?” She had said earlier that day, during class. You were almost too mesmerized by the way her lips moved while she spoke to comprehend what she had said, her accent popping out in the most adorable way possible.

The memory brought a light smile to your face, and she saw it, stealing a glance at you. You looked up at her and tilted your head to the side, letting her know she’d been caught. Her eyes widened in shock and she quickly cleared her throat, clearly not expecting that.

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“Ah, ah, ah,” you protested, blocking her from sitting down in the seat beside you. “Stand in front of me, I wanna take a picture.” She put on a horrified face, looking down at you. “Excuse me?? Absolutely not! I look terrible. I’m all sweaty.” You rolled your eyes at her, letting out a dramatic sigh. “I’m sorry to inform you, Rosé, but you’re physically incapable of looking bad. My condolences.” You bowed your head in mock pity, adding to the effect. “Oh shut up, you dork.” She said, pushing you playfully. “Fine. One picture; you better make it a good one.” You smiled your signature grin at her, and she got a little lightheaded at the beautiful sight. “1, 2, 3…”

Part 3.5: Could It Be?

“Rosé, I don’t know….” You begin, a grimace crossing your face. The object of your affection had spent the past 10 minutes trying to convince you to ditch work and accompany her to the local fair that was in town for the weekend. It’s not that you didn’t want to go; in fact, you can’t think of a place you’d rather be tonight than with her, getting away from the stress of everything life had been throwing at you. If you were honest with yourself, though, the work was just an excuse for something bigger; you knew that with each step closer you got to Rosé, you would eventually be taking two steps back. You had long ago assured yourself that she didn’t share your attraction, and you had done okay in accepting that fact. By okay I mean “totally not at all, even in the slightest.” You liked to pretend, though, wanting to have some semblance of control over the situation.

“Pleeeeease?” She whined into the phone, drawing the word out to torture you a little more. Surely she had to know what she was doing.

That simple question served as your command, and it became very apparent in that moment that you’d do just about anything that Rosé asked you to. You kicked yourself, a genuine feeling of nervousness rushing over you.

A sigh left your lips as you responded, “Okay, okay! But only for a little while.”

Her high pitched cheering drew a laugh from you, and you shook your head at her antics. What were you getting yourself into?

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Rosé looked stunning, as usual. Her long blonde locks fell elegantly over her shoulders, looking just as soft as always. The pink top she donned complimented her light blue jeans perfectly; if you weren’t so enraptured by her, you might’ve gotten jealous. How can someone look so gorgeous without even trying? It’s infuriating, to say the least.

“Ready?” Her cheery accent met your ears, and you felt yourself pep up at the single utterance. Dear lord, you’re in deep. Pushing the thoughts from your head, you send her a simple smile and nod, pulling her in for a hug.

Freezing time had never been a thing that you thought about often, but it surely crossed your mind as you stood there with her in your arms, feeling her skin against yours. All too quickly she pulled away, already rambling excitedly about all of the rides she wanted to try out. You were still in a bit of a daze, her strawberry perfume making your head spin. Before you know it, she has a hold of your hand, dragging you towards the largest drop tower that the festival had to offer. Maybe this would be a good time to mention that you’re deathly afraid of heights…

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Hair disheveled and heart palpitating, you stumbled away from the ride. It was comical really, the state you were in. Rosé must have thought so, because she couldn’t contain her laughter once she looked over at you. The sound was music to your ears, and you quickly decided that you’d be willing to get back on that ride if it meant you could hear her giggle like that again.

After your laughing fit died down, you suggested getting on the ferris wheel to see all of the city lights. Everything burned a little brighter this time of year, the downtown area bustling with life and activity.

“I was just about to mention that. I like the way you think, Y/N.” The combination of the look she gave you and the way your name rolled off of her tongue made you weak in the knees. Before your mind could even begin to question if she had meant something else -- something deeper -- you stopped yourself. It wouldn’t do any good to read too far into the things she said. It was just innocent teasing, you reasoned.

You failed to notice the way Rosé had looked at you, her eyes taking in every part of you. She wanted to remember this sight; your head thrown back, eyes welling with tears of laughter. When you didn’t pick up on her flirting, though, she took it as a sign to back off a bit. Surely it had been obvious, right? She told herself she’d give it one more try, by the end of the night. No matter your reaction, she would have an answer.

With that decision made, she led the way to the ferris wheel, you trailing happily behind her.

“Two?” The worker looked to be about your age, face marked with acne scars, and attitude already unpleasant. With a simple gesture of confirmation, the two of you made your way to the nearest cart. You held the small gate open, allowing Rosé in first. The metal was cool against your palm as you closed it after yourself.

A chilly breeze rolled in, and you noticed her body shiver in the seat across from you. You could tell she tried to hide it, but you were far too observant to miss that. “Here,” you start, already pulling your leather jacket off of yourself and offering it to her. She shook her head furiously, saying, “No, I can’t. You’ll get cold up there!” Maybe it had been the slushy you had earlier, but you got a sudden surge of confidence. “Come over here, then. We’ll keep each other warm.” Her eyes shined with something you couldn’t quite place; something mischievous, perhaps.

She quickly repositioned herself next to you, snuggling up against your side. “You’re still putting this on, Rosé.” You say lowly, lips grazing her temple. The way the words left your mouth, so matter-of-factly, made her bite her lip. You rarely told anyone what to do, so this role reversal was a bit unexpected. A welcome surprise, she thought, as she slipped the warm material over her shoulders.

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If someone offered you a million dollars to be anywhere else in the world right now, you would turn them down. You were sure that you had died and gone to Heaven, with how Rosé’s body fit perfectly up against yours and the distant skyline looked as though it had been stolen from a postcard.

Once the cart reached the top, the ride stopped for a short while, allowing you to get a picturesque view of the surrounding area. You grabbed the camera from your bag and snapped a few pictures, not wanting to forget this moment. A quiet wow left her mouth as she leaned over you, looking like a kid on Christmas morning. Has she never seen the lights like this? The untamed beating of your heart echoed wildly at the feeling of having her so close. You prayed she wouldn’t notice the tremble that ran through you as she placed her hand on your thigh, pushing herself up higher into the air for a better perspective. She must’ve noticed something in the distance, because soon she was pointing across the city and bouncing lightly in the seat. With some help, you located what she was so excited about: it was an inflatable cat. She had been that giddy over an inflatable animal on the porch of someone’s apartment. Such a dork, you muttered. She drew in a breath, feigning disbelief. “I am not!” She started, about to defend her honor, when she turned her head. In the excitement, the two of you had pressed closer together -- much closer than either of you had realized -- and now you were face to face. Your eyes darted down to her lips, and you almost threw caution to the wind and closed the distance. You didn’t, though, still missing the signs she was sending you. Her gaze raked across your features, and she grew bold; her hand came up to your cheek, her thumb soon brushing the soft skin. She was achingly close; you could feel the warmth radiating from her body, calling for you.

This cycle continued; both of you waiting for the other to make the first move, terrified that the other didn’t feel the same. It was a wicked game of cat and mouse, and you were finally getting the courage to end it. Just as you were about to lean in, the rickety ride started back up again with a groan, and she was jostled away from you, back into the seat.

That had to be some sort of symbolism.

The rest of your night went well, soon again filled with laughter and jokes, but the two of you couldn’t shake what happened. There was an air of something uncertain now, and only something significant was capable of putting an end to this cruel arrangement.

Part 4: The Realization

“Shit!” You exclaim with a huff, realizing your mistake. “Rosie, do you have any extra film for the polaroid? I lost the last pack I had.” You mentally slap yourself for that one. When you don’t get a response, which is quite unusual for Rosé, you take that as a sign to go look for her. The two of you had chosen to work on the project at her house this time, and it was definitely more spacious than yours. “Rosie?” You call out to her again, checking the rooms as you pass them. Sniffling sounds perk up your ears, and you follow them to their source: the bathroom. “What happened, Rose?” She just sniffles again, letting out a defeated sigh. “It’s nothing, Y/N. I’m okay.” You shake your head, a pained look taking over your features. Knowing that she was hurting killed you. “I don’t believe you. We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but at least let me cheer you up. Please?” You plead through the door, waiting rather impatiently for her response. Wordlessly, she gathers herself and opens it, choosing to lean against the frame and meet your concerned gaze. “It’s Joon. He’s being an ass.” You set your jaw and quickly bite your tongue, not wanting to upset her more. Her sweater is soaked and matted with tears, large stains polka-dotting the fluffy material.

Who’s Joon, you may ask? Rosé’s boyfriend and star of the football team… aka your arch nemesis. The two of you typically avoided talking about him, and dating in general. As far as you were concerned, he wasn’t deserving of the attention. A muffled sob pulls you from your stewing session, and you’re quick to step forward and wipe away her tears. You cup her cheeks, softening at the way she leans into your embrace. It’s not hard to tell that she doesn’t get the love that she deserves. “You’re too good for him, Rose. He’s never deserved you.” You say softly, tired of seeing her being mistreated. One instance of this was more than enough, and knowing that this isn’t the first time that he’s been the reason for her tears makes your blood boil. You pull her in, and she rests her head against your chest. If circumstances were different, you would’ve been terrified to have her so close; however, that’s not at the forefront of your mind right now. You’re determined to be there for her, even if it’ll never be in the way you want. “You should be with someone who values you. You can do so much better.” You whisper against her temple -- just loud enough for her to hear -- lips in the same position as they were that night at the fair. It comes out as a gentle confession, but you say it like the simple fact it is.

After a few more moments of holding her close, her sweet vanilla perfume in the air, she shifts in your arms. Her eyes find yours, and the moment seems as though it was plucked out of some cheesy, coming of age movie. Something within both of you clicks at that point, and you just know. Her slightly puffy features look especially adorable right now, her eyes sparkling. That always seemed like such a strange, poetic thing to you -- how some people can manage to look so stunning after crying. It’s as though she needed that, in some twisted way. It opened her eyes to the situation she was in, although it hurt. She knew she could get through anything, though, with you by her side. And standing there, wrapped in your warmth, she really couldn’t find it in herself to even think of Joon.

Your eyes fell to her lips, and she didn’t fail to notice. God, those lips. You thought, remembering all of the times you’ve wanted to kiss her. She somehow managed to be utterly perfect without even trying. Your heart rate sped up at the feeling of her hands working their way down to your waist, gripping your hips tightly. The atmosphere shifted, and you didn’t know what to do with yourself. “Y/N…” she says lowly, almost as if she’s trying to keep herself from doing something stupid. “Hmm?” You drag out, causing her to bite her lip in return. Just as the two of you lean in ever closer, the sounds of keys jangling downstairs interrupts your moment. Feeling brave, and not wanting that encounter to pass with nothing to show for it, you give her a sweet kiss on the cheek. You chuckle lightly at the whine that leaves her lips, and take a minute to gather yourself before leading the way downstairs to greet her parents.

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Over the next few days, neither of you mention all that’s happened. You want to, but you have no idea how; your nerves would surely get the best of you. And what if she didn’t feel the same? How embarrassing would that be? You wanted nothing more than to have that Hallmark, fairytale ending with her, but you knew that was unrealistic. So, you did what you do best; you continued falling for her from afar, attempting to settle into this routine.

Little did you know that she hadn’t stopped thinking about it. She often found herself stroking her cheek, where your hand had been that night. If she focused hard enough, she could almost remember the smell of your tropical shampoo, too. Her feelings confused her, but she knew what she wanted. Her fear of rejection outweighed her courage, though, and she never knew how to tell you that she had fallen for you.

Part 5: An Overheard Conversation

As you made your way through the halls and towards the library, your mind wandered to a place it often frequented: Rosé. You had been so caught up in other things that you hadn’t really registered that the project would be over soon. It saddened you to think about, but maybe it was for the best. Perhaps a little distance between the two of you would make it easier to ignore your feelings. Turning the corner, you collided with someone, sending their books into the floor. “I’m so sorry!” You apologize quickly, making sure they’re alright, before helping them gather their things. They do the same, and continue on their way as you readjust your clothes.

At the sound of that achingly familiar voice, you freeze.

“I broke up with him, Jennie.”

That’s all it took for you to press yourself up against the wall, set on listening in on the conversation without getting caught. Part of you felt bad for doing that, but there was no way you were leaving now.

“Good, he never deserved you anyway.” The other girl, Jennie, said, and you made a mental note to give her a high five later on.

“He took me for granted. I’m just upset it took me so long to realize it.”

“Hey, don’t do that. You remembered your worth and didn’t let that jackass hurt you anymore. That’s queen status, if you ask me.” Make that a double high five.

The sounds of her locker being closed lead you to believe that the girls are about to walk away and end the conversation, but you soon stop dead in your tracks, yet again.

“There’s another reason that I ended things, though, and I’ve been meaning to tell you about it.”

“Ooh, do tell.”

Rosé clears her throat, and quickly checks to make sure the coast is clear before speaking again. Thank God she didn’t notice your presence.

“I’ve liked this person for a really long time, Jennie.” She confesses, before continuing. “They’re always there for me when I need them… and don’t even get me started on how adorable they are.”

Jennie chuckles at Rosé’s words, and you can see her shake her head. “What??” Rosé asks, pushing her shoulder lightly.

“You’ve got it bad. I’ve never seen you blush like that at just the thought of someone. And that’s saying something.”

Rosé hides her face in her hands, embarrassed but amused. “She’s just so incredible.”

Your heart stops, blood running cold in your veins, and your hand shoots up to cover your mouth. Does Jennie know she likes girls? SHE LIKES GIRLS?? I mean, you had thought so after that night but she’d never admitted it before.

“She?” Jennie asks gently, not even a trace of judgement in her tone. A little surprise, sure, but nothing bad. Rosé simply takes a deep breath and nods her head, waiting for her best friend’s reaction to her slip up. It’s not that she thought she would be unaccepting, just that these kinds of things were a little bit of a shock to hear sometimes.

“Well, who is she? I’ll have to do some snooping on your next potential love interest.”

Rosé lets out a giggle, and you almost blow your cover by laughing with her.

“You won’t be getting that information out of me yet, Jennie. No way.” She says, taking the other girl’s hand and leading her down the hallway, away from you.

Once alone again, you let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding. Could you be that girl?

Part 6: Presentation Day

As you make your way to your seat, you let out a tired yawn; you had stayed up late adding some last minute touches to your presentation. You wanted it to be a surprise for Rosé, so you hadn’t told her about what you had done. Hopefully she would enjoy it.

The other groups each took turns showcasing their projects and explaining what the prompt had meant to them. Some said “money”, “luxury”, “time”, etc. Your answer was a bit different than theirs, and you were excited to share it with everyone.

Once it was your turn to present, you made your way up to the front of the room, selecting the correct files and connecting your device with the projector. Rosé could sense that you were anxious, which wasn’t new for you; school presentations had always made you nervous. Silently, she took your hand within her own and rubbed her thumb across your knuckles. None of the class was paying much attention yet, since you were still technically getting set up, and you were beyond thankful for that intimate moment with her.

A short time later, you begin.

Rosé expertly introduces the different topics you chose to cover with the prompt, explaining their meaning with sincerity. Images of old couples smiling, holding one another close, graced the screen when she brought up “growing old together” as a finer thing in life. “Not everyone gets the opportunity to do that with who they love,” she said, and you noticed that her eyes went to you when she said that. Maybe you just imagined that last part, you thought to yourself. Surely so.

Other slides of animals, pets, and nature appeared as she continued her speech, followed by her suggestion that “the act of loving and preserving Earth and its creatures” is another finer thing in life.

This process continued, with you jumping in for the slides that you had chosen to take over for.

Upon hearing Rosé finish her last stretch of rehearsed dialogue, you look to your teacher, who gives you a subtle nod and smile. Rosé shoots you a confused look, but you don’t answer her with words. You move a nearby chair to face the board before bringing her to it. She sits, even more confused now, but trusting you.

You swallow nervously, and lick your lips. “Over these past couple months, Rosé and I shared new experiences,” with a click of the remote, images of your adventures flood the screen -- your trips to the lake, forest, park, and even the beach, capture the attention of the class. Rosé was right there with them, considering she had never seen some of these pictures, let alone expected you to present them. “We tried new foods, left our comfort zone, and learned more about each other.” More images popped up; some from when you went on a tour of the different restaurants around town, some from bungee jumping, cave exploring, and open water fishing.

“But as we grew closer, I realized more about myself in the process. I’m totally, utterly, and undeniably in love with you, Rosé.” The next set of candid images shows a new glint in your eyes when you look at each other; this was when you had really gotten in deep. You shyly raise your eyes to hers, your stomach in knots. Tears are quickly forming in her eyes, and she’s covering her mouth to quiet herself. “You make me happier than I’ve ever been, and life feels better with you. You are my finer thing in life.” Despite all of the emotions she’s feeling right now, she smiles at the dorky pictures of the two of you doing random things during your shared escapades.

Finally, you click to the last slide, revealing a series of pictures of you spelling out, “Be mine?”

This was the final straw; tears finally make their way down her face, spilling onto her soft cheeks. You nod at Mrs. Johnson the same way she had done before, and she swiftly bends down to grab something beneath her desk. When she returns, she hands you a single red rose. “OMG! A rose for Rosé, how cute!” One of your classmates yells from the back of the room, and you laugh aloud. That broke the tension, and soon all of you were giggling loudly together. “Well, whaddya say?” You ask, holding out the rose to her in offering. Wordlessly, she takes the flower and wraps her arms around your neck, connecting your lips in a long overdue kiss. The class erupts at this and she smiles against you.

“Mission accomplished.” Mrs. Johnson says to herself, once everyone is settled back in their seats and chatting about what happened. “I was hoping that would work out.” Confused, you decide to inquire. Reluctantly taking your eyes off of Rosé, you look to your teacher and ask, “Did you plan this from the beginning?” She gives you a curious look before scoffing, “I’m practically a matchmaker, Y/N. I saw the way the two of you looked at each other. It would’ve been a crime not to pair you up.”

Your mouth hangs agape as you look back to Rosé, finding her donning a similar expression. “I was tricked into the plan!” You realize, laughing with her. “It was destiny, then.” She says, pulling you in by your collar for yet another kiss, loving the feeling of your blushing cheeks against her own.

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peachhyychenle · 3 years

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bloom bloom, heart | h.rj

'bloom bloom pow! the moment i met you, i felt like i'd explode. my heart fluttered. i hope it's not a dream' - bloom bloom, the boyz

pairing: florist!renjun x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1.6k

for the nostalgic melodies event hosted by @knet-bakery

playlist: bloom bloom the boyz, life still goes on nct dream, dive into you nct dream, cherry kisses chungha

a/n: my first fic for an event!! i hope you all enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it. also,, go check out everyone else that participated in the event!! oh, i also haven't had the time to proof-read this so, sorry lmao.

summary: flowers held many different meanings, and renjun loved that. from giving someone a baby's breath to giving them peonies, he loved how up front the message was, yet how hidden it was to someone that didn't understand their true meanings. You had always adored flowers, the colours, the scents, the meanings. And so, every week, you would go into Floral Dreams, to buy new flowers to draw, however Renjun would always throw in additional flowers to express his ever-growing crush on you, unbeknownst to him you understood every word.

If you had told Renjun this time last year he would be working part time as a florist, he would've simply laughed. But yet here he is, adorning a black apron, rearranging the plants in the display cabinet.

Floral Dreams was a great place for Renjun. It was never too busy, it was a five minute walk to his apartment and, thanks to Donghyuck, he has learned far more about flowers in the past month than he has learned about art history at his uni classes. He would never admit it to him, but Renjun was intrigued by the meanings each flower held.

From the bluebell to the yellow carnation, every flower held a different meaning. At first, Renjun couldn't care less. They were just flowers after all, their only job to him was to sit and look pretty. However the longer he spent in the floristry, the more his curiosity and his passion grew.

And now here he was, currently wiping down the counter he had just used to arrange a bouquet for somebody's birthday.

As he returned behind the till, the soft chime of the shop door bell rang. He glanced over and locked eyes with you. You seemed to be a regular. always popping in on a Wednesday afternoon, no matter the weather, to buy different pre-made bouquets. At first, Renjun found it odd how you would only buy one particular colour palette of flowers or even just a singular flower, however as you came in more often than not with a camera bag over your shoulder along with a sketchbook poking out the top of the tote bag you carried, it started becoming clear why you would buy them.

His current theories are that you are an artist that just really liked to paint flowers (specifically pink and yellow varieties) or you're a plant mum that just has an apartment filled to the brim with colourful flowers and plants.

His first hunch was correct.

A few months ago, you had moved into Neo City in order to attend the local university and study fine art. It was an interesting place for sure. It was a quaint town yet there was always something going on, whether it be different celebrations for certain holidays or events, to small annual carnivals and parades that would happen.

During your first week of moving in, you had explored the town centre, natural curiosity getting the better of you. That was when you stumbled upon Floral Dreams. The forest green painting on the window frames along with several broad leafed plants sat outside the shop, charmed you.

You remember when you first met Renjun. It was a rainy Wednesday about a month after you had moved. Your classes had just finished and you decided to buy a small bouquet. Something to brighten your dreary dorm room. And so you headed to Floral Dreams. When you stepped into the shop, instead of the cheery greeting you would usually get from Donghyuck, you found that he was busy talking to another guy, Renjun.

Both boys had briefly glanced towards the door, with Donghyuck giving a small wave, whilst the other boy shot you a smile. He was cute.

Returning the wave with your own, you continued into the shop, looking at all the flowers, taking in their colours and scents. Five minutes had gone by and you had chosen all the flowers you had wanted and walked up to the counter to place your order.

You rang the small bell placed on the countertop and after a few seconds, the new guy from earlier emerged from the back room and properly greeted and introduced himself, Renjun.

To say he was pretty was an understatement. He had a soft smile, kind eyes and long hair which made him look ethereal. His voice was melodic. So melodic that you only snapped back to reality halfway through his sentence.

You purchased the flowers and had another look around the empty shop, this time to admire the blossoming flowers. Back at the counter, Renjun would glance at you, whilst he wrapped the bouquet, his mind thinking about your smile and vibe whilst his hands carefully wrapped the bouquet up.

When he was finished, he rang the desk bell to catch your attention. He handed you the flowers and you were on your way. Not before turning back to Renjun and shooting him one last smile with a cheerful goodbye.

From the moment you walked in, Renjun knew his heart had exploded and his slightly dull world would never be the same again.

Week after week you would come back to the shop. It was always at 4pm and it was always an hour into Renjun's shift. You guys had managed to acquaint yourselves and make small talk, with the weather and how both of you had been, being the usual topic of choice.

Today Renjun was determined to make a move. Whether it was changing the topic to be something more in depth, or giving his number to you, he was definitely going to do something. And so when you walked up to the counter to place your order, Renjun made his move. He asked the question that had been on his mind. Why in the heavens did you buy so many flowers? The laughter that followed made Renjun's heart flutter, it was beautiful.

You then proceeded to explain the reason you moved and why almost all the store's sales were from you. Upon hearing that you went to the same university he did, Renjun was enthralled and began talking about his passion for art and the history behind famous pieces.

Much to his dismay, his hands had a mind of their own, and had wrapped up your selected bouquet far too quickly for his liking. Just as you were about to grab the bouquet, Renjun let out a 'wait!' which made you pause.

He ran into the back room and came out a moment later with some ribbon along with a couple of gardenias and blue salvias. 'It'll make the bouquet look amazing, trust me' he said with that smile you had fallen for.

Once he was done, you took the flowers, bid him adieu and left, ready to take photographs of this masterpiece.

As soon as you left, Renjun let out a sigh of content and his heart started to calm down. He had a crazy idea to use what he had learned from Donghyuck, and to confess to you in the form of flowers.

It was a bold move, one that made him feel happy with himself.

Over the next couple of months the same routine would occur. You arrived, picked out flowers, ordered the bouquet, Renjun would wrap them up, you would take them, then leave.

However, as time went on, you began noticing flowers that you hadn't picked out.

For example, you had ordered a bouquet with mainly red flowers, with a couple of white ones to make it more visually appealing, however you don't really remember picking up the white camellia. Or that time you noticed a couple of yellow jasmines mixed with your sunflowers.

You eventually thought of looking up what these flowers meant. You knew one of your old high school flowers loved gardening and would often talk about flower meanings, but you had never paid any mind to them. Oh how you wish you had.

And so that's how you spent the evening on different websites looking at different meanings for all the flowers you could remember buying, and the definitions.

The morning after, you had a brilliant idea.

That next week, you came in at the usual time with a list on your phone of all the flowers you had never actually bought. You suspected that a certain someone kept slipping different flowers into your bouquet, which was actually quite sweet to you, however you were going to surprise him.

You picked out various flowers that were composed for a yellow, blue and white theme. You included the yellow jasmines and gardenias, along with the white camellias and blue salvias. Additional flowers were added and made a stunning bouquet, the best you had imagined yet.

For how quiet the shop was, your heart was thumping a lot louder than usual, despite this you walked to the till with a small smile. The normal routine went on, Renjun making conversation with you. The topic for today was conspiracies and aliens, which would usually be quite interesting to you, but your mind was in a different place.

Just as Renjun was tying the last ribbon up, a 'wait!' escaped your lips. A slightly startled Renjun paused to look at you. Dashing away to the front of the store, you picked out a red rose and walked back to where he was waiting.

Much to his surprise, you added the rose to the centre of the bouquet, pushed the bouquet towards him and then pulled out a letter that had been in your coat pocket and pushed it across the counter in his direction.

He froze. Almost everyone knew what a red rose meant.

He opened the letter. All the flowers he had given you with their meanings were listed, along with the red rose.

I love you.

Underneath was a small paragraph. His already racing heart began to explode as he read the words 'let's go on a date tomorrow' followed with your number underneath.

He looked back up to you. You were currently looking everywhere and anywhere that wasn’t Renjun.

Placing the letter down, he came around from behind the desk and hugged you. He could feel you tense up under him, however in a matter of seconds, your arms were around him, and a sigh of relief escaped your lips.

From the moment he met you, his heart had exploded, the colours in his world seemed to be brighter whenever you were there.

He loved hearing your laugh, seeing your smile, being in your presence.

Time felt non-existent with you.

He loved you, as much as you loved him.

And that was all he needed.

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queenofslytherin71 · 4 years

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Midnight Kisses and Confessions

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary : Bucky and reader confess their feelings and act upon their lust

Word count: 3187

Warnings: very smutty

"How did it feel being out in the field for the first time?" Bucky asked breaking the comfortable silence. "Honestly it felt great. It's better than waiting at the compound for you guys to come home from a mission," you said.

You made your way carefully up the stairs, because of the heels you were wearing, holding tightly on to the railing with Bucky walking patiently behind you. You winced with every step you took. You usually never wear stilettos, but it was acquired for the mission and it felt like your feet were on fire. You and Bucky were in a hotel for the night before you returned home on a flight tomorrow afternoon.

"You know Tony is only being protective over you. You're like a daughter to him." You sighed, "I know, but I've been with the team for like, I don't know two or three years and only until now have I been allowed to go on a mission." "When I first arrived at the compound, Tony didn't trust me to go out on a mission with the rest of the team no matter what Steve said to..." You stopped in your tracks and turned around to face him. "So you're saying he doesn't trust me?" Bucky looked up at you. "No Y/N what I'm trying to say is that Tony kept you away from the dangers of the missions, because he doesn't want anything to happen to you and because... he loves you." A shiver ran down your spine in the way he looked at you and how he said the last part of his sentence. You couldn't really describe it but, it was lustful with a tinge of something else. You loved how his chestnut hair framed his face and the stubble that covered his jawline, bringing out the sharpness of his cheekbones and the intensity of his blue eyes.The way his eyes raked over your body didn't go unnoticed by you. The satin royal blue dress accentuated your curves in every way, he thought. He quickly looked away when he saw you looking at him while he was shamelessly checking you out. You were about to turn when the seam of your dress were caught under your heel, causing you to lose your balance. A quick gasp left your lips. Bucky's actions was swift and sure when he caught you around your waist, before you could stumble down the staircase. Your arm wound around his neck. You looked at Bucky. Adrenaline coursing through your veins from the shock of almost falling and being this close to him, you could feel the warmth radiating from his body. You were sure he could hear your heart hammering in your chest. His gaze flicked from your eyes to your lips and back again. Seeing no hesitation in your eyes, he leaned forward."James," you whispered as he came closer.

Just as he was about to kiss you, an elderly couple past you and Bucky on the staircase, making you pull away from each other. The both of you continued to walk up again in an awkward silence until you finally reached the floor you were staying on. You opened your purse and pulled out your key card. Bucky cleared his throat and you turned to see him behind you. "I'll let Steve know that the mission was successful," he said without meeting your gaze. "Okay." You cursed yourself for your voice sounding so small. "I'll be across the hall if you need me," he added. His voice was hoarse. You saw the silver glint of his metal arm before he disappeared into his room and closing the door.

You closed the door behind you, your mind racing wildly. You had to take a deep breath to calm yourself. It was just a heat of the moment thing right? You kicked off your stilettos with a sigh of relief before heading to the bathroom.

It felt like it was too hot to sleep. Restless, you kept tossing and turning. You checked the time on your phone. Thirteen minutes past twelve.Realizing you weren't really that tired, you stood up and crossed the room. Shutting the door of your hotel room, you found yourself in front of his door. Thank god the hall was deserted, because you were only wearing a white oversized T-shirt and it might be even see through if you looked close enough. You debated whether or not you should knock. You have always been good friends, but of late he has been making you feel things you thought vanished long ago. Bucky was always there for you and you for him, but it feels like your friendship has shifted into something more. The way his eyes lingered on your every move or how he gave you his chair ever morning for breakfast, when Clint took yours. It was little things, but you loved it, you loved him.

If you go down this road with Bucky, your friendship will surely be ruined. You paced up and down the hallway, hoping you would grow a pair of balls and finally have enough courage to knock on his door. But wait, what if he was asleep? Fuck! Get a grip. Just do it, before any insecurities could flood your mind with doubt. "Okay, okay I'm gonna do it," you whispered to yourself and you finally knocked.

Bucky lay awake in his bed staring up at the ceiling, unable to calm his mind. God, he was so close, so close to kissing you. You didn't flinch at his touch or pull away, which he took as a good sign or maybe he was misreading the whole situation, but clearly there was sexual tension between the two of you. Bucky developed a little crush on you way back when you first came to live at the compound and he thought that he didn't have a chance because you were such good friends and he didn't want to ruin it, so he dismissed his feelings for you, until a few months ago it felt that all these emotions he felt for you was resurfacing stronger than before.

You easily became good friends with Sam and himself. You never judged him or looked at him in disgust as most civilians did when he past them in the street, reminding him of what he's done. Now only thoughts of you overtook him, heart, body and soul. Thoughts of kissing you. Thoughts of holding you in his arms. Thoughts of having you in his bed, pinned beneath him, screaming his name as he fucked you senseless. He groaned in frustration and sat up,rubbing his face, when a knock on his door pulled him out of his reverie.

Bucky opened the door and was surprised to see you standing in front of him, biting your bottom lip nervously, wearing only a t-shirt that left nothing to his imagination, your nipples hard against the fabric of your shirt. Bucky averted his eyes.

"Y/N," he simply said, leaning his metal arm against the doorframe. He was shirtless, wearing a pair of boxers and his hair was in disarray "Sorry did I wake you?" he shook his head. "Couldn't sleep."

"Me neither." You were drowning in those blue eyes. "You wanna come in?" he asked politely, moving his body out of the doorway so you could enter. Without another word you stepped into his room.

The dim light on his bedside table, gave the room a soft romantic glow. A minute past before you spoke."Bucky, I..." His eyes lit up when you spoke.

"Yeah?"

"I, damn I don't know how to say this. We've been friends for a while and tonight you made me feel things I haven't felt in a long time and there may be a chance that you..." You're ramblings were cut short by Bucky when he closed the distance between you, crashing his lips against yours. He caught you off gaurd, but you soon relaxed into the kiss as he pulled you closer.

His mouth was soft on yours. Your hands rested against his warm chest, his tongue teasing your mouth open and you let him in. You could feel your t-shirt ride up as his arms tightened around you, like he was afraid you might slip away. You were enveloped by everything that was Bucky. His smell, his warmth and the feel of his tongue moving against yours.

He drew back, his forehead resting against yours, eyes closed and breathing hard. He chuckled softly. "What?" you ask, feeling like you're floating, the touch of his mouth still linger on your lips. He opens his eyes. "It's just that, I wanted to do that for so long now. It feels... unreal." You feel the irregular beat of his heart thrumming beneath your fingertips. "It's real Bucky, this," you motion between you and him, "is real." Your voice barely above a whisper.

Both his hands cup your face lovingly. The cold metal was welcoming to your hot skin. "You have captured me, body and soul. I can't seem to stop thinking about you, nor do I want to. You are something else Y/N. I love you." His sparkling eyes told you that he meant every word. "I love you too Bucky." He smiles warmly, eyes twinkling with adoration. Your arms snake around his neck, pulling him down for your lips to meet his once again. This time the kiss is more desperate, more intense. Lips and tongues in a brutal war for dominance. He draws back reluctantly, gasping as if he was underwater and finally came back up for oxygen. "Do you want this? Because if we go further, I'm afraid I won't be able to stop."

You wanted him. You wanted him in more ways than one. More than you wanted anything else. You nod vigorously. "I want you. I don't want you to stop." With a growl he lifts you up, your legs locked around his waist as he carries you over to the bed.

He drops you down, covering your body with his. His lips never leaving yours. You moan ad he bit your bottom lip, his hands moving beneath your t-shirt. He gently cups and squeeze your breasts, earning a low growl from him. Your nipples erect in his hands. You moan softly at the sensation he's creating. He moves his mouth down your jaw to that sensitive spot on your throat, leaving a trail of wet kisses. "Bucky," you say breathlessly as his fingers continue to toy with your nipples, while his mouth decorates your neck with purple hickeys. "The things I want to do to you," he says, grinding his hard-on against your clothed cunt.

You gasp at the pleasurable friction as his erection grinds against your bundle of nerves, leaving a wet patch on your underwear. "You fucking drive me crazy doll." You reach up and push his hair out of his face, not without noticing how soft it was. He pecks your lips with kiss before he moves to get rid of your t-shirt. His eyes seemed bottomless and feel like you can drown in those orbs for all eternity.

You lift your arms as he pulls the material over your head. Bucky tossed the t-shirt over his shoulder. He bends down and licks your nipple and repeats his action to the other one, before he wraps his mouth fully around your hardened buds.</p><p>You arch your back into his mouth as he sucks on your nipples, drawing soft moans from you. You could feel your arousal build up as he moves his mouth down your belly, his fingers toying with the waistband of your panties. Your fingers card through his hair while he pulls the lacey material down your legs.

He pushed your knees up and spread your legs. You were not in the least bit shy with him looking down at you, entirely exposed to his eyes. Everything about being with Bucky felt right. "So beautiful," he says in awe, his eyes raking hungrily over your body. It feels like he's been staring at you forever and you just need him to touch you. He noticed how wet you were, lips glistening with arousal. He licks his lips.

"Please touch me," you beg. He smirks at your desperate state, cheeks red, eyes bright, lips parted and inviting. His eyes were dark with lust, it was as if desire changed their colour in some fundamental way. "You're dripping wet doll. Can't wait to be inside you." Dirty talk, you should've known he'd be into it and it only fueled the flame inside you.

He dips his head down between your legs, licking a long stripe across your pussy lips, making you gasp. Bucky gently parts your folds and flicks his tongue against your clit. "O-oh Bucky... yes." He groans against your core, sending delicious vibrations into your pussy. "Pussy taste so divine darling," his voice was hoarse with lust. He teases your entrance with swirls of his tongue.

You were a moaning mess, gasping as he slipped his tongue inside you, grasping his head and pushing his face into your aching core. "Fuck James... Make me come." He devoured your cunt like a starved man, lapping up your slick. Bucky replaced his tongue with one metal digit. You arched your back, the cold of the metal felt wonderful inside your cunt. He added another finger into you and watched your face contort in bliss as he pushed them in and out of you. "You like that doll? You like me finger fucking you like this? God you look so beautiful right now."

He continuously flicks his tongue over your clit as his fingers penetrate you deeply, brushing your g-spot and making you scream. "I'm so close, so close," you muttered on the brink of your orgasm. Bucky wraps his lips around your clit and sucks hard. You scream his name as you fell head first of the edge into your earth shattering climax. Bucky laps up all your juices, prolonging your orgasm.

"Fuck, that was..." You pause to catch your breath and to find the right word. "Mindblowing." Bucky presses a kiss to your mound and crawls up to you and pecks your lips lovingly. "I wish I knew you were so talented with your tongue earlier." Bucky laughs wholeheartedly at your statement, his body shaking with laughter and pride. Bucky beamed down at you, a dark glint in his eyes. "Well, if you think I'm talented with my tongue, you have no idea what I can do with my cock." A cheeky smirk was plastered on his face. You bit your lip, your hand reaching down to grasp his erection inside his boxers. He groaned, resting his head in your neck. "Fuck doll." He was large and heavy in your hand. Your thumb glided over the tip that was sticky with precum.

"Well I was hoping to find out tonight Barnes, but it seems to me that you prefer to brag instead of showing me what you can really do," you teased, knowing you had him in your power. You let go off him. He growled and pressed his mouth to yours. The kiss so intense, it was bruising. You moaned into his mouth, wrapping your arms around him and pushing his boxers off with your feet. He kicked off his boxers and spread your legs wider, his cock teasing your folds.

"You're in for one hell of a ride darling," he said, his cock pressing against your aching entrance. "Gonna ruin this pretty pussy, make it all mine." You moaned, desperate for him to be inside you. "Yes Bucky... please." He groaned as he eased into you. You gasped as he entered you, your walls stretching around him, causing him to let out a carnal moan as he sank deeper into your wet heat.

"Fucking shit! You're so tight around me Y/N." Your legs entwined around his waist. Bucky's arms wrap around your body, your breasts pressing against his chest. God he felt so good inside you, stretching the hell out of you, but you were never so turned on in your life. Your eyes were rolling in the back of your head as he bottomed out. Bucky was breathing heavily, resting his head in the crook of your neck as you adjusted to his size. Bucky pressed a kiss to your temple.

"Buck, I need you to move please," you whispered. He nodded. "Just give me a second doll, you feel so good wrapped around me, it's hard enough not to come right now."

He's hands slid over your body and held on to your hips as he pulled out slowly and eased back into you. You felt every inch of him inside you. He moaned into the crook of your neck, the sound was music to your ears. "Mmm... fuck," you groaned, throwing your head back as he rocked into you. Bucky bit your shoulder when your walls involuntarily clenched around him.

"Harder Bucky." He complied thrusting into you with much more force than before. "Your cunt's so hot and wet for me," Bucky whispered into your ear. You nails clawed at his back as he angled his hips, making him go deeper into you. He hissed at the scrape of your nails across his skin. He kept his eyes on you as you pushed back against him, the headboard smacking against the wall with the intensity of his thrusts.

The room was filled with obscene sounds of your moans, the smacking of skin against skin and Bucky's filthy words that turned you on so much. "Yes, yes, yes!" Bucky grabbed your arms and held them above your head as he fucked you into the mattress. "Christ! Are you close Y/N?" Bucky panted.

You could only nod. He drew back and slammed his hips into you, making you scream out his name in pleasure. "I'm gonna fill your pussy up with my come... Fuck I'm so close -uh!" You arched your back as his cock hit your g-spot over and over, making you see stars.

"I'm coming Bucky!" You screamed. He grit his teeth as your walls painfully clenched around him when you came, triggering his release. "I love you. I love you. I love you," he muttered over and over as he came.

The blissed out expression on your face was a sight to behold. He wished this moment can last forever. You cup his face and press a kiss to his sweaty forehead. He smiles at you tiredly. "I love you too," you say for the second time that night.

He pulls out of you with a hiss, looking down at his come leaking out of your swollen pussy. "That is fucking hot," he whispers. You sit up to see what he was talking about.

"I don't think we're going to get much sleep tonight doll" You smiled knowingly. You looked up at him underneath your lashes seductively.

"We have plenty of time to sleep tomorrow, we only have to catch the plane at noon," you said with a smirk.

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Old School X is a project interviewing X-Files fanfic authors who were posting fic during the original run of the show. New interviews are posted every Tuesday.

Interview with Audrey Roget

Audrey Roget has 10 fics at Gossamer, with some different ones at AO3, fanfiction.net, and her website. You might know her from her very good fics or as part of Musea, a collective that all wrote fic and posted X-Files fic recs. I’ve recced some of my favorites of her stories here before, including Three Times Dana Scully Didn’t Go to San Diego for Christmas and The Shirt. Big thanks to Audrey for doing this interview.

Does it surprise you that people are still interested in reading your X-Files fanfics and others that were posted during the original run of the show (1993-2002)? A little, yes. Not so much by folks who were around in those days. I sometimes go hunting for beloved stories from the early years, both those I read and loved, and those I never got around to. I am always delighted to hear that later generations of fans have stumbled across my stuff, especially since I haven’t posted anything new in a number of years. It’s fantastic that both years-long fans and new ones are out there continuing to rec fic from all eras, and to maintain archives for fans yet-to-be born. What do you think of when you think about your X-Files fandom experience? What did you take away from it? What did you take away from your experience with X-Files fic or with the fandom in general? It may sound corny, but the main thing I think of, and the thing that has ultimately been most valuable and lasting, has been the friendships. The feeling of having found a tribe – not just of TXF fans, but of other people who could be as enthusiastically engaged as I was (if not more so) with fictional stories and characters – was mind-blowing. Since I was a kid, I had often mulled over the books/movies/TV I loved and speculated internally about what happened off the page or off-screen, or created new stories for characters in my head. But, except for an elementary school phase where I and my two BFFs regularly played Charlie’s Angels, I hadn’t engaged in that kind of gleeful immersion in a fictional world with others until TXF fandom. My involvement in fandom followed pretty quickly from getting hooked on the show, so for me, it’s all one big ball of experiences. Even as my interest in/involvement in fandom has waxed and waned over the years, I’ve been lucky to remain friends with wonderful people who I originally connected with as fellow fans.

Social media didn't really exist during the show's original run. How were you most involved with the X-Files online (atxc, message board, email mailing list, etc.)? What got you involved with X-Files fanfic?

My initial entrée to the fandom was through fanfiction. I didn’t get interested in the show until mid-season 5. Around the same time, I read an article in a zine called Might (co-founded by Dave Eggers) about this thing called fanfiction that people would write and publish online. At first I thought it was satire or a joke – the fic cited involved Wilma Flintstone and a polished sabre tooth, as I recall – but then realized this was an actual thing. So I figured that a show then at the peak of pop culture must have fanfiction, and I went looking. Early on, I scrolled atxc on a daily basis and downloaded stories. But I didn’t engage in discussions about the show on Usenet, since I only knew how to access it with my Earthlink email client, and I didn’t want to post using my real name.

Later, I set up a pseud address with Yahoo and subscribed to a couple of email fanfic/discussion lists, and stayed subscribed to those for years. There was also a period in there somewhere – of maybe only a year or so, when I think about it – when I’d often nerd out into the wee hours with other fans via IM chat groups. That was around the time the small writers’ collective Musea was founded, and we were active for several years after the show’s initial run. In the early aughts, I followed many authors to LiveJournal and eventually set up my own account and stayed involved in fandom that way, until it mostly dispersed as well. What was it that got you hooked on the X-Files as a show? In a word: Chemistry. I had casually watched a couple of episodes during the first four seasons, but I’m not a huge sci-fi/horror fan at heart, and the story lines didn’t immediately grab me. But I happened to tune into The Red and the Black in 1998, and BOOM. For the first time, the intense layers of emotion and attraction between Mulder and Scully really struck me – and then of course, upon further viewing, I realized it was unmissable, an essential element in the fabric of the show. As a wise woman once said, a switch had been flicked. Mulder and Scully’s magnetism was like nothing I’d ever seen, and though I eventually came to appreciate the storytelling, humor, production values, and other components that made the series so successful, watching those characters interact has always been what kept me coming back. Were you involved with any fandoms after the X-Files? If so, what was it like compared to X-Files? I was part of a list-serv discussion group for The West Wing for a while, which was a fun melding of character and plot analysis with political discussion. Later, I got into the House, MD fandom, again mostly as a fanfic reader/writer. I was finding that other fandoms, unlike TXF, were more dispersed, the networks of people structured more loosely, if at all. There were fanfic and discussion communities on LiveJournal, and fanfiction.net was the other main hub for posting and reading, but if there was anything centralized like Gossamer, Ephemeral, or the Haven, I never found it. Within all those fan communities, as in TXF, there were partisans for various characters and pairings, and flame wars erupted over plot developments that outraged this faction or that. One main difference was that those other shows had larger, ensemble casts and more varied subplots. So on one hand, there was more opportunity to explore back stories and multiple perspectives. In House MD in particular, there were several entrenched rival shipper camps, which were about equally grounded in canon, rather than TXF’s central ship. I was less into TWW fic, but my impression was that readers were less militant about their pairing preferences than TXF or House fans. Who are some of your favorite fictional characters? Why?

I was deeply fascinated by Greg House for several years. (And the love-hate chemistry between him and Lisa Cuddy was a strong draw for me.) House MD came early in a wave of TV shows centered on anti-heroes, and Hugh Laurie brought amazing complexity and thoughtfulness to the character.

Philip and Elizabeth Jennings (The Americans) are a lethal pair of antiheroes. The inherent moral conflict of a sympathetic narrative from their POVs, and the global political conflict they embody was TV catnip for me. The internal struggles at the hearts of those characters were so exquisitely written and performed, they completely fascinate me.

The West Wing felt so much like a show created specifically for me. I’m especially fond of story arcs and scenes that centered on CJ Cregg, Charlie Young, and Josh Lyman. Though I loved Martin Sheen’s human portrayal of Jed Bartlet, the fact that he was the President always made him a little untouchable in my mind. But CJ, Charlie, and Josh were basically hard-working functionaries who were ambitious and idealistic and funny and flawed, and they spoke to me. What is your relationship like now to X-Files fandom? Do you ever still watch The X-Files or think about Mulder and Scully? Do you ever still read X-Files fic? Fic in another fandom?

I do continue to think about Mulder and Scully and watch episodes somewhat often. I’ll sometimes run a favorite episode as background when I want something comforting on. I read TXF fic pretty regularly, which can inspire me to go back and watch a particular episode or story arc I haven’t thought about in years. Just recently, I started listening to The X-Files Diaries podcast (@XFDPodcast, @admiralty-xfd), and that’s a fun dive into the characters, and how other fans react to and interpret episodes.

Every once in a while, a TV show or movie – and more particularly, the characters – will grab my attention and make me curious about how fanfic writers have interpreted the original material. Random example, I saw Singin’ in the Rain for the first time in a theatre a couple of years ago, and the chemistry of the three leads sent me to AO3 as soon as I got home. I also loved the first season of Mercy Street and found some well-done stories in that fandom. I usually peruse the Yuletide gifts every year and have been amazed by the sheer variety, creativity and cheekiness of the output. There are a bunch of other shows I’ve followed faithfully, and sought out fanfic – Broadchurch, The Killing, Agents of SHIELD, Elementary, The Good Wife. Although I’ve found some well-written stuff in those fandoms, I’ve rarely gotten the same charge from them as reading TXF fic. Do you have any favorite X-Files fanfic stories or authors?

syntax6 (@syntax6) – Universal Invariants/Laws of Motion. I’d also shout out to syn’s Hunter fics, too – well worth reading even for those who have never seen or particularly loved the show itself.

JET – I re-read Small Lives Awake every year around Thanksgiving time. Other annual holiday re-reads: Revely’s The Dreaming Sea and Jordan’s Through the Fire (both set at Halloween).

Amal Nahurriyeh’s Casey universe – the rare post-col fic that felt hopeful, made extra intriguing by a kick-ass original character. [Lilydale note: the series starts with Machines of Freedom and has lots of additional fics and snippets.]

Prufrock’s Love – Finding Rokovoko was genuinely terrifying and tender.

melforbes (@melforbes) – Seaglass Blue is a recent favorite, lyrical and bittersweet.

These are just a few (apologies to those that didn’t come to mind immediately). Fortunately for readers, there’s an astonishing number of authors who have written in TXF fandom whom you can depend on for a good yarn, insightful character study, and/or ingenious “fixes” where 1013 went awry.

What is your favorite of your own fics, X-Files and/or otherwise?

Probably the two set in my own (former) backyard of Southern California: Enivrez-vous and Ravenous. I’d first read the Baudelaire poem that was the source of the former’s title back in university days, so I was tickled to be able to use a few lines as an epigraph. Do you think you'll ever write another X-Files story? Or dust off and post an oldie that for whatever reason never made it online? It’s not out of the realm possibility. I’d meant for “Three Times Dana Scully Didn’t Go to San Diego for Christmas” to be followed up with “And One Time She Did.” In fact, the idea for that never-finished story was what inspired “Three Times” in the first place. I have a couple of scenes sketched out and – unusually for me – even know exactly how to end it. Every year, November rolls around, and I think I should finish and post it…maybe in 2021?

Where do you get ideas for stories? Sometimes it’s from my environment. “Enivrez-vous” and “Ravenous” describe places that I’m fond of, that made me want to place Mulder and Scully there. “What Not to Wear” has that element too – I set it in Memphis as a tribute to a great trip there with a sister Musean. But WNTW was also inspired by a kink challenge in a years-ago LiveJournal thread, so sometimes ideas come from fandom discussions or even other fanfics. In the House MD fandom, a fic by another writer made me want to continue the story, and the author kindly allowed an authorized sequel. What's the story behind your pen name? I wanted my pseudonym to sound like it could be a real person’s name – or at least, maybe like a romance writer’s pen name – rather than an online handle. I also wanted to use a slightly obscure fictional character, to amuse anyone in the know. I had long had a bit of an obsession with Whit Stillman’s 1990s film trilogy, which started with Metropolitan; the 3rd installment, Last Days of Disco, came out the same year I started down the TXF rabbit hole: 1998. The central heroine of Metropolitan – who is mentioned in or makes a cameo in the other two – is Audrey Rouget, a lover of Austen and, eventually, a book editor. I altered the spelling of the last name as a nod to every writer’s companion, Roget’s Thesaurus. Do your friends and family know about your fic and, if so, what have been their reactions? I have a few close friends – from outside TXF fandom – who know that I’ve written fanfic. I don’t know if they know my pseud; if they do, or if they’ve ready any of the fic, they haven’t said so to me. They are fannish sorts themselves, but not really TXF fans. A smattering of other friends and family members know or could intuit that I’ve been a fangrl on some level for years. My boss, whom I’ve known for about 3 years, recently mentioned off-handedly that she was really obsessed with TXF “back in the day,” and I am DYING to know if she got involved in fandom, but don’t think I’ll ever work up the courage to ask.

Is there a place online (tumblr, twitter, AO3, etc.) where people can find you and/or your stories now? Most of the X-Files stuff continues to be generously and steadfastly archived by Forte at The Basement Office. The House MD stories and some TXF things are at fanfiction.net; same for AO3. If ever post anything new, it will probably go to TBO and AO3. I really ought to get it all together in one place, one of these days…

(Posted by Lilydale on April 6, 2021)

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