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TOO HOT TO HANDLE.

PART III

Seungmin x reader. (s)

Too Hot To Handle Masterlist

Synopsis: You and Seungmin become contestants in a reality dating show, Too Hot To Handle. (12,7k words)

Author's note: Sorry for making you guys wait so long for this one but hope you like it? Be careful with the angst though >,<

LANA: [Chimes] It's quite clear from their multiple rule breaks that they're not taking this process seriously. What they don't know is that this is their last chance to prove they're here for the right reasons. If they fail in the suite, then their time at the retreat will be over.

"Oh?"

You gasp in awe at the romantic setting in the private suite, with candles lit and the sight of the bed scattered with rose petals on top. You turn to look at Seungmin and delightfully sigh, "This is nice!"

You waddle to the end of the bed to grab a bucket of chilled champagne, handing the bottle to Seungmin so he can open it for you.

Feeling mischievous, he holds the bottle with both hands and aggressively shakes it with a devilish smirk on his face.

"What are you doing? Why are you— Ow!" You squeal as the wine sprays out of the bottle and you reflexively take a step away to avoid the spillage.

You already know that's something he'd most likely do and only laugh at it, holding the glasses high so he can fill them with the white wine.

"Cheers!" You both exclaim, clinking the champagne flutes together before taking a sip.

You look around the room and notice all the things displayed on the bedside tables, a whole bowl of condoms, a selection of sex toys and you take a closer look to read the bottles, finding out they are lubricant and massage oil.

You pick up a heart-shaped whip and swing it in the air, "Are you going to use it on me?"

Seungmin leans against the frame of the bed, "I'll think about it," he coyly answers.

Everyone else must be restless with the two of you are alone in a private suite and potentially break more rules but that's something you can think about later. For now, you want to enjoy your time here with Seungmin and he's looking effortlessly hot in his fitted white shirt that enhances his broad shoulders.

You walk back to your champagne and stand in front of Seungmin, putting your hand on his waist as you ask, "So, what's our game plan?"

He calmly sips his wine and holds it down, "I think we should keep our clothes on," he suggests.

You let out a low chuckle at his foolproof suggestion and sip your wine.

Seungmin puts his glass away and comes up with an idea, "Stay here!"

You obey him and stand where you are as he pulls the duvet, sending the rose petals littering the bedroom floor. He then takes your wine glass and starts putting it around you. You're laughing as he keeps wrapping you in the duvet and with your hands stuck to your sides, limiting your mobility.

"This is your best plan?" You doubtfully ask.

He nods as he observes his work then smiles in satisfaction, "We're not going to rule break," he confidently says.

You tip your head to the side and sigh, walking in tiny steps to plop down on the end of the bed. Just from walking a few steps away, you can already feel your body heating, "Then how am I going to drink?"

He finishes his wine to help you drink yours, instead of taking your glass, he grabs the bottle.

"Open your mouth!" He says.

It's unclear why you always submit to his wishes, you open your mouth and slightly tilt your head to the back. Slowly, he pours the wine into your mouth.

Seungmin is softly laughing at how you allowed him to do this to you and he hurriedly tips the bottle as the wine spills out of the corner of your mouth.

You burst into laughter once you swallow the wine with your chin wet with the sweet wine, "I can't even wipe it," you whine.

"I'll help you," he says, holding your face by the chin and he leans in to lick it clean.

Since it is not against the rule, you let his hot tongue lick the corner of your mouth then wipe it with his thumb after. Frankly, that feels a lot more sensual than a kiss.

"I'm getting hot," you honestly tell him, feeling your neck and back start to damp with sweat.

Seungmin knows that you also meant it figuratively, that your body not only getting hot outside but also inside. A smirk forms on his angular face that takes his attractiveness to a whole another level.

"I know," he casually says as he gulps the rest of his wine.

YOU: Lana, I can only handle so much. Sharing a bed with him is already hard and now you let us alone in the suite?

"Seungmin!" You softly call from the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the bathtub with a bathrobe on.

With the open bathroom, Seungmin sits on the bed and watches you dipping your hand in the warm, scented water to get the bath ready for both of you.

"You know what time it is, Seungmin?" You ask with a seductive daze.

Seungmin is too busy watching you to answer you, he leans back and spreads his legs open as you come up to him. You slowly walk with your hips swinging, teasing him with the ties around your bathrobe. Leaving only a few feet of space, you stop in front of him and answer your own question.

"It's sexy time!" You announce, untying your bathrobe and letting it fall onto the floor, exposing your naked body except for the thin white underwear you're wearing.

You put all of your hair to the back and then take another step closer to him, presenting yourself to him with eyes that stir something inside of him.

Seungmin tries too hard to remain calm but how? You look so undeniably beautiful and sexy, he wants to make love to you and ruin you at the same time.

You take his hand and put it on your left hip, "Do you like what you see?"

He wants to test his limits so he bravely puts his other hand on your waist, drawing you closer until you sit, straddling him on the edge of the bed, "I'd like it more if I can touch it," he answers.

You put your hands around his neck and drop your voice low, "You can touch," you say.

Then tilt your head to the side as you continue talking, "But it comes with a price."

He uses his knuckle to rub it up and down your spine, feeling how soft you are under his touch. He draws a breath and slowly lets it out.

"New game plan," he suddenly announces.

"Okay, let's hear it," you enthusiastically respond.

"How much do we have left?"

"Of the prize money?"

He nods to answer your question.

"70 grand something," you vaguely answer.

He rests his hand on the arch of your back as he uses his other hand to support himself, "How much for sex?"

"40 grand," you shortly answer.

He bobs his head as he calculates everything in his head, "If we had sex then what can we do with the rest of the money?"

You let out a chuckle hearing his rough calculation that goes against the initial plan, "You want to spend all of it?"

"Why not?" He coyly answers.

There's no use in making his answer make sense so you play along with him, "I mean... we can use it to give each other head?" You give him ideas.

He places his hands on each side of your waist, planting his fingers deep in the flesh, "And that would be how much?"

"Mmh... like 20 to 30 grand, I think?" You wildly guess.

He likes how your hand softly scratches the hair on the nape of his neck as you speak and he's afraid that he'll be too relaxed to even think about the money at stake. He decides to put his arms around you once more and clasps them together on your back.

"And we'll still have $4,000 left..." he simply resolves, tightening his hold around you and sending your breasts squashed between your chests.

"Before we get to do all that..." you pause to place a kiss on his neck and tilt your head to the side, "The bath is ready."

With another soft kiss on his jaw, you slowly get off his lap and hold your hand out at him, leading him to the bathroom. You turn around and place your hands on his chest, begin unbuttoning his shirt.

"I know how to take my shirt off," he says, taking the duty off you.

You narrow your eyes at him as he unbutton the rest and when Seungmin thinks you'll find something else to do, you hook your fingers in the waistband of his jeans, then pull him close.

"Let me help you take this off then," you murmur, swiftly popping open the button of his jeans then slowly, you unzip the fly.

Seungmin subtly smirks at you and continues parting open his shirt, putting his shirt away next to the sink. He hurriedly takes your hands away from anywhere near his crotch and puts them around his waist instead.

"I'm just trying to help," you innocently say with a sly smile.

He knows exactly what you're doing. You want to tease him, test him, and keep pushing him to the limit but you know what? You're not going to be the only one having fun here.

Without warning, he puts his arms around you and lifts you bridal-style, you're squealing not knowing that he's about to put you into the bathtub. The water sloshes out of the tub but Seungmin is too busy laughing at how the water gets all over you, but he didn't expect to get this view of your body drenched and soaked in scented, milky white water.

You splash water at his legs as a way to try to get back at him but Seungmin, an athlete with a good reflex he is, quickly steps away to avoid it.

"I'm just trying to help," he says back to you with a coy smile.

SEUNGMIN: No, I'm still not going to break any rules with her.

"Which one are you going to use?"

Seungmin probably doesn't hear you as he's focusing on which sex toy he wants to use on you, observing every toy meticulously like he's never seen it before.

He picks up the fuzzy handcuffs and hands them to you, "Here."

You take it from him and laugh as he gives an unclear instruction on whether he wants you to wear it or want you to put it on him.

"What do you want me to do with it?" You ask, sitting in the middle of the bed dressed in the tiniest night dress you took with you to the private suite.

Seungmin ignores your question again as he rummages through the tray of sex toys. After a moment, he puts his attention back on you, "Put it on!"

You're confused as to why he's not the one doing it, "Why don't you...?"

He gets on it, puts the handcuffs around your wrists, and makes sure it's locked.

"Oh, I've never been handcuffed before," you share while checking the strength of the cuffs around your wrists.

"Me too," Seungmin says.

"You're going to get handcuffed next," you blurt out.

"No," he deadly refuses.

"That's not fair!" You complain.

Seungmin seems to have settled his decision on the sex toy, picking up the heart-shaped leather whip with him as he climbs onto the bed.

"Get on your four!" He orders.

"Why?" You ask yet you're obeying him, propping your elbows and knees against the mattress.

Seungmin places his hand on the nape of your neck before dragging it down, tracing the arch of your back. Just the simplest of his touch is enough to send a shudder down your spine. He grabs a fistful of your silk night dress and lifts it to your waist, exposing your bare butt in thin black underwear.

You look over your shoulder to see what he's doing, "Be nice, pl—"

Before you can even finish your sentence, he uses the leather whip to land a slap on your buttcheek, "Oh!" You gasp in surprise.

You're still processing the first slap when he lands another one on the other butt cheek and skin slapping sound echoes in the room, "Oh..." you gasp again.

It stings a little but bearable, you wiggle your butt and decide to provoke him, "Harder, come on!"

Seungmin glides the leather whip down your thigh and slaps you there, twice and harder as you ask.

"Harder! Don't be shy!" You encourage.

It doesn't take long for Seungmin to get the hang of it, discovering your sensitive places with the leather whip and enjoying every second of it. When he hears you yelp in pain though, Seungmin abruptly stops to check on you, "Did it hurt?"

"Mmm-hmm," you confirm with a hum.

He then uses his hand to rub the skin, it works to soothe the pain but feeling his big hand rubbing your butt cheek makes you flutter inside.

"I'm going to continue, okay?" He says, indirectly asking for your consent.

"Can you grab the pillow for me first, baby?" You sweetly ask.

He does what you said, taking the pillow and placing it under you as you get tired from propping your elbows against the bed.

You hold the pillow under your chest but keep your ass jutting up for him, "Okay, you can continue now," you tell him.

You feel his hand rubs up the back of your leg and stops at the back of your knee, "Open your legs a little wider," he orders.

You immediately obey, putting a gap between your legs and adjusting yourself to the new position, "How long are we going to do this?" You casually ask as Seungmin is touching you all over with the leather whip.

"Until I finish," he simply answers.

"Then when are we going to spend the $40,000? I thought we— OW!" You yelp again as he slaps your inner thigh without you knowing.

He knows where your limit is and only slaps you hard enough that you can tolerate it, but it seems like he doesn't want to keep going, he only uses the leather whip to touch you. It's getting dangerous that it's going between your legs and he rubs it against your clothed core, making you giggling in response.

"Baby, I'm getting horny here," you shamelessly admit.

But that makes him want to tease you more as he lands a gentle slap on your clothed core.

"Oh..." you moan.

There's no stopping him now that he knows your sensitive spot, you let your body collapse onto the bed and shut your legs as a way to stop him.

"That's enough," you tell him, burying your face in the pillow to hide your flustered face.

He gets rid of the whip and hovers on top of you, his hand removing the hair covering your face so he can place a kiss on your cheek, "We're going to spend $40,000, remember?" He murmurs close to your ear.

Seungmin holds your hair so he can plant his mouth on your neck and places kisses there, hot and wet like your situation down under.

You lowly giggle as he switches to the other side of the neck and does the same thing, he doesn't hesitate to put his body on top of you as he kisses your neck.

"Mmh... baby," you breathlessly moan.

Even though you're handcuffed, you keep gripping the pillow to resist the urge to touch him. You start to your senses the more he plants kisses on you.

"We have to be good," you remind him.

"We have to— Oh!" Your eyes are fluttering open and close as he nibbles on your ear.

"We have to what?" He asks with his hot breath fanning your cheek.

You rake your brain to recall what you were trying to say to him earlier, it takes you a minute to finally get it, "We have to get those watches, baby," you say.

His body is pressing on you yet you like how you can feel his whole body behind you, including his hardening member against his boxer. He curves his arm around your neck and grabs your chin, turning your head at him so he can make a trail of kisses along your jaw.

"Fuck the watches," he says with his lips only inches away from yours.

You have your eyes closed the whole time but you dare yourself to open them, looking at him as you say, "Mmh, yeah, fuck the watches."

YOU: I really want the watch but... [shrugs][smirks]

It must be the nicest sleep you ever had because why it feels like it was only a minute ago you went to sleep and you already woke up again. It couldn't get better as you wake up to Seungmin looking like a fluffy puppy with his bare face and tousled hair, you can't help but smile at the sight of him.

"Morning, fluffy baby," you croak.

Seungmin opens his eyes for a second then turns over on the bed, resting his head on your chest, and closes his eyes again.

"Do you want to go back to the villa?" You randomly ask as you play with his dark hair.

He doesn't answer but quietly breathes, syncing it with the falling and rising of your chest.

"You know what, let's just stay here," you playfully say with a quick kiss on the top of his head.

A few minutes pass with Seungmin taking a short nap on your chest, he drags himself out of the duvet and sits with his back against the headboard.

You follow suit, sitting next to him and gently resting your head on his shoulder, quietly relishing all the feelings from last night.

As you look at him, you're fluttering inside and it's been like that since last night, like a kaleidoscope of butterflies flying around in your stomach.

"Last night was amazing, don't you think?"

"Mmh," he hums in agreement as his mouth is full of water.

You put your hand on his and it turns into comparing hand sizes, surely, his hand is bigger than yours and that's exactly why you like it.

You like it more when his hands are on you, touching you all over like he did last night, his fingertips on your skin. What you like the most though is how he knows when to be rough and when to be gentle, or how to mix those two to make you all sort of things.

"I'll always remember it," you mutter with a delightful sigh.

He turns his head at you, "Remember what?"

"Last night," you answer.

"As what?" He asks with a sly smile on his face.

The sun is shining bright outside but his smile is brighter. You can't help but smile too and before he notices, you quickly clear your throat.

"As the first time I got handcuffed," you answer.

Seungmin nods in approval of your answer. He takes another sip of water and licks his lips after.

"We should spend $30,000 before we go," he says.

It's not about the money anymore, you feel a bit sad that your alone time with him is going to end soon. Then again, how can you say not to get a head from him?

You put the duvet away and spread your legs open, "You can take the first turn to give me head."

YOU: Last night, having Seungmin all to myself... whew! [Fans neck]

As the two of you are having breakfast on the balcony, Seungmin can see that everyone is heading to the cabana and that could only mean one thing: Lana is calling them there.

"They're going to the cabana," Seungmin informs you.

You dust off your hands and join him, looking down from the balcony to see everyone is already gathered in the cabana.

"Oh, fuck..." your curse gradually turns into a low sigh.

"We should tell them right away," he suggests because admitting it right away is a safer choice, or that's what Seungmin reckons.

You tug at the sleeve of his t-shirt and meekly say, "I'm scared."

Seungmin understands what you feel but there's no need to be scared, you're not the only one doing it, you're in it with him. He places his hand on the small of your back, "We got this," he comforts you.

The trip to the cabana is like a drag down to hell, Seungmin can see that you're tempted to retreat the closer it gets to the destination. He firmly holds you back and encourages you to keep going.

"We can do this," you mutter to yourself before entering the cabana.

"There they are!" Adriana exclaims at the sight of the two of you.

Everyone must have been waiting and anticipating, he can feel the intensity of the situation which is a contrast to what he felt back in the private suite.

"Why do you look guilty?" Lili innocently asks you.

Adriana scoots forward on her seat and clasps her hands together in front of her, "Why aren't you looking at me?"

You answer with a shrug then take a seat next to Seungmin and face the cone on the table.

Thankfully, Tom sits on the far end of the sofa from Seungmin. However, he can feel his laser glare at him, boring a hole in between his eyes.

"I hope you guys didn't do anything I wouldn't do," Tom says in all seriousness.

You both decide to stay quiet and Seungmin offers his hand for you to hold which you gladly take.

Not long after, Lana lights up and chimes.

"Hello, everyone."

"Hello, Lana!" A few are replying to her.

Seungmin's heart skips a beat when Lana calls both of your names right after the opening greeting. This is it, he tells himself to get ready for what's coming.

"Last night, I gave the two of you a test to see if they could make a deeper connection without surrendering to their physical desires."

Seungmin turns your hand over on his lap and slips his fingers between yours to intertwine it together.

"If successful, they would each be given a watch. If unsuccessful, not only would they not be given their watches, but the usual fines for rule breaks would be deducted," Lana reminds everyone what is at stake here.

"Additionally..."

Wait, additionally? There's another thing to this? What is Lana not telling you both? Seungmin hates being kept in the dark like this and his heart starts to race in his chest.

"What?" You ask in a panicked voice.

"There's something I did not tell you," Lana confirms Seungmin's fear.

You drop your head on his shoulder and whine, "Oh, no..."

"After numerous rule breaks, I wanted to know how committed they were to my process. That's why if they fail to adhere to my rules in the suite, proving that they're not here for the right reasons, I will be sending them home."

SEUNGMIN: Wow! That's a plot twist.

How could Lana do this to you?

She sent you to the private suite and told you nothing about sending you home if you messed up. That wasn't a part of the deal, the deal is either you get the watch or not. And obviously, you don't want to go home, not when things are going well with Seungmin.

"You were very busy last night," Lana discloses to everyone.

Elliott chuckles and looks at you, "You went a little naughty, did you?"

You skip on answering and look away, getting back to the matter at hand.

"The question is did you break the rules?"

You admit you did a lot of things in the private suite with Seungmin, in fact, you did too many that you weren't sure if any of them were against the rules or not. At this point, you can't know if you're safe so you can only hope that Lana has mercy on you.

"Please pick up the packages to find out your fate!" Lana orders.

You don't notice the gift boxes on the table until Lana tells you to pick them up. You let out a breath before picking up yours as Seungmin takes his gift box as well.

"Watches mean you have passed. Tickets home mean you have failed."

This is it... you either get the watch and continue growing your connection with Seungmin or you go home. You turn your head at Seungmin and exchange a look with him, seeking encouragement from him.

Seungmin signals you with a nod and at once, you both open the lid and find the watches inside. You show the content to everyone and everyone bursts out cheering. Lili and Adriana come and hug you while Seungmin takes a lap of celebration, giving everyone a high-five as he goes.

Everyone gets back to their seats after the short celebration of money stay intact and no one is going home, including you. You and Seungmin help each other put the watches on.

"Congratulations! You may move to the next stage of the retreat."

Not only you have successfully passed the test but everyone acknowledging that what you and Seungmin have is not merely a physical connection feels like an exceptional achievement. Overflowing with happiness, you press a kiss on Seungmin's cheek and immediately rub the lipstick mark with your thumb.

"Please use your time wisely," Lana ends the session.

YOU: I got the watch, bitches!

After last night, Seungmin is convinced that what he has for you is more than just an infatuation or a passing fancy. He feels something close to something real which he hasn't felt in a long time. He obviously likes you, he's comfortable with you and even though the two of you are together, you always respect him and his boundaries. You're not taking things seriously but at the same time, you're someone he can have earnest talks with and that's something he rarely finds in a person.

He is not one to doubt his feelings, he knows what this feeling is and he wants to let you know that.

What you'll do with it, it's entirely up to you but he's not going to lie that he's nervous about how well you're going to take it.

The hand scratching the hair behind his ear startles him from his deep thoughts.

"You're so quiet," you say with your breath tinted with the sweet smell of the wine you're drinking.

He only realizes that he's in the presence of other people and sharing the sofa with Adriana and Vale with Devon and Elliott also there cuddling on the other sofa.

"What's on your mind?" You softly ask while caressing the hand resting on your stomach.

As he sits next to you with your back facing him, Seungmin leans in close to your ear and whispers, "Let's have a chat?"

Your eyes waver like you just heard a piece of bad news, "Right now?"

Seeing that everyone else is engaged in a talk and you're a part of it, Seungmin thinks it's not the right time to pull you aside. He certainly can do it later.

"No, it's okay, we can do it later," he says with a soft rub down your arm.

But you seem to sense the urgency in his words, you stop resting your back against him and look at him, "Let me finish my wine first," you say.

You drain your glass of wine and pull down the hem of your dress before getting up from the sofa.

Seungmin chooses the bedroom since everyone else is out of the house and the two of you sitting on the end of your shared bed, facing each other. You're nervously picking at the tassels of the cushion as you're waiting for Seungmin to start talking and after a moment, you ask, "It's not something serious right?"

He lets out a chuckle as he brushes his hair to the back only for his hair to fall back on its place, "Serious as in..."

"I don't know. Maybe you suddenly grow feelings for Tom?" You jokingly say with a crisp laughter followed after.

He props his hand against the bed, sending him into the same eye level with you, "Your guess is almost right," he says.

"Oh?" You think for a moment and come up with a different guess, "Is it... Blake?"

He lets out a laugh and starts playing with the tassels on the cushion you're holding on your lap, "I grow feelings for you," he finally lets out in a very casual manner.

But that seems to take you aback that you only blink your eyes and look at him with a blank expression on your face.

Seungmin's hand finds your hand and intertwines them together, "What I'm trying to say is that I'm going to continue to open up myself to you," he remarks.

A smile blooms on your face and it warms his heart like the first ray of sun, "That's so sweet of you," you say.

"And I want us to get a green light," he adds.

After the private suite, you understand that getting the green light is another challenge to tackle to prove that you both showing growth in your relationship.

"Oh yeah, this," you say, tapping at the screen of the watch with your fingers.

Seungmin lightly shakes the hand he's holding, "And what do you think?"

"About the green light?"

"About us," he answers.

"I like where we are now," you sincerely say with a smile that proves your words.

"I like us, I like what we have, our connection," you pause to draw a shallow breath, "I love that we have this amazing dynamic."

Seungmin likes what he's hearing from you but that many positive words are usually followed by a certain word.

"But..."

There it is, that word.

"I'm not sure if I'm ready to completely open up myself to you, that's just so scary to me, I... I just need more time," you explain.

The sad smile on your face tells him that it's not something you wanted as well and he understands that something must have made you act this way, but that's okay, he can prove to you that he's not like the previous guy or even any other guy.

"Do I scare you?" He jokingly asks.

"A bit, yeah," you joke back.

You both share a laughter then you reach for the collar of his shirt, then lay your hand flat on his chest, "I had unpleasant past... experiences? I just... the last time I opened myself up, I got hurt and that hurtful feeling still haunting me to this day," you honestly share with sadness that clouding your sparkling eyes.

It's something that Seungmin can understand, he knows he's not the reason why but knowing that you have a trust issue doesn't please him either.

"That's okay. You can take your time," he assures you.

You let out a low sigh and look into his eyes, "This doesn't mean that I don't want to, I'll keep trying to open up myself more to you," you reassure him.

And mostly, Seungmin doesn't want to force you to do something you're not even ready to do. He reaches for the side of your face and endearingly caresses your cheek, "Thank you for trying for me," he sincerely mutters his gratitude to you.

The smile returns on your face and he likes it whenever he sees it. You suddenly throw your arms around him and hold him close, taking him by surprise.

"Why are you so sweet, mmh?" You say then land a soft kiss on his cheek.

You put more of your weight on him, sending the two of you to topple on top of each other on the bed. You're laughing as you pin him under you and stare at his face with such fondness in your eyes. This is one of the moments where Seungmin is sure of his feelings.

"Stop looking at me with those eyes," you say with your face hovering only inches away above his.

Seungmin doesn't know what kind of eyes he's giving you right now but maybe it's one where you can see through him. You tenderly caress his face and trail the outline of his jaw with only your fingertips, making him tingle inside.

"I want to kiss you so bad," you murmur with your eyes looking at his lips.

"We should wait for the green light," he reminds you.

"Should we?" you playfully say then press a gentle kiss on his jaw.

It's easy to fall into temptations and it's even easier because you are the temptation itself. The way you look at him right now, how you look in your dress tonight, how your teeth faintly bite your lower lips as you look at his lips, you best believe that Seungmin is this close to falling right into your enchantment.

"I think we should wait for the green light," Seungmin stands firm on his ground.

You mask your slight disappointment with a light chuckle then press another kiss on his cheek.

"My sexy, dandy boy," You mutter as you lean in close to nuzzle your nose with his.

Seungmin holds his arm out, inviting you to rest your head on it. You carefully lay yourself down while keeping the hem of your dress down and snuggle into him.

"I feel sleepy already," he sighs as he closes his eyes.

"It's only 9," you tell him.

He drags his hand down your back and rests it on your backside, resisting the urge to grab the flesh or to land a slap on it.

"Are you wearing underwear?" He asks out of the blue.

"Why don't you check yourself," you dare him.

He's not one to be challenged, Seungmin lowers his hand until he meets the hem of your dress and does not hesitate to slip his hand under. Before he can check whether you wear underwear or not, you pull his hand out and rest it on your waist.

"Wait for the green light, remember?" You say his words back at him with a sly grin on your face.

SEUNGMIN: I hope she and I go the distance but I know she's a free spirit, I can't hold her down or put her in a box.

There's nothing wrong between you and Seungmin. However, you can't say that everything is well either. Seungmin has been doing nothing but showing more of himself opening up to you, and trying to get the same out of you.

Every time you try to do the same, there's this fear that looms in the back of your head and gets you thinking, ‘What if he doesn't like that part of you? And what if it makes him leave?’ You can't bear thinking that this amazing thing you have with Seungmin will walk away with him because the last time you did that, that's what happened.

It's not fair that you compare him to your previous partner but it's not about him, it's you, you've been living with this demon latched onto your back and it's so hard to shake it off. When you look at him as he's still sleeping soundly next to you, Gosh, you wish you find the bravery to just do it.

"You've been watching me sleeping," he mutters with eyes still closed.

"Yes. Yes, I am," you immediately admit.

You gently rub his cheek and then rest your hand on his neck, "because you're so gorgeous, babe," you compliment with a small smile.

He inhales air and pulls himself closer to you, burying his head in the crook of your neck to surprise you with a gentle bite. Instead of pushing him away, you wrap your legs around him and hold him close while he playfully bites on the skin of your neck.

You keep your giggles to the minimum to not disturb everyone else who's still sleeping in the room even though it's about time to wake up. Shortly, the lights are on and flooding the room with fluorescent light, waking everyone from their slumbers.

Lana chimes in not long after for her usual morning greeting, "Good morning, everyone!"

"Morning, Lana," you reply while half yawning.

"I would like to inform you that many of you are showing signs of emotional development and this is most encouraging," Lana says.

Oh, that's how you want to start the day: with a piece of good news.

It may be one of the few good things Lana has said in the retreat so it means that everyone is indeed doing a good job at nurturing their relationships and showing actual growth and that's including you.

Even though you're not sure you have shown significant growth, it feels good to know that Lana acknowledges your effort.

As you both brush your teeth together by the sink, Seungmin teases you by slapping the strap of your tank top against your skin. You get back to him by doing the same to the waistband of his boxer once you're done brushing your teeth.

He's glaring at you through the reflection in the mirror, "I dare you to put your hand inside," he says.

"Oh?" You exclaim.

Seungmin has no idea what he asked you to do, you don't hesitate to slip your hand inside his boxer but he catches you right before you can slip your hand inside.

"You're asking for it. Let me in!" You grumble with your hand still caught on the waistband of his boxer and his hand pins you there.

Seungmin finally gets your hand out only to put it on his chest and clamp your hand under his arm, not letting you take your hand away.

"You're annoying," you tell him but stand behind him so you can put your other arm around him.

The morning continues with a workout session by the beach. Everyone else apparently opted for the swimming pool today, you only found Vale meditating in the gazebo nearby. You do some yoga and teach Seungmin a few yoga poses you usually do in the morning.

"We're going to finish it with a savasana," you instruct him.

Seungmin sits on the mat waiting for your next instruction with hair tousled from the sea breeze and a sheen of sweat forming on his forehead. He looks handsome nonetheless.

"What's that?"

"It's basically a corpse pose," you inform.

He slowly blinks his eyes to process your words, "Don't tell me I just need to lay down..." his words trail off as he takes a sip of water from his tumbler.

"Yes, that's exactly it," you confirm.

You sit on your mat and wait until he's ready to tell him what to do next, "Lay down on your back!"

Feeling mischievous, you force him down with a gentle push on his chest, laughing when he accidentally hits his head hard against the floor.

"Now stretch your arms and legs out and away from your body," you furtherly instruct.

Seungmin follows your instructions well, stretching both his arms and legs out.

"Close your eyes..." You run your fingers down his face to make sure he closes his eyes, "And breathe..."

He stays still in that position but it only lasts for a good minute, "What to do next?"

You lightly chuckle and sit next to his body, "Next, I'm going to get on top of you..." You joke yet you sit on his abdomen and can actually feel how hard his abs are.

"And then?" He asks.

"Then..." you lean in close and gently kiss his cheek, dangerously close to the corner of his mouth.

"To be continued," you seductively whisper into his ear.

He suddenly sits up and wraps his arms around you, "but I want it now."

You shake your head and loop your arms around his neck, "No, you have to wait."

He lets out a sigh then licks his lips, "You suck!"

"I'll suck you too but not now," you simply respond to his jeering.

Somehow that earns a wave of laughter out of him and he's the most beautiful when he's happy.

YOU: Seungmin has a spot in my heart that no one has ever come close to [smiles] ... which also scares me [sighs]

It's been a good day, well, so far.

When it's time for everyone to come to the cabana, that only means Lana is either going to make it a better day or make it worse. You want the former but you never know with Lana. You take the sofa on the side with Seungmin while everyone else takes the long sofa and Blake sits on the single sofa on the other side of the cabana.

Lana chimes not long after everyone settles in, "Hello, everyone."

"Hi, Lana!" You weakly reply.

So is everyone, they're replying to her with an edge to their voices, sensing that Lana has something important to announce.

"I am pleased to see that several of you have developed romantic connections during your time here."

Okay, that doesn't sound bad but Lana is sinister, you know there's always a catch to it.

"But for these relationships to succeed in the long-term, it is vital that you trust each other to resist temptation."

Now that's more like it. 'Resist temptation' are the two words that you never get along well and whatever Lana has planned, you're not optimistic about it.

"Today, I'll be putting that to the test..."

And there goes the word you despise the most: test. You never do well at tests, you barely made it on the last one and she's going to put you on another one?

"I'm nervous," Issa says with a blank expression like her soul has left her body.

"I think I'm having a heart attack," Devon dramatically adds.

You don't want to add to that despite that you're just as nervous as them.

"...With the help of two new arrivals."

Groans are spilling out of everyone's mouth but you're still busy processing the words to react to it. New arrivals mean new temptations and you're not ready for it.

"I knew it!" Tom says with a heavy sigh.

You look around and the couples are looking nervous, including you. You're not that worried about Seungmin, you worry more about yourself and whether your head will turn or not.

"Oh, shit," you quietly mutter to yourself.

"The first new arrival is... Zane," Lana announces.

Zane sounds like a dangerous man or you just made it up in your head, gosh, you hope it's something you made up in your head.

"The second new arrival is... Margot."

You secretly glance at Seungmin and see if he reacts to the name of the new arrival but he seems calm, unfazed more like.

"Two of you will be going on private dates with the new arrivals," Lana says.

YOU: If Seungmin got chosen for the date, well... that sucks.

Not this again.

The first time, you weren't with anyone so that got you exempted from being picked and now that you're with a partner, it's more likely that you'll get chosen, and that scares you more than you let it.

"No, thank you," you immediately respond and earn a chuckle from Seungmin.

"They have selected the guests they are most attracted to from a choice of those in relationships," Lana informs.

Now you can't decide what to worry more, you get picked for the date or Seungmin?

"Zane has chosen to go on a date with..."

The males are looking antsy in their seats, you can't say the same about Seungmin but then again, he always looks calm. Unlike you, you hold your breath until Lana announces who gets picked for the date with this Zane guy.

"... Devon."

It shouldn't be a surprise that the popular girl got picked but you're not jealous at all, you feel relieved that it's not you.

"Girl, you keep getting picked for dates, Lana should start charging you for the food," you joke.

Everyone is laughing at that except for the person sitting next to Devon. Elliott is rather nervous to know his partner got picked for the date.

"Margot has chosen to go on a date with..."

Oh, you forget about the other new arrival and it gets you nervous once again but you convince yourself that Seungmin's head won't turn. Then again, that's just your wishful thinking.

"...Jeff."

You let out a low sigh of relief and melt into Seungmin's shoulder, feeling good that you're not chosen nor being tested with the new arrivals. It's better to stay away from temptations than to try to resist them.

"Devon and Jeff, please now leave the cabana and get ready for your dates," Lana orders.

Jeff and Issa have been the most consistent couple in here and even that doesn't keep the insecurities from residing in Issa's head and you can see it in her eyes.

"Remember the rules, you guys," Tom warns them before leaving the cabana.

You're glad that either you or Seungmin doesn't have to deal with Lana's test but that doesn't mean everything is going to be a bed of roses from now on. You are aware that you still have not yet done your part in nurturing this connection with Seungmin and if you want this to work, you know you'd better start working on it.

In the evening, you get away from everyone and sit by the side of the pool with your feet dipped in the water. Maybe Elliott misses the signs that you need the time alone as he casually sits next to you, looking so restless and his beautiful eyes seem to have lost their glints.

"I'm shaking. My head is scrambled like fucking eggs, honestly," he says with a ragged sigh.

You were too deep in your own business that you forgot that Devon is having a date with the new arrival and that explains the distress drawn on Elliott's face.

"This is a fucking test," he doesn't hold back from using the profanity and curses it out loud into the night.

All this time, you think their connection is merely physical but now, seeing how stressed Elliott is about Devon going on a date with someone else, proves that they do have something genuine going on.

"If she moved on with this new guy, it's going to be a tough pill to swallow," he shares with you.

You've been quiet and you think it's time you respond to him so he feels heard and supported.

"Yeah," you meekly say.

Elliott sighs and rubs his chin as he stares blankly at the swimming pool.

"Just thinking of that makes me feel sick," he mutters with a groan. His face indeed looks a little pale without the lights of the swimming pool which casts a bluish glow on his face.

Not long after that, you see Devon has returned from her date and bringing the new guy behind him, the first thing that you notice is her holding his hand.

"Oh my God," you lowly gasp out of reflex.

You nervously glance at Elliott and hope that he doesn't notice the handholding thing. You find something enlightening to say to him but nothing comes out of your mouth.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, man!" Elliott exclaims but keeps his voice low.

Guess he noticed and it's too late for you to distract him, he may sit on the far end of the swimming pool but he can see the new guy and how attractive he is. Zane is tall, lean yet muscular, with gorgeous brown skin and big, round eyes that look too pretty for a guy but a weapon if he knows how to use them.

"He looks good," you unconsciously mutter, not realizing that what you said would make Elliott feel more sick.

"They had a great time, you reckon?" He asks you.

You don't want to pour salt on his wound but you can't sugarcoat it for him either because Devon is seen smiling as she introduces Zane around to the people gathered on the terrace.

"I think, yeah," you meekly reply.

Then a while later, you see Devon is coming this way and probably going to talk with Elliot.

"She's coming over here," you mutter at Elliott.

Elliott fiddles with his shirt as he turns around to see that Devon is indeed coming to him.

You take it as your cue to leave the space so they can talk privately, getting up to get yourself out of there.

"I'll just excuse myself," you say as you turn to leave.

YOU: This guy is a real temptation so I wish Elliott the best of luck.

Seungmin has met the new guest, Zane. He's attractive, yes, it's obvious from how he takes all of the attention away and it's also because everyone is just so happy to see a new face.

You're the last one to get introduced to him as he saw you talking with Elliot by the side of the pool, you make your way to the terrace and see the new guy. He sees how Zane offers his hand first at you as he says his name to you with confidence and you take his hand but instead of shaking it, he uses it to pull you into a quick hug.

"Nice to meet you," you beam with a smile.

"Likewise," Zane says back and subtly takes a look at you, up and down in a few seconds.

Once you introduce yourself, you walk your way to sit next to Seungmin, squeezing yourself into the long sofa. You smile as you settle yourself next to him and place your hand on his forearm. Seungmin hasn't seen you for the rest of the afternoon and not expecting to feel like he hasn't seen you in ages. He misses you, so he puts his hand on yours and smiles as he looks at you.

"You look gorgeous," he compliments.

You put your hair to the back and give the end a quick brush with your fingers, "Thank you, baby."

He offers you his wine because it seems like you need it and you gladly take a small sip, tainting the rim with your lipstick mark. From his peripheral vision, Seungmin can see that the new guy has been looking at you ever since you stepped into the room.

"So, who do you find attractive?" Lili asks him.

Zane is probably aware that Devon has something going on with Elliot, he can see that as they're deep in talk by the side of the pool or Devon told him about it during the date.

Zane stays quiet for a moment, "I'm open to everything else," he finally answers.

That seems like the safest answer he could give, keeping his options open until he adds something to that sentence.

"But I have my eyes on someone," he adds, not so subtly giving you the eyes to let everyone know who it is.

Is it supposed to hurt him or what? It seems like Zane doesn't mind stepping on anyone's toes and from the way he openly declares that he fancies you, he doesn't mind stepping on Seungmin's toes especially. Everyone is aware of it thus explaining the awkward silence that resides in the room.

"Oh, shit," Vale quietly mutters before he sips his wine.

He sees that you notice the eyes Zan has been giving you and quickly looks away, trying to act like you don't know then sip your wine.

You lean to his side and lowly whisper, "He's eyeing me."

What people do with their bodies including their eyes is not Seungmin's business and considering that he knows you're with him yet he blatantly flirts with you tells him that it's useless to tell him to stop. It's up to you now, whether you want to stay with him or not.

SEUNGMIN: She and I are going strong right now but I don't know. Maybe I should be a little worried.

Thankfully, Jeff and the new girl, Margot return and burst the palpable tension from continuously forming in the room. You just want to get the attention away from you and Seungmin, not feeling like dealing with it now or ever.

The new girl is beautiful, a petite girl with dimples, and from the way she speaks, you catch that subtle Spanish accent which only makes her cuter. There's this slight fear that Seungmin is going to be attracted to her but he's not looking at her at all, he stares into his drink before taking a sip of it.

Issa wastes no time to pull Jeff aside to have a talk with him and everyone's attention is on Margot.

"So, tell us what's your type?" This time it's Adriana who asks the question.

Margot sheepishly smiles and points at Jeff who has left the place, "He's exactly my type," she confirms.

"Him? Oh?!" Adriana gasps, sensing another drama brewing in the villa.

They know about the rules of what the retreat is about but it seems it doesn't stop the new arrivals from getting what they want. Or in this case, getting the person they want.

When it's close to bedtime, you just can't wait to end the day and sleep the tension away. You and Adriana are the last ones left in the dressing room, cleaning our make-up while simultaneously talking about everything.

"Zane has been giving me the eyes," you keep your voice down in case Seungmin is around.

Adriana stops dabbing her eyes with a cotton pad, "Maybe he does want to fuck you," she jokingly says.

It's a joke if you're not feeling those eyes but you do, the way he looks at you, oh, you can feel how he wants you and you like that kind of attention.

You take a break and lean back on your chair, "I like Seungmin so much but I think Lana sent that guy to mess with my head," you share.

Adriana dumps the dirty cotton pads into the trash bin and ties her hair into a low ponytail, she seems to have something to say but holding herself back from saying it. After a while though, she can't herself ask, "Would you jump ship with him? With Zane?"

That's supposed to be a question that you can easily answer but you can't seem to give a definite one. A part of you don't want to be a hypocrite and says that your head is not turning when in fact, your head did turn a little.

"I don't know," you sigh, letting the doubts cloud your mind.

Adriana's jaws drop, not expecting to hear your hesitant answer and you feel the need to explain yourself that it's not Seungmin, it's you.

"I always do this, you know and I'm scared that I may do this again," you honestly admit.

People know that bad habit dies hard and your bad habit is being a serial dater, you jump ship whenever a guy strikes your fancy and never have any problems doing it because there's no emotional attachment whatsoever.

But it's different now because you have to think of Seungmin's feelings.

YOU: What is wrong with me? [sighs] Just know that things are going to be hard for me.

The morning comes and your heart somehow feels heavy.

You turn on your side to see Seungmin who's busy rubbing the sleep off his eyes, your feelings remain the same for him but at the same time, something shifts inside of you. What scares you is that you don't know if it's good or bad.

Seungmin catches you looking at him and you smile once your eyes meet.

"Morning," you croak with a gentle ruffle on his hair.

"Morning," he says back, catching your hand and keeping it close to his chest.

You stay snuggling close to him until the lights are on and everyone wakes up on their beds as Lana chimes in the corner of the room.

"Good morning, everyone," Lana greets with her robotic voice.

"Morning," Everyone replies in unison.

"Zane and Margot, I hope you enjoyed your dates yesterday and your first night in the retreat," Lana's message is aimed at the new arrivals who share the bed.

"I slept so well," Zane shares with a sheepish smile. He then subtly glances your way and your eyes meet, he holds your gaze for a moment before looking away.

Jeff says something but you can't hear what he said but you notice that he's eyeing Margot.

"I hope the other guests have been making you feel most welcome," Lana continues.

"Yeah, mostly," Margot responds, returning the eyes towards Jeff and completely ignoring that he's there with Issa next to him.

"As you approach the latter stage of my retreat, I have noticed that some of you still need to fully commit to the process whilst others need to fully commit to each other."

It's a mere warning from Lana but it feels like a dig at you, she knows you're faltering, having doubts about everything.

"The decision about what to do next is yours but I will be watching," Lana concludes.

And just like that, your heart grows even heavier.

You decide to start your morning by swimming, putting on your swimsuit, and then heading to the pool while everyone else is either working out by the beach or still having their breakfast. You take a few laps around and take a break on the side of the pool, enjoying the warm morning sun with the sound of the sea waves crashing in the background.

Then temptation comes when you least expect it, you look over your shoulder to find Zane is making his way towards you. You get tongue-tied as he appears in front of you with water streaming down his body.

"Hey," he greets you with a sweet smile that showcases his neat row of teeth.

"Hi, hello," you greet back, raking your wet hair to the back.

He wipes the beads of water gathering under his chin, "Saw you swimming and I must say you have good form," he says.

"Thanks," you mutter, flailing your hands in the water and suddenly don't know how to act around a guy.

"Not only that, you have– you work out?" He asks in curiosity.

"I jog, I do yoga sometimes but I like swimming," you answer.

Zane nods as he checks you out even though he has to see through the water to see your figure, "So it's all natural, huh?"

"Yeah," you proudly confirm.

"You look good, really," he compliments.

"Thank you," you sincerely thank him.

"I see that you're with Seungmin," he says.

You nod.

Zane licks his lower lip before talking, "Are you connected with him?"

"Yes, there's a connection there," you shortly answer because you're not the type to beat around the bush. It's obvious to him that you're with Seungmin.

"So... there is a connection," he says, repeating your words back at you with a hint of doubt in them.

He turns his body slightly to the side to face you and takes a step closer, making you nervous in this proximity.

"Am I still allowed to get to know you, though?" He asks with the corner of his mouth curls higher than the other.

That sounds like a harmless question because getting to know someone is not a crime but you fear what's going to happen once you get to know each other. But saying no would make a bad impression on you like this guy only wanting to know you better and maybe it leads nowhere.

"Seungmin got plenty of time to get to know you. Don't you think it's my turn now?" He says with a sly smile on his angular face.

You dryly chuckle to hide your nerves, "Sure, yeah, I don't mind," you finally answer.

Zane triumphantly smiles hearing your answer, his tongue slightly poking out the corner of his mouth before he licks his lower lip again.

"Then can I feel those back muscles?" He shamelessly asks.

"You want to feel them?"

"Yeah."

"Okay," You turn around and pull your hair to the side, presenting your back to him.

"May I?" He asks for your permission to touch you.

"Yes," you allow.

Zane uses his hands to feel the muscles on your back and you're aware that he's seizing the opportunity to touch you. He delightfully hums in approval as he applies gentle pressure on your back shoulders then backs away to stand next to you.

"I like that," he comments with an intense stare into your eyes.

It's the way that he sees you that makes your stomach tighten and loosen in a second. Worse is, you forgot all about Seungmin when you're with him.

YOU: I care about Seungmin but I didn't expect Zane to walk in and look like that and messing with my head.

Seungmin thinks that the two of you have been connecting and growing together so much more than he anticipated.

However, ever since Zane showed up, you've been acting a little differently. Seungmin always knows that you're a free spirit, you can't be tied down and he doesn't intend on holding you back.

Seungmin is sure what he feels about you but he needs to know if you plan on reciprocating it back to him, or else, it'll be just a waste of time. He doesn't want to force you by taking this connection further if you don't want the same thing with him. But honestly speaking, Seungmin wants you to stay.

Then again, the decision is on you, you're the only one who knows what you want and he'll respect whatever your decision is.

Freshly showered and dressed, Seungmin heads out of the villa to search for you. Even though most of your body is engulfed in water, he recognizes the back of your head and how you always tilt your head slightly to the side.

What he least expects to see is who you're with.

Zane is barely here for a day but Seungmin must admit that he is quick to make a move on you, touching your back and making you laugh faster than what he did to you.

Without him realizing it, he starts comparing him with Zane and looks down at himself when he does nothing wrong but does his best to grow with you in this retreat. This is why he hates competing with other people to get a girl. He knows his worth, he doesn't hang around for someone who doesn't know that.

Seungmin quickly turns around and heads back inside. He ends up spending the rest of the day by himself, he's feeling emotionally drained and not in the mood for everyone else right now.

However, Lana decides that it's the perfect time to throw a party in the villa.

SEUNGMIN: I'm honestly so disappointed but I don't know where to go from here.

It's exciting to get ready for a party because the last time Lana threw a party, it was that day you found out you were in Too Hot To Handle.

Lana sends a box full of costumes for everyone to wear for the party to welcome the new guests tonight. They're of the same designs of colorful birds and you put on matching eye makeup while for the hair, you get help from Adriana.

"So, the new girl..." Devon opens the conversation since there are only her, Issa, Adriana, and you in the dressing room.

"She likes Jeff," Adriana continues Devon's sentence.

"She wants to go for him but I hope Jeff won't let her," Devon adds as she draws her left eyebrow.

You've been enjoying the dramas from the sideline but now that you're part of the drama, it genuinely sucks. Now, you feel like you're missing out on everything.

"Did he say he's going to stay with you?" You ask out of curiosity because everything seems to be going well between Jeff and Issa.

Issa takes a breath before answering which only hints that she has sheer faith in her answer, "Yeah."

"Okay, good," Adriana says, twirling your hair with a curling iron.

Devon pauses filling her eyebrow and looks at Issa, "I hope he stays with you."

"I hope he does," Adriana agrees.

Even the most consistent couple in the retreat has its trying times and what makes you think that you're the only couple having issues right now? It's part of the growth. For tonight, you allow yourself to stop thinking, you want to have fun, have a few drinks, and dance the stress away.

You don't stop Zane from coming at you and having a dance with him, there's nothing wrong with being a girl having the time of her life. Seungmin would understand, he knows it's nothing deep, it's just a—

There goes the chime that abruptly stops the music playing in the villa.

What is a party without Lana crashing it? Everyone knows where to go whenever they hear that anxiety-inducing chime, heading to the cabana while still dressed in costumes and taking seats facing the cone on the table.

"Let's get it over with Lana so we can go back to the party, please?" Tom pleads.

No one is in the mood to deal with Lana's shenanigans right now, everyone just wants to go back to the party and have some more fun.

"I hope you enjoyed the party," Lana says, skipping her usual greeting and that never means good.

"However..."

There it is, the word that you hate to hear out of that cone which confirms that whatever she's going to say, it's not good.

"Was there any breach of the rules?" Adriana asks.

Everyone's eyes are shifting to Devon and Elliott since they're the ones who constantly break the rules.

"You can take your eyes away from us 'cause we did nothing," Elliott casually says, looking as innocent as his words.

"This morning, I stressed the importance of being committed to my process. Unfortunately, some people are still falling short of that goal," Lana announces.

All sorts of thoughts are rushing into your head, most of them are bad and you start to get anxious thinking if you've done something wrong in this retreat that you're not aware of.

"Therefore, tonight's festivities will also serve as a leaving party," Lana continues.

"Fuck, no," Tom sighs, raking his curls and tugging at it.

Adriana looks at you and reacts the same way, "That's messed up," she murmurs.

Vale shifts on his seat and rubs his bearded chin, "This could be any of us," he says.

You put your hands together on your lap, fisting them into balls as you try to suppress the thought that it could be you going home tonight and you're not ready for that.

YOU: My head is turning since Zane came into the picture so yeah, I'm scared that it's going to be me.

"Exiting the retreat tonight is..."

Your knee is bouncing and you keep squeezing your hand until your nails dig into your palm, trying to prepare yourself when Lana calls your name.

"...Lili."

"I did not see that coming," Elliott says with his jaws hanging open.

Your heart skips a beat and your eyes automatically search for Lili who sits next to Vale, she seems to have expected to hear her name.

"I wasn't open to finding a connection anyway," she says as Vale puts his arm around her shoulders.

She looks at everyone and then at the cone sitting on the table, "There's no bad blood, Lana."

You stretch your hand out at her and Lili grabs it, taking your offer of comfort with a sad smile on her face and you can't help but feel sad to lose her tonight.

"We'll always be friends," Lili concludes.

And when you thought she was the only one going home, Lana has another name.

"The second and final person leaving is..."

And you fear for yourself again, but also for the person sitting next to you.

You didn't think that Seungmin could be going home too and you don't want that either, amidst everything that is going on between the two of you, you want to stay together with him.

You let go of Lili's hand and grab Seungmin's hand, either you offer your comfort for him or it's the other way around. You don't want any of you to go home tonight.

"...Blake."

"Oh, my god," Devon gasps, covering her mouth with her hand.

Blake takes it well, he forces himself to smile even though it's obvious that he wants to stay but Lana is the one with power here.

"It's been a good time, everyone," he says while exchanging a fist bump with Jeff.

Everyone rises from their seats to bid their farewells to Lili and Blake. You hug Lili and wish her all the best things you could think of with tears pooling in your eyes. You're not that close with her but the memories you've shared here will remain in your heart.

You give another hug to Blake and despite the thing that happened, you wish him well too. You hope that the lesson Blake learned here will help him change for the better.

Lana continues with her announcement even after Lili and Blake leave the cabana.

"For my remaining guests, let this be a reminder that the choices you make will ultimately seal your fate."

This feels like another dig at you and that you have to be careful with the choices you make from now on or else... you don't want to think of anything else, honestly.

YOU: I have to be honest with Seungmin about Zane and this is probably the lesson Lana wanted to teach me.

"What a day!" Devon sighs as she climbs onto the bed.

"It's one of those night, huh?" Tom adds as he lies his head on Adriana's lap.

It is one of those nights and you feel inexplicably drained, both physically and emotionally. You can't wait to forget all about it and sleep on it.

It's close to lights out when Seungmin gets on the bed, he gets under the cover and rests his head on his pillow, brushing the hair falling over his forehead. He's been so quiet and you're afraid of intruding, so you subtly place your hand on his chest while staying on your side of the bed.

The silence falls not long after the lights are out and everyone mutters goodnight to each other in the room. You gently rub your hand on Seungmin's chest to give you a sense of ease to help you fall asleep.

Then he catches your hand and holds it, "I feel like we need to have a conversation," he says.

Refuse to talk is supposed to be the best answer but you remember what Lana said, your choices determine your fate and you have to be honest with him.

You nervously gulp air and meekly answer, "Okay."

Seungmin turns on the bed to look at you, even in the dark, you can see his gleaming eyes staring into yours and it's making you uneasy, especially knowing what have you done to him.

"I know we care a lot about each other. I've never been in this place before, I've never felt this way about someone but there's just too many question marks," he says, keeping his voice low just so this conversation stays between the two of you.

"I know you have something going on with Zane, whatever that is... I just need the truth."

You're glad that you can't see his face in this little light or else you'd be broken down and crying with the guilt stirring inside of you.

You know he saw you dancing with Zane, everyone saw but you feel sick knowing what you did before that. It's time to swallow the hard pill and take the bitterness that you deserve.

"The dance, that wasn't just it..." you keep swallowing down the lump forming in your throat.

"Zane flirted with me in the pool this morning," you admit once more.

"Yeah, I saw," he simply responds.

It hurts even much more knowing that you did that right in front of his eyes. You lay on your back and feel the lump burns the back of your throat.

"That was very selfish," you mutter with a quivering voice, "I'm sorry you had to see that."

You feel the tears coming and you put your hand across your eyes, not wanting him to see you cry. You feel his hand rubbing your arm.

"It's okay," he softly murmurs.

How come he tries to justify this? Even you realize how wrong this is, how unfair this is for him!

"No, it's not okay," you croak as you struggle to speak between your cries.

He gives you a moment to calm yourself before continues talking, explaining how he wants to handle it.

"Let me tell you where my head's at with things," he says.

He holds your hand and lets it rest on the space between your bodies, "I have genuine feelings for you that I've never felt for someone else before."

Hearing him saying that should make you happy but you feel devastated instead, knowing that you can't even try to appreciate his true feelings for you. You quickly wipe the tears rolling down the side of your face and try to fathom your thoughts into words. All you have to do is to be honest even though you know it's going to hurt him.

"Truthfully, I like you so much Seungmin," you pause to sniffle, "to the point that... it scares me."

Saying that out loud makes your heart quake like you can feel it surging through and all over you.

"But there's this part of me that's so scared of giving a part of myself to someone," you explain the thing that holds yourself back from letting him in.

You wipe another tear roll down your cheek and look at the clasped hand he's holding close to his chest. You still want this but another part of you wants to know for sure that what you have for him is real and true.

"I just think that... I need to step back and think for myself, ask myself is this really what I want," you tell him.

Seungmin draws a shallow breath and lets it out, his thumb has been gently rubbing the back of your hand as he speaks.

"If you need space, I will give you your space," he says, "but you need to tell me what it is that you want and how you want to go about it."

He sounds calm when he deserves to be upset, "I can't keep wondering if it's between me and someone else," he finishes.

You understand what he's asking you and you remember well what he told you the first time you got together that he doesn't like competing with another guy and hangs around for someone who doesn't acknowledge his worth.

You nod and respond, "I know."

You gather your thoughts and keep your emotions to the side for a moment. You think of what you want right now and let him know that.

"The truth is Zane fits my type and I feel like I need to get to know him before I make a decision," you draw a shaky breath and sniffle, "I just– I really need to think."

He squeezes your hand and brings it close to his mouth to kiss it, "Then sleep on it," he softly says.

But how can you sleep on it when you know you have big decisions to make?

YOU: I tend to doubt myself whenever I give myself to someone. I feel so bad for Seungmin [cries] I–I need to think it through before I hurt anyone.

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hannah-banana-lou · 8 months ago

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Come back to me

Husband william afton x Wife female reader AU

it's here!! sorry for the delay. i have been super busy!!

(Pt.2)

i'm not the best at writing smut but i'm trying! i promise!!

Content warning: Marriage issues, verbal abuse, smut!!! (lots of it in this chapter!!!), age gap couple - William (early 50’s) Reader (mid/late 20’s)

UNDER 18’S DNI!!!

Come Back To Me (Pt.2)

You’re home. He kissed you for the first time in months, less than 40 minutes ago. It’s sparked hope within you. Maybe that tiny bit of affection means that he will change? Go back to normal?

Think again.

He is back to his cold, distanced, usual self. You find yourself in the kitchen. Making a late lunch for your twins. He is standing next to you. You finish what you’re doing and smile over at him, placing your hand on his. He immediately recoils. Your eyes widen, confused. Before you can question it he storms off upstairs, into his home office. Slamming the door with force, which made you and your toddlers flinch.

You spend the next few hours confused. Your mind is miles away. Searching your brain for Answers. Clues. Anything.

the rest of the day goes by quickly. running errands, dropping the twins off with your mom for the weekend. you hope that the weekend alone with your husband might provide some answers. fingers crossed.

you get home. he is out. nowhere to be found. not sure where he is or when he is coming back. the clock reads 9:00pm. he should be back by now. you made dinner, hoping he would sit with you and enjoy the meal. like old times. it's now gone cold.

Sitting in the living room, the silence is uncomfortable. you've been alone in the house before but this, this just feels weird. like you're waiting for something to happen. alas, nothing does. your thoughts are consuming you. where is he? why isn't he back yet? is he okay?

as if you manifested it, your mobile rings.

Caller ID: the pizzerias landline.

you pick up the phone, answering it immediately "Hello? will?"

"Hi, i won't be back for another hour" his voice is strained, rough. almost breathless

"oh" you respond. suspicious at the sound of his voice "what are you doing at the pizzeria so late?"

"working" he responds quickly. you hear thudding in the background.

"what was that?" more like who was that? you think to yourself.

"What was what? anyways. i have to go, i'll see you in a bit" he cuts off

"love you" you respond, voice soft, deflated.

For a few seconds you hear silence on the other end. "bye" he grunts out before he hangs up.

you sigh. breaking the silence of the house as you get up off the sofa and head upstairs to what used to be yours and William's bedroom but now it's just yours.

you climb into bed, crawling under the duvet. closing your eyes, trying to sleep. ultimately failing. the bed feels so big, so lonely.

After what feels like hours, you start drifting off to sleep before you hear the front door open and slam closed. keys jingling as they're inserted into the lock.

Heavy footsteps ascending the stairs.

The bedroom door creaks open. the landing light flooding the darkness of the bedroom.

Silence as he stands in the doorway.

Eyes directed towards your, assumed, sleeping figure. you hear him walk closer. the bed dipping as he sits on the side that was once allocated to him.

Silence again.

Staring at your back. he takes his boots off and gets under the covers, letting out a tired groan. you stay silent, waiting for his next move. why was he in bed with you?

he rolls over to you, wrapping his arm around you, hand resting on your hip, head rested on your shoulder as he plants kisses upon the skin.

"you awake?" he whispers into your skin

"mhm" you respond. soft. tired. a whisper.

you feel his hand gently move away the hairs adorning your neck. moving his kisses from your shoulder up to your neck. the hand resting on your hip, gently caressing your side as he trails it up and down.

"i miss you" he whispers out, kissing and painting your neck with saliva.

you let out a soft moan at his ministrations. confused to say the least. the mixed signals messing with your mind.

he snakes his hand down your side, fingers sliding under your pajama pants. no panties. no resistance. he paws at your thighs, before dipping his finger between your soaked folds. index finger circling your sensitive nub. eliciting a moan from you.

he growls, moving his finger down and plunging it inside your tight hole. moving it at an agonizingly slow pace.

in... out.... in.... out...

he slips another digit inside. speeding up. another moan from you. you bite your lip, attempting to suppress any thing else from coming out.

he curls his fingers, rubbing deliciously against your sensitive spot. mouth open, moaning loudly. you grab his arm, unsure why. Not trying to stop him at all.

he chuckles "Look at you" he whispers, mockingly. fingers working faster inside of you. you're close. he can tell. the soaked digits abandon your dripping cunt. you let out a protesting whine.

he rolls onto his back in the middle of the bed. you sit up, looking over at him. his cock straining against his pants. "here" he snaps his fingers, pointing to the space in between his legs. you obey. crawling between his legs. moving your hands up and unbuttoning his pants, pulling them down with his boxers. his cock springs free. standing to attention.

Big. thick. adorned with bulging veins. pink tip. as you remember it.

you place your hand around the shaft, leaning your head down, licking a stripe on the underside of the shaft to tip. mouth wrapping around the tip. he lets out a groan. a hiss.

your cheeks hallowing as you suck. hand stroking the base. working in unison. His fingers raking through your hair before grasping at locks. pushing you down onto his cock. taking him in your throat. causing you to gag slightly. he bites his lip, pulling you off and pushing you back down. thrusting his hips into the air with each suck.

after a while he pushes you off completely. you look up at him confused. he Shifts his body, getting onto his knees, turning you around and pushing you down into the bed. ass up in the air. he yanks your pajama pants down to your knees. moving his face down. kissing your cheeks before spreading them open. your pussy dripping. he accumulates the wetness on his fingers, sucking on them. letting out a groan at your taste. one he's missed.

silence.

you try to move your head up and look over your shoulder but he pushes your head back down into the duvet. you gasp as you feel his tongue dive into your soaked sex. tongue fucking your hole before licking stripes. sucking on your nub. obscene noises. rubbing his face into your pussy. beard scratching against your skin which only adds to your arousal. fingers back inside you, working in unison with his tongue. moans and groans from both of you. your core pulsating, grabbing the bed sheets as you're edging closer and closer to orgasm. getting desperate. grinding against his face as you feel your release closing in. before you know it you're screaming, cumming. shaking.

he plants a firm slap to your overstimulated pussy causing you to flinch and jump forward. you hear a small grunt as he grabs your waist, pulling you back to him.

"you wanted my attention, now you've got it" he growls out. grabbing his cock and aligning it to your tight entrance.

he pushes in abruptly. not even caring about if you can take it all or not. you did a while ago. in his mind, you should be able to now.

a loud whimper escapes your throat. he's quick to comfort you. shushing you.

"shh...shh i know, it's been a while bunny" he smooths his palm over your ass cheek with a modicum of affection.

"Relax bunny" he continues, slowly sawing into you. not the speed he wishes to go but your pussy is like a vice clamp right now.

a few soft and slow thrusts into you. whimpers and moans leaving your lips and he feels you relax. He takes that opportunity to stop lazily sawing into you, instead he speeds up, pounding into you at a unforgiving pace. moans, grunts and skin hitting each other, filling the silence of the room. grasping at the bedsheets as you feel yourself reaching peak again, toes curling, a loud squeak causing him to chuckle. a firm slap against your ass cheek, causing a red mark. his hands firm on your hips, pulling you back onto him with each thrust.

he's panting, in a frenzy as he feels himself get closer. before you know it he's filling you up. his seed painting your insides. pulling out. collapsing back on the bed with a thud, you follow suit. he wraps an arm around you possesively.

planting a soft kiss to your forehead. "i'm going to try and be better. for you. i promise" he mumurs between panting breaths.

you hope his promise was true. not some fake excuse to stall you on getting a divorce.

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taurusdaylight · 2 years ago

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seven days to say i love you

summary. you and jeno can't get enough of spending time together even when you are practically glued to each other's side at any given opportunity. but spending seven days a week for eternity with your favourite person doesn't sound like a bad idea, right?

pairing. college boyfriend! jeno x fem! reader

genre. hockey player! au, college! au, established relationship! au, friends to lovers! au, fluff

word count. 5,108

warnings/tags. none, this is 423% fluff <3 (but please let me know if i did miss out anything!)

a/n. (repost because there was an error... 😔) but hi!! i'm so sorry for the inactivity, i was so busy and couldn't put out my fics like i wanted to. but i'm back with a small something (my first non-jaehyun fic,,) i wrote this a while back and changed like 3/4 of it, and i hope it'll be a fun read!! i also came back to 2.8k notes on jaehyun bolton fic (is that what we're calling it now? yes.) i don’t reply to every comment/reblog/tag because by the time i see them it’s already so late, but i promise i read through and appreciate every single one of them,, thank you a million times!!!!!! i am working on more stuff now that i'm a little more free... so, as jaehyun likes to say, to be continued... :) hope everyone is well!

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01 MONDAY.

The beginning of the week never failed to come to you in a dreadful manner, as if to make sure that you felt the full force of what most people like to call the Monday blues. Whoever was in charge of making sure that you would experience it, they certainly did not miss you out today as well.

Not that you enjoyed seeing other people suffer, but if there’s one thing that you’re grateful for, it’s the knowledge that you’re probably not the only one who feels this way. Though, the blaring sound of your alarm ringing at seven in the morning is too eerily similar to having someone have a personal vendetta against you, serving as a very unfriendly reminder that it is also the start of the school week. Perhaps, your disdain for Mondays could be attributed to this… but there’s always an exception, right?

Despite your reluctance to attend your morning lecture, you were somehow seated in the lecture theatre by nine, giving you more than enough time to lay out your laptop and the reading materials that you needed for the lesson before it started.

Your boyfriend, on the other hand, is quite the opposite. Often only going to sleep when the sun is about to rise, Lee Jeno has an unhealthy habit of pulling all-nighters, which causes him to miss his alarm because he’d be so deep in his sleep that he would only be able to hear it after the seventh alarm has gone off, which by then, was most likely the time that he needed to leave his house if he wanted to reach on time. The worst part of this is that he was up all night for the sole reason of wanting to break his record in his mobile games; and he plays so many that even you find it difficult to keep up too. Even when you nagged at him and said that you would complain to his mum, Jeno often dismissed your words as empty threats, still not breaking his bad habit. Reading his text message to you about how he was going to be late again, you could only let out a helpless sigh as you left his message on read.

Jeno announces his appearance by quietly opening the backdoor of the lecture theatre thirty minutes later. He makes his way over to his seat next to you, genuinely appreciating how even though sitting in front is better for your eyesight, you still opted to sit around the last few rows so that it’s easier for him to join the lecture when he comes in late without causing a loud disruption to your peers.

“Good morning, pretty,” Jeno bends down to whisper in your ear. Removing his crossbody bag, he leaves it in the empty space between you two. Once he settles down, Jeno slides a Venti-sized Hazelnut Latte from Starbucks over to your side of the desk. The rest of the lecture goes by quickly with you and Jeno making silly commentaries about anything and everything.

“Why did you still get me coffee?” you ask Jeno after the lecture had ended, a deep frown etched on your face. “You were already running late, Jeno. You really didn’t have to.” Being late was one thing, and making an additional stop at the café is another, especially because you knew that it was definitely not on the way.

“Just because,” Jeno replies with a loving smile. The kind of smile where his eyes would curve into beautiful crescents, his pupils almost disappearing because of how wide he is smiling at you. The kind of smile that you’d never get tired of seeing, so much so that you wordlessly lean in to give him a quick peck on the lips to say thank you.

Perhaps you like Mondays. Mondays with Jeno where you learnt that words left unspoken speak much more volume in expressing one’s heart.

02 TUESDAY.

It’s Tuesday, which means that you and Jeno have some spare time to meet up and study at the café near campus before his hockey practice starts. Study dates with Jeno are admittedly not as productive as you expect them to be, mainly because you often distract each other from getting any actual work done. Because of this, the both of you become public nuisances of some sort, so you had no choice but to study at a café instead of the quiet library. Imagine getting kicked out of the library… that would be an embarrassing sight.

“Jeno, how do you work out the answer to question five? I wasn’t paying attention when Prof taught this...” You look over at Jeno with a sheepish smile, earning a chuckle from him. He isn’t even surprised by your question, guessing that you probably spaced out or dozed off during the lesson.

Without saying a word, Jeno tucks a pencil behind his ear and grabs a piece of rough paper before getting up and shifting to the empty seat next to you, leaving you confused. As if he could read your mind, Jeno speaks again before you could question him. “So that it’ll be easier to explain it to you," he mumbles.

Ironically, the close proximity between the two of you only makes it harder for you to focus, but easier for you to admire his handsome features. Puckered lips, furrowed eyebrows and his gold rimmed glasses slipping down slightly to rest on his nose bridge–Jeno couldn’t look any cuter in this moment as you watch him diligently scribble on the piece of paper. He is seemingly deep in thought about how he should explain this concept to you. Watching how focused Jeno was, you took the chance to lean in, giving him a peck on the cheek before retreating back quickly, chin resting on your palm as your gaze lingers on him, slyly pretending that nothing happened.

“You broke my train of thought!” he grunted. Jeno puts his pencil down and turns to you with an annoyed expression on his face, but swiftly looks back down on the scribbled paper upon making eye contact with you.

It only dawns on him now that you were staring at him the entire time.

“Don’t do that, you’re distracting me.” His voice is quiet, eyes basically glued to that piece of paper.

“Sorry, I can’t help it. You’re so handsome and cute.” You pause, seeing a bashful smile appear on his face. “Did you know that a guy is the most attractive when he’s focused?”

“Do you still want my help or not?” Jeno asks with a grimace in his voice.

“Yes, yes, I do. I’m sorry,” you apologise with a small smile. It was difficult to resist the urge of calling him cute again, but you decide not to tease him any further for the sake of his sanity.

“Good. Now pay attention, I need to leave for training soon and if you still don’t get it by then... that’s on you.”

Jeno lied. Even after long hours of training, he still went on FaceTime that night to thoroughly explain the concepts that you were unfamiliar with, not minding that he was practically fighting for his life trying not to fall asleep on you.

That Tuesday night, you went to sleep with the widest grin on your face. Heart carrying so much love for your boyfriend who coincidentally asked you out for the first time ever on a Tuesday too.

03 WEDNESDAY.

Wednesday's child is full of woe. If there was a sentence that could explain how you feel about this particular day, this would be it. Mid-week crisis should be an actual thing if it wasn’t already one. Not only did Wednesday feel like the longest day of the week, you’d also feel extremely restless, wishing nothing more than for the weekends to come quickly.

Back-to-back seminars for six hours with only a short forty-five minute break in between had to be the most unappealing thing known to mankind, and you’d most certainly file a complaint if it was possible. Then again, this is perhaps part of the university experience.

However, this still isn’t the most devastating part. What truly makes this a tragedy for you is that Jeno isn't there to accompany you through it all due to conflicting timetables. He also had training again, this time outside of school, which meant that he’d only be free after that.

You’re so used to being around Jeno all the time that you can’t seem to spend even the littlest amount of time away from him even though you pretty much see him almost every day of the week. Talk about being clingy.

The feeling’s mutual for Jeno though. Just like you, he seems to hate the idea of not being by your side too, evident from the numerous messages he sends throughout the day despite knowing that your replies would take longer than usual to come in.

You’re not complaining. Because in one way or another, you feel like that’s his way of being by your side, albeit not physically. It is his text messages of checking up on you and ensuring that you didn’t skip your meals that make this unbearable day a little more bearable. Most of all, you look forward to being on FaceTime with him at night, having him all to yourself after such a long day.

Jeno usually ends training at seven-thirty in the evening, but sometimes it could overrun till eight. Thereafter, he still has to travel home for an hour or so, get dinner and wash up. He hides this from you, but very often he attempts to rush home because he doesn’t want you to stay up too late waiting for him, and because he wants to talk after an entire day of not seeing you.

Jeno makes sure to call before eleven, always starting the conversation by telling you how much he misses you, as if he didn’t already tell you that through text. He goes on to ramble about his day, how he saw the time match the digits of your birthdate and it made him think of you, not forgetting to also ask you how did your day go. Not long after, you’d notice his breaths becoming louder, his speech slightly slurred, and that’s when you know that he’s going to fall asleep soon. Even so, you don’t say anything, simply watching him slowly fall into a deep slumber.

“Good night Jeno,” you whisper softly, careful not to wake him up and taking one last look at how peaceful he looks before ending the call.

04 THURSDAY.

Due to how busy the both of you were, you are grateful for the small gap that Jeno has between classes and practices, just so that you’d still be able to see his face. Once it's about time for him to leave, you get ready to say goodbye to Jeno with a warm hug , when he suddenly stops you by placing his hand over yours.

“Do you want to watch me train?” he asks. “You can say no. But I just thought we could get dinner after so we can spend a little more time together,” Jeno adds, his thumb rubbing small circles against your knuckle. An air of expectancy fills the small booth that the both of you occupy in the reading room as he awaits your answer.

“I’d love to, Jen.” Flipping his hand over so that you could intertwine your fingers together, you jokingly rush Jeno to pack up his things, telling him how excited you are to finally sit in and watch him train for the first time ever. You’ve only ever heard funny anecdotes of his teammates from him every once in a while, and you’re beyond elated to finally meet the people who bring so much joy into his life.

On the way to the hockey rink, you ask Jeno more about the sport and various positions. You weren’t a sports person but thought that it’d be a good time to know more about it, especially because of Jeno’s immense passion towards hockey.

“So what position do you play?” you glance over at him with curious eyes.

“Centre,” he says, a sense of pride in his voice. Before you could ask him what that position entails, Jeno beats you to it with a rather cheeky explanation. “You just need to know that it’s called centre because I’m supposed to be the centre of your attention.”

True to his words, Jeno remains as the centre of your attention for the entire duration. You’d never admit this to him, but he becomes even more charming than he already is when he’s on the rink. Especially during the friendly match that his team had with a neighbouring school towards the end of practice, his entire demeanour changed so much that you’d think that you were watching an entirely different person.

The way Jeno plays is extremely captivating to watch. You’re not sure how he does it, but you can see him mentally strategizing his next move as the clock ticks. Even down to the last minute of the match, Jeno had not let his guard down, the fire in his eyes so prominent that anyone could see that he was determined to end this with a bang.

Skating across the rink, Jeno moves at the speed of light, making it hard for his opponents to catch him. He is the ace of the team after all, so it wouldn’t be that easy to mess with him. His eyes follow the puck, set on scoring yet another goal despite their favourable lead. The opponents are in full defence mode too, though it wouldn’t make much of a difference since there's too short of a duration left for them to catch up. Speedily, Jeno intercepts the puck from the opposing team, skating away at high speed, still vigilantly guarding the puck with his stick. With the help of his teammates who effectively block the opponent from getting to Jeno, he manages to catch both your eyes and heart in that moment, making you hold your breath in anticipation as he skilfully shoots the puck into the goal at the very last second.

In the matter of a few minutes, Jeno returns to his usual self, smiling widely and cheering loudly with his teammates to celebrate their victory. And of course, he turns to look at you, giving you a smile that holds some semblance of shyness. It’s fascinating to watch how different he is on and off the rink, but it also reminds you how in love you are with the many sides of him; those you have seen and those that you have yet to uncover.

As promised, Jeno takes you to the burger joint down the alley near your university afterwards. During dinner, he still reenacts the funny incidents that happened during training even though you were present when they occurred. Though, this sweet gesture admittedly warms your heart because it makes you feel even more included in his life, as though he is gradually inviting you to be a part of his world, just as you do the same when talking about your interests and hobbies with him.

Time seems to slow down whenever you’re with him but that’s okay because time is merely a social construct. What matters is that you get to spend time with Jeno, who is now walking you home. With his hand in yours, Jeno slows down his footsteps to match your pace. The atmosphere is filled with shared laughter, along with Sweet Nothing softly playing through Jeno’s airpods, both of you taking one side each. It would have been wired earphones, but a certain someone claims that it gets in the way… of what, he refuses to elaborate.

It is also a homely moment like this that makes the both of you wish that time could slow down even more as you basked in each other’s comforting presence, sharing the same sentiment of hoping that the walk to your house will last a little longer. Anything to prolong the time that you spend with each other, right?

05 FRIDAY.

Friday may be your favourite day of the week because it is when Jeno is finally free after three consecutive days of training. It is also movie night, where you and Jeno would take turns to go over to each other’s place every Friday evening.

It was a few weeks into freshman year, when the two of you made this pact after discovering that you were neighbours. How is it possible that you’ve never noticed Jeno before anyway?

Funny enough, it all began with you telling your mum that you made a new friend in college who goes by the name of Jeno. That name clearly rang a bell, prompting her to start narrating her grocery adventures with Jeno’s mother, excitedly telling you how close they were. In her words, “Jeno is a really sweet boy, I’ve been dying to introduce you to him but it slipped my mind so many times!” Gushing about the said boy, she hurried you to invite his family over for dinner, rushing into the kitchen herself to whip a meal up in no time.

The awkwardness of the dinner was enough to kill you from the inside, to say the least. Mothers being mothers, you had to admit that you were amazed at their ability to jump from topic to topic in the span of a few minutes. Together with Jeno’s and your father laughing, they also joined in the conversation from time to time. Meanwhile, you and Jeno sat in silence side by side, and spoke only when necessary.

“I don’t mean to be rude, but can we excuse ourselves? It’s my first time at your house and I was wondering if ____ could show me around.” Jeno asked, giving your mum a polite smile as he glanced sideways at you momentarily.

“Of course! The two of you should get to know each other better. Ah, young lo–”

You cleared your throat, preventing your mum from completing her sentence. “Friendship,” she corrected herself.

Believe it or not, you had no idea how dramatic of a person she was up until this moment, or maybe it’s because there was something about Jeno that reeled in her overflowing sense of, you’re guessing, motherly love? That would also explain why the old ladies at the school cafeteria were so nice to Jeno, constantly giving him extra servings. You didn’t know what to think of Jeno’s suggestion since you’ve only known him for a few weeks, and being alone with him couldn’t be any better after having such an awkward dinner. At that time, however, it seemed like it was the next best alternative that you had.

“Let’s go.” You stood up abruptly to disrupt the conversation so that the adults (specifically, your mum) would not have an opportunity to say anything else to make the atmosphere any weirder than it already was. Jeno trailed behind you like a lost puppy, quickly following you upstairs to your room.

“I’m so sorry, my mum doesn’t think before she speaks sometimes. I hope you don’t mind what she said.” You broke the silence, not knowing where this conversation was going exactly, suddenly regretting speaking at all. You took a quick look at Jeno, who was now leaning against the doorframe, standing quite a distance away from the edge of your bed where you were sitting.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said with a soft smile while shaking his head lightly.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” you asked, the smile on his face now replaced with a frown as he gave you a quizzical look.

“You’re still leaning against the door?” you asked again, even though it was meant to be more of a statement rather than a question.

Jeno bursted out laughing, “I thought I was making you uncomfortable!” He raised his hand to rub the nape of his neck. He moved away from the door to sit next to you, still leaving a small space between you two.

“Want to watch The Lion King?” you suggested, mindlessly browsing through Disney Plus.

“Are you kidding me?”

You creased your eyebrows in confusion. “No... why?”

“I love Lion King!” Jeno said a little too enthusiastically, his eyes widening at how there were so many movies in the world, yet you somehow suggested watching his favourite Disney movie.

With the awkward tension in the atmosphere finally gone, you and Jeno made yourselves comfortable on your bed. Unknowingly, the both of you scooted closer to each other’s side as the movie played. By the time the credits scene started to roll, the both of you were already fast asleep, your legs tangled with each other’s under the sheets.

And as most people would like to say, the rest is history.

However, Fridays weren’t just reserved for movie nights. Soon enough, Friday nights also turned into sleepover nights, which meant that other than your usual movie marathons, you and Jeno end up doing other things too.

Like now, the two of you just ended a karaoke singing session that you would most probably never have again. It was far too loud in the night for your neighbour’s liking, causing them to lodge a complaint, making you and Jeno permanently cross that out of your sleepover activities.

Jeno comes up with a better idea of setting up a cosy outdoor blanket fort in your backyard to lay on. The sense of tranquillity is like no other, you and Jeno having a heart-to-heart talk in hushed whispers with crickets chirping in the background.

In the end, you fall asleep first, feeling burnt out from the entire school week. Although Jeno knows that you’re already asleep, he still makes sure to pat your head lightly, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Good night angel,” he breathes, wrapping his arms around your waist before drifting to sleep.

06 SATURDAY.

Saturdays are without a doubt, the most exciting for you. As a matter of fact, dating Jeno is a thrill in itself; but what makes Saturdays exceptional is Jeno taking you out on proper dates.

You and Jeno have been together for slightly over three years now, yet every date always feels like the first. The butterflies in your stomach? They never go away.

Initially, going on a date with Jeno seemed to be nerve-wracking to you because he’d always bring you somewhere new. Naturally, you thought it was the suspense of not knowing what he planned that made you feel this way.

Deep down, however, you knew that you simply felt this way because it was… Jeno.

“Why don’t I have anything to wear?” you shout in exasperation to no one in particular as you rummage through the closet to find a perfect outfit for your date. It feels like Jeno has already seen you in everything that you own, and you’re this close to going on Pinterest for outfit ideas.

That is, until you hear a text notification sound from your phone. It was a text message from Jeno informing you that he's coming over in five minutes. You give up searching, hastily picking out a white turtleneck, layering an autumn brown velvet overall over it.

“You look pretty today.” This is the first thing that Jeno says to you when you open the door, once again leaning against the door frame with a mellow smile on his face. You can feel the heat rushing to your cheeks because of his compliment.

And there it is again, the butterflies. Lee Jeno looking as flawless as he could be, a cosmic latte dress shirt tucked with a pair of black pants along with a brown leather jacket draped over his shoulders, coincidentally matching your outfit. To top it off, he’s wearing a beret today too, suddenly making him look cuter. It’s as if he travelled back in time, turning into your Victorian boyfriend.

“But... why are you dressed like this?” Jeno asks, rudely interrupting your staring session.

“Why? Is there something wrong with my outfit?” you were perplexed by his sudden question. Did he not like it? Should you change out of it? He said you looked pretty though. Besides, what else were you going to wear? You stare intently at Jeno, anxious about what he's going to say next. You hope it isn’t something bad.

“I thought I told you we were going cycling...” He stops mid-sentence, brows raised as he purposefully gives you a once-over again.

The tension in your shoulders disappears upon hearing his words. You roll your eyes at him, pushing his right shoulder lightly. “You’re going to ride a bicycle in a leather jacket?”

“Nevermind, please pretend I never said that.” Jeno makes a sulky expression upon realising that he did not plan out his joke well. But he is also quick to shoot you an endearing smile. “I love your outfit, baby.”

“You’re so lucky you’re cute, Lee Jeno.” And that I love you.

Thank goodness though, you were definitely not prepared to make another mess out of your wardrobe to search for another outfit when you’ve painstakingly organised it ten minutes ago.

In many ways, dates with Jeno always feel like the first. A simple thing, like the slight brush of your shoulders against each other as you’re walking down a random shopping street was sufficient to send your heart racing. Jeno’s hesitation to hold your hand in a crowded amusement park even though he really wants to, but he doesn’t know when is the right time to grab it–you can feel it, he fumbles with his fingers, reaches out every now and then, but pulls back immediately when his fingers accidentally meet yours.

And the memory of today that you can’t seem to forget. It’s spring, so Jeno thought that it’s a perfect time to bring you to a flower field located at the outskirts of the city. He’d once seen you looking at pictures of it on Instagram, making a mental note about it before he went home to do more research that night.

It wasn’t an uncommon thing for Jeno to take pictures of you, but when the both of you arrived, he didn’t stop at all, you swear he probably has a thousand pictures of you just from today.

However, what surprised you more was that when you asked Jeno to pose in front of the daisy fields, he happily did, even though there was still a hint of shyness within him since he wasn’t exactly comfortable with being photographed at times. He even went as far as to ask the other visitors to help take pictures of the both of you together, which was something you usually did. It wasn’t something extravagant, but it sure was endearing, and you’re positive that discovering a new side of Jeno made you giddy. So giddy that you never knew how it was possible for your heart to be swelling with so much love for another person.

Just like how daisies symbolise new beginnings, you hope that it's the same for you and Jeno’s story too. To not have endings, but only new beginnings.

07 SUNDAY.

Being certified homebodies, you and Jeno wholeheartedly enjoy staying in. It is also perhaps an excuse for the both of you to cuddle and nap together. You’d think that by the end of the week, you’ll be tired of seeing Jeno’s face for the seventh time. You joke that you are, but in reality, you could never bring yourself to grow tired of being together with your favourite person.

You usually go over to Jeno’s house in the afternoon, which is the ideal time to take a nap. Sometimes, you prayed that it would rain, so that you’ll have an excuse to steal one of his hoodies. Even so, he lets you take them as and when you want to. What is he supposed to do, say no? Of course not.

Napping wasn’t supposed to be your favourite hobby, but if it meant that you could enjoy the warmth and comfort of being in Jeno’s embrace, then clearly, any other hobby in the world couldn’t possibly compare to it. Like a baby, you snuggle close to rest your head on Jeno’s chest, putting your arms around his neck, taking in his soft cotton scent. The faint sound of his heartbeat and gentle breathing lulls you to sleep, it is very much like a lullaby on its own.

The best feeling in the world is to wake up the same way you fell asleep–still in Jeno’s arms. Not wanting to awake him, you slowly loosen your arms from his neck. Carefully, you brush his hair to the side, getting a clearer view of his face as you tenderly caress the mole below his eye, and then his cheek. He has pretty eyelashes, you’ve come to notice.

“Jeno,” you call out softly, in hopes of waking him up, but not wanting to be too loud at the same time. You wanted to let him continue sleeping, but the sky is already dark.

“Jeno, it’s time to wake up,” you try again. The clock on his side table reads half past six in the evening, indicating that it is almost dinnertime. His eyes were still shut, but he let out a groggy sound to let you know that he was awake, mumbling something shortly after. You didn’t quite catch it, but you think that he asked you to let him sleep for another five minutes. Typical Jeno.

“But it’s time for dinner,” you try to sit up, only causing Jeno to hug your waist tighter. You could barely move an inch with the way he was holding you.

“Just five minutes.” You let out a sigh, giving in to him.

“Jeno?”

He hums in response, which you take as a cue to ask your question. “Would you still love me if I were a worm?”

His eyelids finally flutter open, sleep still evident in his eyes. He appears to be in deep thought about your question before he answers. “Yeah. I’d still love you.”

“Hmm…” You narrow your eyes at him. “That took you a while to answer.”

“I just woke up,” he retorts.

“Fine.” You close your eyes and move closer to Jeno’s body, enjoying how he feels like your personal human pillow.

“Okay but what if there were other cuter worms? Like if I weren’t your ideal worm girlfriend, would you still date me?”

“Baby…”

#jeno imagines #jeno scenarios #jeno fluff #jeno x reader #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct dream imagines #nct dream scenarios #nct #nct dream #lee jeno #jeno

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sharpedgedfool · 2 years ago

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This turned into a huge amount of words my bad, im on mobile and can't figure out how to do the read more bit sorry yall

But I have a huge hc that shadow can't see screens the same cause his eyes work differently and he doesn't have the rgb colour cone things that most mobians have

He doesn't do well at video games or with computers and it frustrated him cause he blamed himself for not being able to process the visual information fast enough, but eventually Rouge realises he's struggling with basic stuff like reading things on a screen and without the competitivness he admits he can't see things properly but he sees words fine on paper, so he knows its screen related

After a while they get their hands on colour correcting glasses for him that work with his alien eyes and he's absolutely gutted that he'd spent so much time blaming himself

One of the first things he lets himself open up to Rouge and Omega about and it sorta opens the floodgates of 'what else have I been getting angry at myself for something out of my control' and he begins to work through the internalised shit that was put in his head during the ARK where he was supposed to be 'perfect' so he assumed that it was his own fault if he wasn't able to do something and he just 'wasn't trying hard enough'

But he's has so many things that he's repressed or hidden just because they didn't fit this narrative of 'perfection' set up by people who were narrow-minded to begin with and he struggles with letting himself just exist with these 'flaws' cause it was drilled into him so much that he wasn't supposed to be anything less than perfect or otherwise he's a failed experiment.

(projecting hard here lmao) but the concept of the 'ultimate lifeform' being disabled and beyond social norms while still being fully worthy of that title, and reaching full acceptance of themselves and becoming even more powerful after they let themselves exist above what other people want them to be is a very healing thing to explore, and a very specific type of freedom that i think is important to write for a character that narratively has had very little freedom.

Sonics whole thing is fighting for freedom from Eggman in a physical fight, but Shadow's version of freedom is freeing themselves from expectations and self-doubt, its more of a mental fight.

While Sonic advocates for fairness and equality, Shadows already been treated unfairly and is having to undo a lot of the things that were done to him that now other people are trying to prevent, and theres a sense of grief about that that I think Shadow is a great opportunity to explore that narrative.

#shadow the hedgehog #headcannon rant that just kept goin #im nervously waiting to take a phonecall so im sittin here overthinking too much

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iamamythologicalcreature · 1 year ago

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COC Day 8 - "Sick"

Sorry this is late. I honestly forgot I'd doodled this tiny little text ficlet. Just some randomness that popped into my head with this @carryon-countdown prompt.

Simon POV:

“I’m not sick.”

I sigh as I eye a wall full of homeopathic teas. Surely there’s something here, out of like 500 different herbal blends, that will help Baz out. I pick one up and read the label (like that will help). “You’re malnourished,” I murmur into my mobile as I read, “which I could fix, but you don’t want to bite me.”

I can hear Baz roll his eyes. “I’m fine, Snow. And I don’t get sick, so you don’t have to cure me.”

“Mmm-hmm.” Maybe this one? Is echinacea beneficial to stubborn blood-starved vampires? Maybe something with more iron in it. Maybe I should be stuffing supplements down his throat.

“I don’t get sick. I’m a dark creature of the night.”

I love how he uses that excuse like it isn’t at least partly responsible for his current condition. Prat. “You fainted.”

There’s a pause, then Baz mutters, “I took a strategic break from consciousness.”

I snort. I’m going to stuff him with iron supplements, then kiss him stupid. “You like green tea, right?”

Baz lets out a beleaguered sigh, which has a sort of honking cadence to it over the phone. “I’m not sick.” A pause. Then, “But I do like green tea.”

Right. Into the basket with that blend. “If I ‘took a break’ the way you did this morning, you’d have had me at Dr. Wellbelove’s within the hour.”

“That’s different.”

Red meat. I could do steak. I’m pretty decent at grilling. And if all else fails, Baz needs practice putting out fires, right? “Really not,” I say after a second. “I’m getting you protein powder, too.”

“That’s barbaric, Snow.”

“Oh, I’ll show you barbaric, Pitch,” I say with a smile. “But only if you drink your tea, and your protein shake, and top it all off with twice as many rodents as usual. And if you ask nicely.”

A pause. “I’m still not biting you.”

Was that hesitation? My altruistic desire to help Baz suddenly seems like a potential opportunity. I dump three flavours of protein powder into my basket, including one I know has the consistency of ground chalk. “Promises, promises, Baz.”

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lynnlovesthestars · 4 months ago

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Bg3 male matchup plz

Gender: cis female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: heterosexual ally

Zodiac: Capricorn

Appearance: 5’2 African American hourglass body (although I’m more top heavy if you know what i mean) black curly wavy hair blackish brown eyes chubby cheeks wears glasses sometimes (im far sighted so it’s usually when driving in class or at the theater)

Mbti: infj

Enneagram: 2w1

Personality: kind smart funny motherly responsible empathetic anxious emotional moody perfectionist helpful people pleaser caring compassionate nerdy curious protective polite respectful indecisive fearful nervous introvert shy awkward clumsy low self esteem low confidence (more pertaining to my talents or personality then my looks) sassy sarcastic (I’m mainly these things with people i feel comfortable with like friends or family) soft spoken cute (my friends think im cute because i can be pretty innocent plus I’m small physically)

Likes: animals books reading writing fantasy magic sci fi anime music video games friends alone time learning personality quizzes sweets and bread helping being a part of something bigger than myself

Dislikes: spiders loud sounds people i care about not caring for themselves (im a hypocrite on this i take care of everyone else but not me) not being listened to weird holes and patterns math and tests (I’m being tested for a math disability and i have test anxiety)

Love language:

Giving: acts of service gift giving and physical affection (if they’re ok with it)

Receiving: words of affirmation and physical affection (although i can be shy about it)

Extra: i pace a lot i sing when im alone i talk to myself im a picky eater (mainly with textures) i have a cat i have minor ehlers danalos (a hyper mobility disorder) but it doesn’t hurt me like it does my sisters i get abdominal migraines which is basically like a migraine but instead of headaches it’s nausea

Thank you

hii, first of all sorry for being late, ive been keeping this ask in the drafts because of my fear of commitment (me and posting don't go along well, xD im usually there keeping everything in the draft n never showing anyone so this was holed up with some other stuff..) nevertheless here i am and i'd say you waited enough so here i go,,

I think every motherly person deserves their fatherly like opposite, this being said i think you'd pair up lovingly with Gale.

He does give that father, dad, parent vibe, doesn't he? ahah

I think you are so kind and bearing that you do need some care as well and Gale never fails at that. Not to say that he babies you, nor that he treats you as a child, but he definitely spends and indecent amount of time and effort in coddling you, making sure your every wish is taken care of, but most of all it's like he's your other half.

Before you know he can finish your sentences, he knows right away when something good or bad is happening, he can almost sense it.

I do see a lot of him in you and maybe that's why i know he'd be a lovely fit. They always say opposites attract but no one is better than someone that can understand you, that laughs at the same jokes, that can empathize with you and cheer you up..

He is protective, but he gets especially caring when you have a flare up, imagine with me for a moment.

He comes home from work and finds you on laying down in agony. Whatever he's holding is dropped on the floor instantly and he's rushing to your side, thousand questions he wants to ask you, yet he knows the pain must be so overwhelming he must first help you out.

He reaches for a few pillows, propping them around you making sure you are a little more comfortable before he's off to his study for a moment to find one of his alchemic creations and comes back, assuring you that the pain will go away with it.

As he's gently massaging the mixture on the painful areas he starts talking, as if to distract you. "You know how i know this concoct will work?" And he doesnt wait for your answer cause all he wants to do is soothe your pain, entertain you. "My knees are not what they once were, so i had to come up with a remedy" He smirks as he takes a moment to kiss your stomach. "Well the first time I adventured into alchemy didn't go so well" He chuckles. "When I applied the mixture to my aching joints they started burning, and dear me i was in even more pain" He laughs as he resumes his gentle kneading and massaging, and finally you start feeling the soothing cream gently activating. His hands glow ever so slightly as if he's imbuing the tincture with magic and all you can feel is the cooling sensation rippling gently over your skin. "Doesn't it feel good now, love?" He murmurs as he doesn't stop with his massaging, despite being done with the application he still wants to care for you. "Next time just let tara know you are in pain, and i'll be here in the blink of an eye, got it?" He kisses your forehead gently. "I will drop anything for you"

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #500 followers party #lynn 500 followers party #bg3 matchup #bg3 x reader #bg3 gale #gale x reader #gale #gale romance #gale dekarios #gale dekarios x reader #gale bg3 #gale baldurs gate 3 #gale x tav #galeposting

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teecupangel · 11 months ago

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Hello! first time asker! I've only just recently got back into AC and you're pretty much the only AC blog I've followed so far (after reading your fantastic Eagle of Alamut fic) but the thing that happened to me seems very much something you'd enjoy.

Which is the Altair Jumpscare I got

to preface, I'm an ad blocker extraordinaire and put that on pretty much everything - except my mobile games. But even so, with how much i adblock the ads i DO get are very generic with very generic characters.

EXCEPT FOR ONE BIZARRE AD

A Tap-Away ad that for some inexplicable reason had Altair in it where he waved his arms like a wacky inflatable tube man and was then promptly sucked into the tapaway cube.

I was so caught off guard that i didn't nab a screenshot and I have been trying and failing to get him to show up again after 3 weeks of doing so much more Wordscape than I've ever had before to no avail😭

But it did spawn the idea of Desmond, with a burner/stolen phone, playing a mobile game and getting that Altair Jumpscare like i did which, with some digging by Rebecca because why the hell is he in an ad??? find a breach in Abstergo's database which they can exploit.

Welcome to the fandom! I hope you enjoy your stay (don’t mind the missing exit).

Aaahhh, Wordscape. I used to play you but then you keep interrupting my time with ads so I deleted you… like all the others who dared to give me ads that takes majority of the screen.

Ngl, I would have tried that game because it dared to show Altaïr to me. Then promptly delete it after a few hours XD

Alright, for this one, we’ll set it during AC2. He’s not that close to anybody yet so he sorta kinda stole Lucy’s burner phone while she was looking.

He always had a knack for stealing, probably the only thing that didn’t make William Miles say ‘again’ more than five times.

It only became so much easier when he started reliving Ezio’s memories.

The Bleeding Effect, right?

That’s what Lucy called it.

Regardless, Desmond figured it would be alright to play it anyway. It had a cell service and he always returned it to Lucy’s bag before she notices anyway.

It was during one of his free time (Rebecca said the Animus was acting fussy for some reason), he figured he can play one more level before they tell him to go back in.

The level wasn’t anything new, kinda funny that one of the words was ‘imprison’ and he got a bonus for trying out ‘prim’ (primo was a no go though and it took a moment before Desmond realized it was because it wasn’t English, fuck, was this the Bleeding Effect as well?. Just when he cleared it, the phone let out a loud static sound.

Which was weird because (1) the game’s audio was set to mute and (2) the phone itself was set to full silent with 0 volume on any kind of media.

They all turned to stare at him and he would have apologized, had he not heard someone shout his name coming from the phone.

“Desmond!”

It was Altaïr.

It could only be Altaïr.

The voice was the same voice he heard back in the Animus.

And he shouting at Desmond, staring at the screen as he slammed one hand against…

The screen?

Golden wisps wrapped around him, dragging him to the darkness behind him as he shouted, “Desmond! Find us! We’re-”

The ‘ad’ disappeared.

And Desmond was now staring at the next level.

He could clearly see one of the words was already filled out for some reason.

‘Breach’.

“Desmond…”

“Sorry, Lucy.” He handed the phone to Lucy as he said, “I was just playing ‘cause I was bored.”

Before Lucy could grab it, he pulled it back and pressed it over his chest as he asked, “Did you guys hear Altaïr too?”

“We heard him but, more importantly, Desmond…” Rebecca glanced at Lucy before she said, “None of us should have any phones at all. Abstergo could track us.”

“It’s not mine!” Lucy immediately said, taking a step back as she said, “I don’t know why you think that’s my phone, Desmond.”

“What?” Desmond blinked, “But… I took this from your bag…”

“Shit.” Rebecca’s eyes widened as she realized, “Did… Did Abstergo plant that in your bag, Lucy?”

“What?” Lucy turned to stare at Rebecca.

“That’s not possible. We’re the ones who brought that bag here, remember?” Shaun reminded Rebecca, “And we’re absolutely sure we didn’t put that phone there.”

“Then… who did?” Rebecca frowned as she mumbled.

“We need to get out of here.” Shaun said, “Desmond, turn that phone off and give it to Rebecca. She’ll check it.”

“Wait-”

“We don’t have to tell Bill about this.” Shaun said, “That phone could have easily given Abstergo our location. We need to move.”

Lucy’s eyes widened when Desmond gave the phone to Rebecca and she said, “We need to destroy it then. To keep us safe!”

“What? No!” Desmond stepped forward to cover Rebecca.

No.

To cover the phone.

“Altaïr just used it to contact me. We need to know how it was able to do that.”

“It’s a risk but he’s right, that Altaïr could have just as easily been a trap but we need to be sure.” Shaun was already taking down the papers on his corkboard as he said, “Come on, Lucy, let’s pack as quickly as we can. We can contact Bill on the move.”

Desmond frowned.

Lucy looked pale.

Was she afraid that Abstergo already knew their connection.

“Hey.” Desmond placed a hand on her shoulder, feeling her freeze. He smiled at her as he said, “We’ll be fine.”

His smile grew as he said, “I’ll kill any Templar coming our way, okay?”

#was the phone something that appeared due to the change of calculations?#was it lucy’s actual secret phone?#shrug #it is connected to abstergo’s network though #what is altaïr though?#shrugs again #he did say ‘we’#so you know he’s not the only one trying to contact desmond XD #assassin's creed #desmond miles #altaïr ibn la'ahad #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #lucy stillman #rebecca crane #shaun hastings

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ittoslefttoenail · 2 years ago

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How the Tables Turn

( sorry abt the lack of "read more" i'm on mobile, it's my first smut so hope u like it :D )

sub masochistic brat Kaveh, overstim, degradation with some praise, spanking, dacryphilia, femdom she/her reader, sharing apartments with both him and alhaitham ♡ strap can be read as cock

It's no surprise Kaveh is a biiig brat, always trying to outpower his mistress, as his deepest desire is to be thrown around like a ragdoll, and that's the easiest way to get it.

He, however, wasn't expecting it to be this rough today.

He's been pissing you off ALL DAY. teasing you during work, messing up on purpose whenever u asked him to do something, trying to get the control in general. You really had to teach him a lesson.

"Let's go home now, I think we are done for today" speaking innocently, you pull out your keys.

"As u wish, my lady" he says with that wicked, stupid grin.

Once the door locks behind u both, already aware of what was gonna happen, he pretends to be surprised as u pin him against the wall and start the scolding.

"What the FUCK did u think u were doing?! this was a important meeting, not a appropriate moment at all for u to sneak under my desk like a desperate bitch! I could've lost my job if they noticed us"

"I'm sorryyy~"

"You don't mean it."

The tent under his pants getting bigger by each second, how couldn't he be excited? the woman he fell for, the one he would gladly die for, getting clearly aroused by his actions but still trying to hide it! He thought it was really hot.

Usually you would deny his orgasm, which he was quite used to despite failing to hold it every single time, but this time u just wanted to destroy his smug little face and see him cry.

He kissed u eagerly, taking off his shirt while you guided him to the bedroom. You hold his wrist tightly as he was about to touch the last buttom.

"Let me do this instead."

He looked beautiful from this view, staring at your breasts like a pervert once you bent down to reveal his slightly toned abs, his blonde hair falling on his shoulders like silk.

Suddenly, you pull off his belt to use it as a makeshift handcuff. He struggles against it and u search on ur vanity for some...stuff

"Hey babe, what's going on???" he asked, trying to hide how nervous he is.

"Don't you try and get any answer from me, just take it like the needy brat you are."

"AH-"

In the blink of an eye you pull down his pants and shoves down the fleshlight with no lube at all, in a fast and unexpected pace.

Kaveh growls and whimpers, begging for u to slow down, and the only thing he got from it was a good slap and a red mark on his ass

"You wanted it so bad all day after all, do u think i'll pity you at this point?"

Oh, these words got to him, the both shame and pleasure he gets from being talked down to like that is the biggest turn on, his filthy fantasies clouding his mind.

You align your double sided strap to his entrance, not taking your hands off the fleshlight abusing his cock, not even for a second.

He throws his head back and cries out from this new form of stimulation both of you never tried until tonight.

"What a-about- Alhaitham???!" he manages to babble through his anxious, shallow breath.

"Oh? you're afraid he might catch us? dont worry, I know u would like that."

"Of course I wouldn't. D-don't be stupid!"

"To be caught by your dear friend while getting pegged by your goddess, sounds nice right? you're such a slut, Kaveh. Disgusting, really."

His face is bright red and sweaty, the worst part is that you're not wrong. With your other hand u proceeded to pinch his nipples, he brings his tied arm up to bite down on it to avoid screaming at your flaming touch, as much as he wanted to scream your name, the fear of being caught still got him shaking.

The knot on his stomach got tighter, unleashing his orgasm without warning, thinking he would be punished for cumming without permission he trembles.

"Don't worry, you will get to cum more than u want or deserve to." slapping him once again, it's a quite cute view. His tongue lolling out and his eyes watering as your cock hits the right spot over and over, his cute dick all soaked, you can't help but want to ruin him.

"Please, no more-"

"Aww, cmon baby, u can do one or two more for me yeah? don't you wanna be a good boy for mommy?"

His thoughts start going blank from the sudden sweetness in your voice.

"Nghh..good boy...g-good boy good boy"

His back arches once again, you're in for a good and long night ♡

#kaveh smut #genshin impact #genshin #smut #kaveh #hes such a cute himbo I wanna make him miserable #MEOWWWW #feeling kinda cringe

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CHAPTER 4, PART 2!

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First chapter:

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Frustration prickling across his skin, Damian ducked quickly away from another group of high society women, making for a quiet spot behind a large plant in an urn.

Galas were intolerable at the best of times, and this one was proving to be even worse. Todd’s new acquaintances were deeply suspicious but Drake and Brown already seemed enamoured.

Even Grayson seemed willing to trust them far, far too easily. It was… disappointing.

For all that Damian did trust their words when they said Masters was a danger, that certainly did not make them allies. He did not trust them.

They were all suspicious, from Foley being able to detect his presence to Fenton himself.

No matter what the others said, Damian knew that he hadn’t slipped. He’d not made a sound, not ruffled the tablecloth, and still he knew.

There was something off about all three Amity Parkers, and Fenton’s admitted pit exposure was only the start.

Normal people did not have access to a Lazarus pit. He couldn’t have named a single one not under the League’s control, not even a rumour. Whoever he was, however he had come to be exposed, he was not a civilian.

That he had died did not give him some sort of blanket acceptance. It did not solve the question of how, even if his other siblings did admonish him.

If Fenton had been exposed to the pit, knew its rage enough to help Todd, who’d been burdened with the worst rage Damian had ever witnessed, he was a dangerous threat indeed.

More dangerous because he was personable, and chatty, and friendly. He made them overlook him! It was crystal clear! Being charming to prevent them from growing suspicious.

It would not work on Damian. He had no use for charm or friendly chatter. He would remain focused, remain on guard even as Todd and the others failed.

He may have lost Father for now (intentionally; Damian had no wish to witness his painful flirtations with the Kyle woman), but he would stay focused.

He finally slipped into the solace of the plant’s shadow, and nearly bumped directly into the youngest Manson. He’d had no idea she was there.

Brows drawing down, Damian realized that Todd and Fenton were just a little further beyond, their backs to the wall but still close enough to be unnoticed. Both were watching Todd, who seemed pained by something.

“Were you not to be making a spectacle?” He hissed sharply, making both Amity Parkers jump.

Jason cracked an eye open and glared down at him, then at his two companions. Perhaps he was finally wising up to these new “friends”.

“They’re bothering me about fucking pixie boots. I didn’t want to do it in view of the whole crowd,” he grumbled and Damian’s brows drew further in.

Disappointing. Mere annoyance, not the suspicion they deserved. Whatever these “pixie boots” were, it was inconsequential.

He focused his attention on Manson instead.

“If you wish to antagonize your parents, you will need a much more public scene,” he reminded her, irritated that he needed to.

He may not trust the mission, but at least he could stay focused.

Manson rolled her eyes and waved a hand at him.

“Dude, being caught snuggled in a corner will get their hopes up just fine. He does have a point though,” she added to the other two with a reluctant sigh.

As if there was any doubt.

Todd frowned down at him.

“Why aren’t you with Bruce anyway? Wasn’t that your job?” He asked, when he should have been thanking Damian from distracting the other two from whatever this pixie nonsense was.

Ungrateful. This was why he preferred Grayson.

“He is pursuing Selina Kyle,” Damian explained, not feeling the need to go into detail. He didn’t need to as Todd’s face morphed into immediate understanding.

“Yeah, fair, not something for young eyes,” he agreed with a soft chuckle and Damian nodded curtly. He couldn’t imagine whose eyes or ears would enjoy such a display at any age.

Fenton was grinning again, prodding Todd’s shoulder.

“The voice of experience?” He asked in clear glee, and Todd grimaced.

“Unfortunately. So, Sam, want to hit the refreshments so I can offer you a drink?” He asked, waggling his eyebrows.

Manson rolled her eyes again but offered her hand, her other hand firmly tucked into Fenton’s elbow.

“I feel like I’ve come in half way through a movie and missed all the good bits,” she grumbled, and Damian was surprised to find he sympathized.

There was far too much going on here that he did not understand, and too many secrets. He would have his answers though.

Most importantly of all, the reason Jason was keeping so many secrets and letting strangers so close. But that would wait for another time.

Watching the three move towards the room, he checked his own internal clock.

Fifteen minutes. Father would likely not be done with Kyle yet.

He could stand to observe some more of these strangers. And perhaps their shenanigans.

From a distance, of course.

Vlad was having a wonderful evening.

Oh, most of the attendees at this event were simply sheep waiting to be shorn, the wealthy and well connected who liked pretending that meant they mattered.

But he’d already made some promising connections with Mr Wayne before he’d had to hurry away, and he’d given the Mansons a subtle reminder that Daniel was his.

Better that they do remember that, even if their relationship was a little… fractious. Daniel would see the light soon, student loans were an awful thing and Vlad could make them disappear.

It would be… nice.

He’d half expected the impulse to control, to train and raise the boy would end once he’d reached adulthood, but no. Daniel was 21 now, legally a full adult, and Vlad still craved that closeness.

Age was such an immaterial thing, though he was hoping that leaving his teenage years might also dull the boy’s rebellious tendencies. He and Daniel would have the rest of eternity together.

There would be all the time in the world for Vlad to teach his godson everything he knew, prove his value as an advisor.

He had once hoped that Madeline might one day become a ghost herself, but he’d begun to suspect it’d never happen.

Oh, she had the passion, the drive, but she wanted answers too much. She was determined to know what came after death, and when the time came to learn she wouldn’t balk.

She would leave him behind.

One day he may even wish to follow.

But not while her son lived (as much as either of them still lived) and needed guidance. Needed training, even if it did have to be disguised as combat.

Daniel could be something truly special if only he applied himself. Vlad would see himself Fade before he let that potential go to waste.

And ah, there was young Tucker Foley, tucked as usual up to Daniel’s side. Likely filling him in on what had happened with the Mansons.

Smiling to himself, Vlad adjusted his vest and headed over to say hello.

Tim was honestly surprised by how much he was enjoying the gala. He’d expected it to be work, spending the time gathering data and assessing Jason’s new boyfriend.

Recon.

It’d beat the usual drudgery on that alone, but he was actually having fun. The most important thing he’d learned about Danny so far was definitely his own connections to the pit, but…

Well, he hadn’t expected to like the guy. To bully Jason about him, obviously, 1000% that was just going to happen, but liking him on his own merits?

Apparently Jason had good taste. Who knew?

Tucker Foley though, Tucker was way more Tim’s speed. He’d come to drop the knowledge that Selina Kyle was floating around and then stuck around, cheerfully chatting tech.

Tim would be much easier to mistake for Danny hanging out with Danny’s friend. It didn’t even need to be said.

And Tucker was just… so easy to talk to. They drifted around the room, chatting and greeting various business partners of Tim’s, talking like they’d known each other for years.

Tim was 1000% checking if they had an internship for Tuck. Hell, if they didn’t? He was the CEO, he could damn well make a space in R&D.

Tucker hadn’t given him the full download on his PDA yet, but he was more than happy to talk about some of his simpler modifications, and Tim already wanted the rest.

The guy might enjoy a retro aesthetic over Tim’s futuristic designs, but who fucking cared? His tech ran on old mods as fast as Tim’s newest of new wrist computer.

And, yeah, maybe they were currently engaged in a hack-the-pentagon race rather than socializing like Bruce always begged them to, but it was fun.

Tim’d come to another gala if he got to bring Tucker. For sure.

As he had the thought, Tucker glanced up from his PDA for a moment and Tim took advantage. He’d been tracking Tuck’s progress (knew Tucker was tracking his, and fuck that was exciting), and delicately tripped the firewall ahead of him.

Tuck’s PDA blanked out and Tim sailed through the last levels of security, grinning broadly in victory. He wouldn’t try and get a worm in, Tucker would notice for sure, but getting him locked out?

Yeah, that was a win.

Tucker barely seemed to notice though, leaning in with a wicked grin.

“Vlad, 5 o’clock, moving in. Ready?” He asked quietly, and only then glanced back at his PDA. His face fell and Tim snickered.

“Totally ready. And in, by the way,” he added, showing the other guy his screen.

Tucker let out a truly heartfelt groan, shoving at his shoulder and Tim swayed with it, laughing.

“Hey, you know the game. You blink, you lose!”

“It’s called spatial awareness,” Tucker shot back, half his attention now focused on bringing the PDA back up. And probably stopping a couple Secret Service alarms.

Tim would have helped, but a deceptively strong hand had just clapped onto his shoulder. It felt possessive even without seeing the expression that came with it, and Tim shivered, grin sharpening.

Oh, yeah. That wasn’t gonna go well for someone.

“Daniel. Imagine my surprise at finding you here,” Masters all but purred behind him.

The urge to twist away from the hand, break the grip, or possibly just throw the asshole were all very strong, but something in that grip made Tim think it wouldn’t be that easy.

And he was here as a civilian.

He marshalled his expression into one of Brucie’s best, cool politeness and greeting, and turned to look over his shoulder.

“Imagine mine at such an informal introduction,” he said with just a hint of teasing, cocking a brow as Vlad snatched his hand back like he’d been burned, “have we met?”

And fuck the guy was tall too, because of course he was. Not quite as tall as Bruce, but… definitely close to Jason’s height if not his size.

And currently glaring at Tucker, who was hiding giggles behind his hand.

“My apologies,” Vlad ground out like he was chewing glass, gaze finally sliding back onto Tim with a calculating curiosity that was more than familiar. “And you are?”

Tim put on his best smile, turning and offering his hand to shake because he was pretty sure that’d annoy the man more than anything else.

“Tim Drake, CEO of Wayne Enterprises. And you are?”

And yeah, he didn’t like the smile that spread across Masters’ face as he took the hand, his grip firm and strong.

“Vladimir Masters,” he all but purred, actually giving a slight bow as he pulled back. Fucking weirdo. “Founder of DALV. CO and mayor of Amity Park.”

Tim blinked, the name suddenly clicking.

“You named your company after your own first name spelled backwards?” He asked, actual amusement sneaking into his voice.

Vlad raised a brow.

“Not an unusual practice, CEO of Wayne Enterprises,” he remarked coolly.

Tim grinned and spread his hands.

“Hey, I didn’t name it. You’re not wrong though, and I guess “Masters” has already been taken several times over,” Tim joked and Vlad’s eyes narrowed just a little.

“It is one of the unfortunate side effects of being a self made man,” he said with a convincing false humility… or at least it would have been convincing if Tucker hadn’t laughed.

Vlad’s eyes shot back around to the younger man like he’d forgotten he was there, narrowed again, and then his face smoothed into a shoddily sincere smile.

“And of course, Tucker Foley. We know each other through my dear godson, Daniel. I was quite surprised to hear that Daniel would be joining us this evening, Mister Foley. I don’t suppose you’d know where he is?”

It was the barest layering of civility and politeness, but since Tucker looked shocked by that, Tim had a couple guesses about their usual relationship. It did not endear Vlad to him.

Tucker didn’t stay off balance for long though, just shrugging and grinning. Tim finally got to see his utterly blatant lies up close and in person.

“Oh, is Danny here? I hadn’t heard. I dunno Vlad, I’m sure if he’s around he’d say hi. He’s really changed a lot though, not sure I’d recognise him.” All the same confidence he’d used to tell Dick his name was Danny.

Tim was maybe just a little bit in love with his sense of humour. Shifting until they were almost arm in arm, he grinned up at Vlad too.

“I do hope you find him, Mr Masters. Though I’m afraid if you think he looks like me, there’s plenty of us floating around. You know how Brucie collects the boys with dark hair and blue eyes.”

Vlad visibly flinched at the jibe, maybe not noticeably to anyone but a bat, but Tim wasn’t Red Robin for nothing. Still, he managed a decent answering smile and another weird little bow.

“Of course. Perhaps we shall speak again later, Mr Drake. There is a lot our companies can do for each other.”

Tim wouldn’t have let the opportunity go for a lifetime supply of espresso.

“Of course, don’t be afraid to reach out if you want to get in touch,” he said innocently, keeping his expression completely open in the face of a sudden and steely glare.

Quite sure he was being made fun of but unable to prove it, Vlad nodded stiffly and turned, walking away.

Tucker and Tim turned back to each other, grins suddenly broad and out of control. They had to suck them down quickly, one of the other boring businessmen approaching to “check if they were okay”, “so shocked someone would dare manhandle him”, blah blah blah.

No one who’d approached when Masters was actually around, of course. Just sucking up and enjoying the chance to smear dirt on someone with a little more wealth.

Tim would be very happy to smear a swamp on Vlad Masters, so he pretended his shoulder had been sorely wounded, rolling it and rubbing carefully.

Tucker actually looked concerned, hurrying him away to the refreshments table to grab him some ice. Tim let him fuss until they were away from direct witnesses, then tipped him a wink.

And the guy caught on fast, Tim had to give him that. They’d carried on to the table a little more loudly, Tucker keeping up a running commentary of “are you sure you’re okay?” While Tim did his very best Civilian Brave Face, But Not Actually Brave.

They even got him some ice, which Tucker held to his shoulder even though it felt fine. Just the visual was going to do a lot of work for them.

Distracted on his way to the back rooms, Bruce was alarmed to hear a couple talking about one of his sons being injured at the party.

His mind flashed immediately to Jason, though whether as the cause or the victim didn’t follow. When he heard it was Tim, worry shot through him and he forced himself to breathe.

Jason hadn’t done anything to hurt Tim in two years. He was actually more gentle with him than with any of the others, and Bruce didn’t imagine he’d faked all the regret.

It didn’t mean he couldn’t or wouldn’t slip again, hoodlum stranger monitoring the pit for him or not, but he wouldn’t make the accusation. It would hit too close if incorrect.

Changing course, he made his way across the room to find Tim instead. Best to get the information directly.

Tim looked well enough, though he’d draped his jacket over one arm while a young Black man - Tucker Foley, Jason’s mysterious plus one that he’d implied should be Danny - applied a makeshift ice pack to his shoulder.

Eyes narrowing, Bruce made his way gently closer, drifting through the nearby groups to pick up the local gossip. Though some lips closed when they spotted him, others opened faster.

There’d been some miscommunication between Tim and Vlad Masters, Vlad actually grabbing Tim and apparently mistaking him for someone else.

Their following exchange seemed to have been pleasant enough, but now Tim was “discreetly” seeking medical attention. Just how hard had the man grabbed Tim?

Masters had a firm grip, certainly, but he’d seen Tim slammed face first into concrete and walk away without flinching, broken nose and all.

He wouldn’t fuss about a real injury, not if he didn’t want an immediate assessment in the med bay when they returned home. He had to be faking, and Bruce knew why.

A message, likely to him and his siblings about Masters. Tim didn’t trust him, had found something about the man that warranted suspicion.

Masters had been very complimentary to Jason’s “Danny”, though even he’d admitted the boy had problems with authority. Was Tim telling him it was a lie?

But no, the boy tending Tim was Danny’s best friend, Tucker Foley. Tim could certainly fool a civilian into a fake medical emergency, but why would he involve Tucker if Danny was suspect?

Unless Tucker was potentially dangerous too, and Tim wanted him out of circulation. Away from Danny. Away from Jason.

Jason, who’d been so pleased to see the other young man only an hour ago. Now nowhere to be seen while Tucker tended to Tim’s arm.

Eyes narrowing, Bruce turned and made his way firmly towards the back rooms once more, eyes now sweeping the crowd for Masters.

It was possible Jason was no longer there, but he’d at least pick up the boy’s trail. He had to get Jason away from these people, at least until Tim could give a full report.

As he moved, he caught sight of Vlad Masters now approaching Dick and Cass, and nearly changed course again.

But no, Dick was a solid lad, he could handle himself and Bruce very much doubted a single person in the building could get anything past Cass.

They would be fine, whatever Masters was up to. They weren’t as unreliable vulnerable as Jason.

He had to get to Jason.

He couldn’t be too late again.

Cass did not like galas. To be fair, she didn’t know anyone who did.

She usually didn’t have to go; much less than her brothers. Bruce respected her desires for privacy, but she’d volunteered to go once.

It was a rite of passage Dick said, and he was usually right. It had been… well. She was one of Bruce’s later adoptees, long after it had become a running joke.

She had very nearly broken a man’s kneecaps for what he said about her brothers, but Cass was good at keeping quiet. Unobserved. Undetected.

Broken kneecaps were detectable.

Honestly, Cass was also the one who got into the least trouble at galas. She was used to sitting quietly while being verbally abused.

It was probably why no one ever tried to make her go. She’d gotten a little… lost in her own head the first time. It took days to find her words again.

Now if she went to a gala it was because she’d decided to, and someone stayed with her for most of the evening. Both so she didn’t have to talk to people and because that was usually why she chose to go.

Usually one of her siblings had planned something interesting, or needed her help. That was always fun, and they could chat in sign language about the assholes around them.

Today’s gala was double fun, because Tim and Dick had asked for her help with Danny (once they knew she was coming), and because Jason was fucking with Tim and Dick.

Cass didn’t choose sides.

She did like Jason’s new friend Tucker though. He was open and undamaged in a way very few vigilantes were. Perhaps he took a support role.

She’d known what he was since he spotted Damian, and the Amity Parkers even having their own evil billionaire was basically confirmation. Civilians just didn’t have those kinds of problems.

She hadn’t decided about Danny or Sam yet, but she did know that Jason already cared very deeply, which had surprised her. And probably Jason himself.

He needed more friends.

Cass would like more friends. Maybe someone for backup when she went overseas.

She hoped Jason’s new friends would be able to stay. They made him so happy, and tonight so very interesting.

It was easy to ignore the half-whispered comments as she and Dick moved through the crowd. Dick was a great performer, easily turning on the charm and making people smile.

All Cass had to do was smile at appropriate moments and keep an eye out, ready to alert him when it was their turn.

An older lady in a long blue gown was just telling them that Tim had been caught up in a scene when she caught sight of Vlad Masters making his way towards them.

Luckily Dick was already facing the right way, doing all the right expressions of wide eyed fascination. Sliding her hand from his elbow to bare wrist, she tapped out a message in morse code.

‘Behind.’

She didn’t need to look at Dick to know he’d received it as he shifted just a little, hand ready to pull from hers just in case. Apparently Masters already had a bad habit of grabbing.

Cass watched him from the corner of her eye, hidden behind her bangs as he stalked up.

Apparently he’d already learned his lesson; while he looked confident, he was moving more slowly, scanning the group. She let her hand drop from Dick’s before his gaze tracked down, shifting her position to “politely interested stranger”.

Dick gave a rather convincing laugh as their “informant” cut herself off quickly, spreading his hands and shrugging.

“Hey, Amity Park’s an informal scene. Not a big city like Gotham, right?” He said cheerfully, slipping easily into Danny’s tones.

It wasn’t perfect, but it wasn’t like he had to fool a voice recording. Cass switched to watching the older woman’s eyes widen as Vlad approached, and she held down a smile of her own.

Now if Vlad made a grab for Dick… but no, he’d learned well apparently, stepping in just a little too close to be casual at Dick’s left shoulder.

“Not downplaying our fair city, are we,” he began in a confident drawl, which faltered when Dick turned that wide, friendly smile his way.

“Oh, I’d never! Gotham’s got its troubles but it’s been my home for most of my life, Mister…” he let it trail into an obvious question.

Cass made eye contact with the older woman, whose eyes were still at that “deer in the headlights” strain. Seeing she had Cass’s attention she tried to discretely point with her fan to Masters.

And mouthed “that’s him” so obviously Masters couldn’t have missed it if he tried, her gaze snapping back to Dick. Civilians were so funny.

Eyes narrowed, Masters cleared his throat pointedly and stepped back, extending his hand to shake.

“My apologies… I thought you were my godson. He’s recently joined your university here, and I would hate to think he’s been letting the side down.” He sounded much more formal too, colder than the almost insinuating tones before.

This was a man who liked people to believe he knew everything, all the time. Didn’t like admitting a mistake. But still vain enough to make bold guesses.

Cass gave him a gentle, empty smile as she shifted up alongside Dick, ready to offer support.

Dick, meanwhile, was having fun.

“I know that feeling. Of course I was just a kid when I came here, but Gotham’s just so big and all enveloping. Why, I almost forgot about my home town completely!” He added with a light laugh.

Master’s expression tightened.

“Quite. And you are?” He asked, though he still hadn’t given his name.

Dick fake startled like he hadn’t noticed, catching the man’s hand to shake just after he’d started lowering it.

“Oh, I’m sorry! Dick Grayson, first of old Brucie’s wards. And this is my little sister Cass,” he added, other arm looping around Cass’s shoulder and pulling her in.

She held out her hand too, watching Masters’ eyes as Dick released him and he took hers, shaking like a perfect gentleman.

Not a flinch. Either he hadn’t decided she was lesser yet, or he thought they both were and there wasn’t much difference.

Less likely to underestimate her. Ah well.

She shook back firmly, not her strongest grip but enough that a moment of surprise showed as she released him, giving him her Gala Smile.

A polite, welcoming brick wall with nothing behind it.

Masters held his hand out for just a heartbeat longer after she let go, then tucked both hands behind him and pulled up a smile of his own.

Not real. But not fully forced.

“Ah, of course! I was told quite a few of you have come out to celebrate your dear brother’s return,” Masters said, a glint that Cass definitely didn’t trust in his eyes as he looked from her to Dick. “I am Vlad Masters, I was just speaking to your… guardian?”

“Our dad,” Dick corrected genially, and that was definitely jealousy that shot through Masters’ eyes, there and gone in an instant.

Interesting. He really did want Danny’s acceptance.

And he knew how to keep a public face.

“Of course, my apologies. I suppose you both knew long before we did that poor Jason had been found?” Masters asked, almost sounding sincere for the first time.

Dick clocked it too, his arm tightening around her for a moment before releasing.

“Yes. It was so terrible when we heard that he’d…” his voice trailed off for a moment, putting just enough into the grief to be convincing when he forced himself back a moment later, “but he’s okay after all!”

Masters stepped closer, honing in on perceived weakness like a shark.

“Of course, of course… it must have been such a relief,” he agreed, his voice almost oily as he lowered it, “and I certainly hope it’s not too much to ask, but I had heard that you had even buried him?”

Which, in the spirit of fairness, was a question Cass had been hearing in their periphery for most of the evening. But no one had actually dared say it directly.

Dick’s eyes went comically wide, like the thought had never even occurred to him.

“Oh no, you’re right… I wonder who we put in that coffin,” he gasped with fake horror, stopping just shy of clapping both hands to his cheeks.

Cass pressed her lips closed on a smile. Now no one would.

Even Masters looked surprised, leaning away but not backing down.

“So you know that it wasn’t…” he began, and Dick cut him off with a hearty gasp, swaying like the thought sucked all the strength out of him.

“No, of course not! I saw his grave last week, it was perfectly undisturbed,” Dick said breathily, leaning heavily into Cass and beginning to shake in suppressed sobs.

She pretended to stumble, steadying him and wrapping her arms around him. Masters was beginning to look a little alarmed, but underneath she was sure there was a hint of satisfaction.

Whatever he was pushing for (probably the pit contamination Jason had mentioned), he thought Dick had confirmed it.

Which was… odd. For his body to have been put in the pit, it couldn’t also be in an undisturbed grave? Oh, the grave could have been replaced, but he wouldn’t know that just watching Dick.

He’d have had to look in person, but there was no air of impatience. No hint of an intent to leave, to check something out.

He looked like he had everything that he could possibly want in this moment, except maybe for Dick to be less dramatic.

He took a step closer, directing his focus more to her as she “consoled” her brother.

“I am so sorry to have said anything,” he said quietly, his voice respectful and contrite even if his eyes weren’t, “I can see I’ve caused a great upset. Perhaps we should bring him somewhere to calm down?”

Before Cass could respond, the lady from before (who’d been hovering in abject glee for a second dose of Wayne gossip) butted in.

“Oh, young Cassandra can’t speak, Mr Masters. You know,” she added coyly, doing one of her special discrete fan gestures and whispered “a mute.”

Cass didn’t quite roll her eyes, shifting Dick more across her shoulders and guiding him off to one side. Masters hovered for a moment, clearly still considering assisting, but let the lady draw him into conversation instead.

Never mind that Dick was nearly half a foot taller than her and outweighed her too.

Nothing she couldn’t handle, obviously, or hadn’t handled before, but she couldn’t decide if it was annoying or suspicious.

Annoying from the woman. She was beginning to lean towards suspicious from Masters, though.

He was used to people being stronger than they looked. Or wanted to see if she’d fail. Either way, she added both to her notes on Danny too.

And, frankly, if Masters thought Danny might be Dick’s height when he was a little closer to hers? They hadn’t seen each other in a while.

She’d been sceptical when Tucker suggested the idea and she’d seen it on her brothers too, but apparently he’d still been fooled.

For all that he may want to be close to Danny… For all that he seemed exactly the sort to try and spy and maintain that air of omnipotence… he hadn’t gotten close in a while.

Good.

Danny was too happy to be put under that oppressive thumb. It was why Cass kept putting on her mask, and she’d happily do so again for the boy’s sake.

Nobody should have to see the worst the shadows offered.

Danny was having fun being dragged around the room by Sam while Jason flirted with her.

Jay knew just how to toe the line to stay on the “charming” side rather than “obnoxious”, introducing her to people and always listening when she opened her mouth.

Which was usually to reiterate stubbornly that she was here with Danny, or grudgingly answer some question about her life. He’d made her laugh more than once, and Danny figured it was aaaalmost time for them to stop pushing him so hard.

Frankly Danny was mostly just watching them both and enjoying not having to talk himself. Something about Jason turned on the charm sucked most of his snappy retorts right out of him.

Probably cuz he didn’t wanna accidentally hit the nail on the head and upset his new friend. No way to tell what would be a hot button, right?

It definitely wasn’t because watching Jason’s eyes shine when he laughed made Danny think of the stars. It’d been a while since he’d gone up past Gotham’s smog to stargaze.

Besides, he wasn’t the star of this show, so it was fine if he was mostly just exchanged grins with Jason while he and Sam talked.

Sam was having way more fun than she’d ever had at a party too, and Danny reeeeally hoped that her parents knew her well enough to tell.

She’d pull out Manson Party Voice whenever they bumped into another group, but when the three of them were making their way from one spot to the next? That was Sam’s real smile.

It wasn’t as bright and shiny and perfect as the fake one, but honestly, they weren’t comparable. Sam’s real smiles were small and much rarer than her plotting grins, but that made them special.

Val knew too, and Danny made sure he snuck a couple of candids of Sam laughing in her getup just for her. Sam Manson, happy in frills and bows?

Yeah, he also took a couple of her diabolical grins. And a couple of Jason in his suit, which looked waaaay better than Danny’s.

Jason had a lot more to fill it out, and maybe one day Danny would ask about his fitness routine. Fighting ghosts had stopped him from being a stick, but he was still ridiculously wiry.

This just in, fighting for your life with the bare minimum of training and mentorship? Did not make you a beefcake. Well, not if you also had laser eyes.

Danny’s eye muscles were probably better.

At least until he got Jason on his halfa training.

They’d all heard the latest Hot Party Gossip, about the mayor of some little town actually grabbing young Timothy Drake! The scandal!

There’d been another flash of protective rage from Jason at that, but this time Danny was expecting it and ready to soothe with some calm-reassurance-safe.

Seeing Tucker delicately fussing with an ice pack in a “discrete” corner had settled Jason down ironically, and Danny had to wonder how hard Vlad had grabbed him.

Yeah, he’d given Danny bruises plenty of times, but usually mostly after the fighting started. Or when Danny was being a little asshole.

Which, to be fair, was most of the time.

They were just watching Cass drag a sobbing, shuddering Dick past them towards the back rooms (and considering going to help) when Jason stiffened.

About to open his mouth to ask, Danny’s eyes snapped suddenly past the larger man and suddenly he didn’t have to.

Vlad. Behind and between Danny and Jason, looking… ruffled, almost, but very satisfied. Just the look sent a shiver down Danny’s spine before he even opened his mouth.

“Ah, Daniel. And you’ve been making a new friend, I see?“ he asked smugly as Sam and Jason wheeled to face him.

Danny came closer, moving in between them and stepping carefully in front of Jason.

Who growled softly, caught Danny around the shoulders, and stepped in front of him instead, close enough that Vlad had to take a step back or stand chest to chest with him.

And yeah, okay, maybe Danny wasn’t expecting that and it threw him for a loop. What of it.

“Yeah, he has,” Jason said, his voice suddenly cold and menacing in a way Danny had never heard before.

Even Vlad looked surprised, eyebrows rising at the tone.

“And you’ve been teaching him your attitude issues as well, how charming,” he noted to Danny directly, then gave Jason a sly smile. “Vladimir Masters. I assume Danny’s been telling you all sorts of stories?”

“He doesn’t need to dude, your vibes are rancid,” Sam snapped, rolling her eyes when Vlad shot her a glare.

Which, yeah, helped snap Danny out if it and he tried a step to the side to get back into view. And stifled a snicker when Jason moved with him, resting a hand on the taller halfa’s hip.

Calm-breathe-don’t give the game away

It was difficult to keep it local, since he was currently bathing the whole room in his energy. Although, since Vlad had already successfully found him…

Danny winched it back in, letting his aura go from overwhelming back down to conversational, shoulders settling as the pressure dropped.

Felt Jason stiffen for a moment under his hand, then relax, and yeah now Danny felt a little bad about that part of the plan. He hadn’t gone as big as Frostbite, but Jason didn’t react well to big auras.

Maybe it’d help him settle down.

He did at least shift aside enough to let Vlad see him again, and Danny gave him a cheeky wave just to see his face pinch.

“What’s the matter Vlad, worried about what I’d say?” He asked innocently, and enjoyed the way Vlad’s eyes narrowed.

Right up until Jason cleared his throat pointedly and Vlad’s eyes shot to him, widened, and the man stepped back. Which was… wild.

Vlad might be just a little taller, he didn’t have even half of Jason’s bulk but he’d never backed down from Jack Fenton before.

Then again, Jack loved Vlad and would never stare at him with such open threat in his face. Even for a baby halfa, Jason could exude an aura of menace.

Danny was maybe just a tiny huge bit loving it.

Vlad glanced his way again, teeth gritted, and stopped. His expression shifted enough that Danny had to actually look at him again, rather than vaguely watching while enjoying Jason.

Was that… actual conflict? On Vlad “I Know Best I Made The Universe From Scratch” Masters?

And then Vlad gave him a careful, polite smile that he usually saved for cops and adults and that was just too weird.

“Daniel, I understand that we’ve had our differences and I will admit my own part in that. But do I not even deserve a chance to make my own first impressions?” He asked, turning the same smile to Jason.

Who glared back.

“You’ve been running around and accosting my brothers, I think that’s a pretty clear first impression,” he pointed out, muscles flexing as he folded his arms.

Danny wasn’t gonna look. Nope. Focus on Vlad, focus on Vlad, you’d think it wouldn’t be hard with his actual nemesis in front of him but ooooh the fabric of Jason’s jacket was straining in a very interesting way.

Definitely stealing his training routine.

Vlad seemed to have deflated proportionately too, inclining his head in a sharp nod.

“Yes, well. I certainly didn’t intend to be so upsetting. Perhaps we can turn over a new leaf together, Jason? Daniel?” He offered with a slightly more strained smile.

Poor guy never did cope well when one of his plans went wrong. It was Danny’s favourite thing about him.

So he gave Vlad his very best shit eating grin and nodded, leaning against Jason’s side and crossing his legs at the ankles.

“Yeah, why not? We can get all buddy buddy together while I tell Jason all about that camping trip you took me and my mom on,” he said cheerfully, waving a hand. “Maybe I should send you on one some time.”

Vlad’s eyes narrowed, then his expression resolved into a snakelike smile as he pointedly looked at Jason instead.

“Certainly. And perhaps I can also show you some of Daniel’s baby pictures, Jason?” He hummed, voice suddenly silken.

Danny fucking stumbled as he rushed to regain his footing.

“What no fuck you you do not,” he stammered at the same time as Jason raised a mildly interested brow.

“Baby pictures?”

And Vlad had that stupid, annoying, self satisfied asshole smile on his face again. Like he’d fucking won something. He continued to ignore Danny and Sam, smiling up at Jason.

“Oh yes. His parents kept a very clear documentation of his early years, his first tooth, his first Halloween costume, all of it,” he said smugly, entirely confident.

Which just was not fucking fair. What the fuck was Danny supposed to say to that?

“There is no way his parents gave you those photos,” Sam snapped, folding her arms too and glaring.

Hero goth queen.

Vlad gave her a smug smile too.

“And yet I have them. Jack was delighted to bring me through all of the family albums, so I also have stories,” he added, shooting Danny a look that had usually accompanied an ectoblast.

Ectoblasts were better. Ectoblasts only hurt in the moment.

Danny groaned, closing his eyes and scrubbing his hands across his face.

“Alright never mind I liked it better when we were fighting,” he grumbled under his breath, startling a chuckle from Jason.

Vlad finally found a way to beat him.

At least until Danny could call his dad for college stories.

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#danny fenton dead and loving it #dpxdc #dp x dc #danny fenton x jason todd #dead on main shipping #also dead me #why u like this tumblr #why

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Can we Be Lonely Together? Ch. 2

A Homelander x Stalker!Reader fanfic

This is a gender neutral fanfic but deep down its just a Homelander X Joe Goldberg fic do with that as you wish. This is a slow burn fic btw

PLZ FORGIVE ME I DON'T KNOW HOW TO PUT A READ MORE OPTION ON MOBILE SO SORRY IF THIS LOOKS LENGHTY.

Summary: We were two mices pretending to be cats, weren't we?

We Didn't expect to find ourselves int his situation, But John... Homelander... You were perfect... none of this was a lie, these feelings are genuine! So I don't know why you're using such words... stalker... pyschotic bitch? Insane... Liar!? to describe me, after all I've done for you-- Us!? all I done to help you!?

You were wrong.

I just yearned to get closer so what if I did my homework? After all you played along. I knew you knew... you were so loud

R18: TW murder mention, CSEM mention.

Chapter two

Financial Advice for Crooks.

I had my vices.

Life hadn’t been easy, I had limited options and limited paths for the longest time so when I finally had a taste of anything but misery I sank my teeth in its throat, I settled my nest in a corpse of my past– I found my calling. Got my groove on, and began to move up in my way to hell. I made my money, and I made connections, and eventually I got used to this lifestyle.

I thought you would’ve been impressed by how good I was at my job…

So I came to New York for business. It wasn’t cheap, but unlike the usual dreamers… they didn’t come to this city with a terabyte of crap to blackmail their landlord to lower their rent seventy-five-percent below street average. So I treated myself to the finer things, expensive things… short lived things… so all the meals and wine money could offer, material things didn’t last, but I wanted to feel good… the sort of good where sex doesn’t compare, beside I could never be loved or love… until I met you.

So I devoured with gusto all the Michelin stars, critics recommendations in the Times, highest rated Yelp! review joint, hidden gems, and anything that failed to include the price on the menu... I lived for once.

For I was starved… until now.

So there I was in some bloody fucking warehouse tied up, my left arm dislocated and a five inch nail adhering my palm to this facebook marketplace find of a chair.

Let’s not even discuss the state of my face.

“You think you can rob me!? I gave you my trust! I welcome you into my family! I let you babysit my fucking kids! And this is how you repay me!? Stealing from me!?” His voice was louder than any thought around me.

I could hardly see or hear anything, my eyes swollen and my ears throbbing, hot, stiff, my shoulders burnt, my hand itching, and screaming.

“I’ll… I’ll pay…”

“Doesn’t change anything, kiddo. If I let you live then word gets out in the streets that you can disrespect me, and sail smoothly!”

“I’ll pay you double the interest! Come on Roman! I fucked up!” I can barely think, my mouth is dry and wet– I can get you something good!” My throat rips itself apart trying to speak to this suited hooligan.

“Like I care… get this bitch out my face.” he said to some goon behind me.

“Vought! I can get you Vought!”

It's always on your mind. You become a petulant child when it comes to Vought– your biggest competitor.

“Excuse you?”

“Edgar is on his way out. The market is going to be in a panic, no?” I spit drool and my teeth– word is that Homelander will take the helm… you think that homeschooled twat can manage to run one of the biggest companies in the world? I’ll get you the trading secrets… I’ll get.. you anything…”

“How do you know Edgar is out? What are you saying?”

“My FBSA contact… they didn’t pay up, so I gave them a visit… and that Neuman chick was so fucking loud. Something about a big press release in a couple days, they’re gonna arrest Edgar. The Homelander wants him out.”

“Why do you have a contact in the FBSA?”

“I wanted to pay you… needed some Supe to blackmail…”

“You’re lying.”

“Keep me alive until you see the bitch on the news. Help me get a job at Vought. I’ll get you something worth more than One-Hundred-K.” I plead, my voice a tire running out of air– please… Roman… please I beg you… believe me one more time! even I wouldn’t lie about this.”

It might’ve been the fantasy that gave him the capacity to hand mercies for he kept me alive in that warehouse for two days, for your new girlfriend was on the TV hitting Edgar like an avalanche.

Cut to, three weeks later, there I’m in business attire sitting across an exhausted HR rep who can’t believe his boss is making him do this, behind the almost perfect smile, and the mundane questions he had already hired me, my resume was perfect and seeing the urgency pulling at his leash even if my resume hadn’t been finely crafted, your company would’ve given me the job. The department was stressed while being examined closely by the shareholders, the whole company was frantic.

I got the call by the end of the week.

By Monday there I was walking into that massive hundred plus storey behemoth of a tower, worse than any fugly billionaire row structure. I saw why people were impressed by this butt-plug of a building, just sucking on the land around it, hogging all the air space with its glass ‘Seven’ and its name illuminating the airspace, big enough to have its own gravitational pull and New Yorkers were the moons running laps around it.

Before I knew it I was dragged around by security to receive my special keycard with my fake name and all, then met the highest qualified person in this department, some sweet anxious thing called Anika, you know her– if not the smell of adrenaline she gives off when you’re around.

It seems people here were allergic to sunlight– any light actually! This couldn’t be good for anyone's eyes.

She handed me a desk, and well everything after that must be quite boring for you, so let me TDLR…

There was a reason why I chose this department. I could’ve aimed to be an assistant, worked in any other department, even been the fucking janitor and I would had been able to fulfil my task, but I knew that Vought had all the resources and cutting edge technology to get the fuck away from Roman Ban and Banvision Global. In here I’d forge a new name, destroy all trace of my existence, what little there was of my digital fingerprint, and above all… I could make money.

It wasn’t difficult.

So I started with Kevin… sorry I meant… The Deep (ugh) his mind was easy to navigate, behind the mountain of cetacean erotica, self-loathing, bisexual worries, genuine environmental worries, his abs and octopussy fantasies– it didn’t take me long to find out his social security number, his bank account passwords and numbers, social media passwords, both private and public– did you know he had an account in the Jeremy Renner app? Anyhoo… I had all I needed written in sparkly ink, and swirly cursive.

I simply had to sell some tabloid his web search history, or transfer small amounts at a time to an offshore account, small enough to go unnoticed disguised as his usual transactions, he had several trials and memberships he had yet to cancel-- I pitied Deep to a degree we both had been bad with money. I just didn’t spend most of my money donating to cults and environmental causes.

As the days went by I collected passwords and keys from all suits worth a damn, and did my job to cancel those memberships diverting them to me, and taking small amounts, collecting and crafting packages to blackmail them, sending personalized emails demanding ransom, etcetera.

But I had a guy ready to kill me to prove a point, so I kept working.

The more I saw my plan coming together, the more brazen I became. I thought I’d be there for a month at most… so there I was staying till late. My mind still assaulted by the discovery of the depth of the Deep’s depravity, and his annoying wife, this wasn’t my first introductory lesson into bestiality… that had been in the fifth grade at a Wendy’s parking lot when my powers were at their worst– and he wasn’t the only person on this floor that indulged in filth, not even the worse kind, the worse was that lady in IT storing a hard-drive with the sort of shit, that will have the FBI shutting down Vought for a couple days to investigate why there’s kids stored in the company servers– which… I did… tell Roman about.

“Excuse me?”

I had forgotten till now.

“Yeah… Joanne in IT… you should… keep Ryan away from that floor, just saying ‘cuz she ain’t ugly and he’s vulnerable.”

I’ve never seen you so pale, almost as pale as the corpse next to the couch.

“Anyways I was saying…”

I love how family oriented you are. The way your heart was racing just now, the way your jaw twitched for a second, it was sweet how much you cared.

“There’s also that guy in security who’s been stealing shit to roofie girls.”

Your pretty blonde locks felt to the side of your forehead, as you cocked your head confusedly.

I sat in that screen lit room, waiting for the building to get as quiet as it possibly could. There were always people in this place, sleepyheads and night shifts. This place had become less phallic and more a living organism, every hallway and room serving a function to keep it erect non-stop.

Curiosity won over me and I love obscene indulgences, I have an appetite for things that do me no good. So I knew a place I had to see So there I’m in the elevator knowing the floor is mostly empty, and knowing I had the floor all for myself, knowing where every soul was placed and the password to erased the security footage (plus I had already blackmail the right security guard) I headed upstairs to a special place.

The ninety-nine floor.

Walking across the golden marble, crossing the wooden frames and the gallery of greatest hits with no artistic value intrinsic to them– I saw the statues guarding the Seven’s boardroom, and found an unlocked sliding door. The silvery "Seven" table, with all its sharp edges, the famous chairs every supe in the world wanted to sit down on– not me.

I wasn’t pretty enough for the pageant circuit, my parents were… disappointed… to say the least… found me creepy, repulsive even! saying I kept them hostage in their own home, unable to keep anything hidden. I tried to control my powers until they could forgive me, anyone…could forgive me, so I never imagined myself in this room, much less in spandex.

So I sat on your chair, at the helm turning to see the best view of the big city.

Your statues and your painting staring down on me, you were unbearable, just a pretty blond in tights, with a padded suit even for your dick as if you needed protection from upcoming kicks to the balls. Everybody feared you, and if they didn’t they wanted to be you, you seemed so far up your ass– and all your staff simply indulged you, afraid that even an atomic bomb couldn’t stop your tantrums. Too afraid to tell you… even if your name was on the door, you weren’t running shit. All the actual work was done by your former assistant it seemed, just delivered dumbed down to your level by the time it reached this table for you to play pretend, and feel like a big boy.

I was surprised you could even read, but then again you could shoot lasers out of your eyes and if rumor was true your piss was acid– so Jesus knows I wasn’t going to question it.

Your chair was comfy, and I bet all those numbnuts wished they could sit on it.

The view was worth it, I could see why people liked this stupid city– did my job and ate quickly but I wanted more… so thankfully I had a good book on my kindle and a juicy chapter to unfold.

Looking at the clock I cleaned myself and began heading out, my mind finally shutting down, it was the only way I could sleep, Soon I would’ve been awake trying to hold my head together… I know you were at my house so I know you saw the valium next to my bed, and the mix-and-match bags of sleeping pills.

I should’ve looked at the clock better, I should’ve hung in there, freely disrupting my routine willingly. It was nice to hear nothing, just the sound of my wispy breath and my loafers squeaking, in this silence I failed to notice you.

I failed to notice you had entered this place at all. Did you find it hard to sleep? Did you step outside your enclosure looking for enrichment? I wasn’t thinking that when I stepped into the elevator with my eyes glued to my phone, you weren’t on my radar.

My heart nearly burst out of my chest at the sight of red gloves holding the door.

My bladder nearly emptying itself.

When your frame came into my general vicinity. I swallowed hard. Still had some cheese caught behind my teeth.

Nervously I looked up, catching the back of the American flag and your shoulder pads. Golden eagles caging me, frosted tips right before my eyes, and your hand pressing on the elevator going up.

My hand still hovering near the control panel aching to press down, your collar creeked as you turned to look at my insignificant presence.

“What floor?”

How polite, your voice so quiet, guess you hadn’t noticed me either.

“Ground… thank you.”

Your perfume was virtually non-existent, you were warmth, sunflowers and cotton. I had cats to kill it seems for I looked up catching your disturbed reflection in the chrome. Your eyes somewhere else, something about that picture made me too curious.

I turned it back on: feeling the burst, holding a wince behind my teeth. I found myself leaning against the wall, your ear picking up as I held my head lightly.

You found me annoying, dramatic, loud. I held back my breath as I fixed myself in the corner, just out of fear.

“You should be ashamed of yourself!”

I’m dead. I thought

“Do you have any idea how embarrassing you are!”

I…I…I am sorr– I began to mumble.

You weren’t saying anything, but it was you speaking. Screaming at yourself.

That voice so rough and you became so meek, I took a quarter step forward-- in this small box I could do more than just listen, in the chrome your face moved, it spoke and walked in his few feets of space looking down on you, taunting you, remind you of today’s failures listing them as if he was your mother in the middle of math homework.

You could cry.

You wanted to cry.

You were a wave, a wave pulling me further into the sea and I had no idea how to swim any longer. How? How could you see yourself like this? Why do you let him act like this?

When had you turned to see me? Had my leaning been too noticeable, could you smell the provolone in my tongue? My lips shakily pursed upwards.

It seemed the voice faded away.

“Did you get lost?” You looked directly at my badge.

“Heard they had mints in this floor’s bathroom.” where’s my fucking oscar!?

Homelander mouth half open, too tired to react just shaking awkwardly but your half closed eyes watched me curiously.

And finally I saw your face.

Your eyes were so tired, everything about you looked exhausted, your posture kept straight by your suit pulling you up, but when your lip indulged in the joke.

Magic.

My heart sang a song made in your honor, my cheeks so flushed it made me itchy.

The elevator stopped but you didn’t leave when the doors opened, your finger pressed lightly on the right command.

“Who are you?”

“A corporate spy sent to steal trading secrets for your competitors”

You bombarded me with a singular warning “Don’t lie.” I lived in a world where nobody could lie to me, it got boring, it got insulting, hateful, cruel, so I wasn’t going to lie to you, not when I knew you wanted to decompress… with my spine.

You laughed.

It was so cute– you moved in slowmo.

You took a step back, listening to my unfazed heartbeat, I told you the truth but you heard a joke, maybe you needed a laugh for that voice was back to pestering you.

“I’m new. I was curious about the Seven’s gallery… sorry.”

“Don’t do it again.” You said with a jovial tone so threatening it reverted to being sweet– got it?”

Not a single picture, drawing, GIF, fancam, etcetera. Did ya justice, I could see it now… why everybody fawned over you, but I saw something else.

Behind those blue eyes.

Was the loneliest man in the world.

Your mind I wanted to peek more. I wanted to speak and decipher that voice in your head, I wanted to see why you hated those people under you, I wanted to understand what made you so upset that no matter how much you tried threatening me, it wouldn’t… it wasn’t making you feel any better.

“I’m sincerely sorry.” I said barely whispering but you heard it crystal clear– hope you have a goodnight Mister Gillman.”

The doors began to close as your eyes widened and your lips shaped an ‘O’.

I could’ve sworn your cheeks turned pale and pink.

Mine were candy apples, for once… I regretted saying Good night.

#homelander fanfiction #the boys fanfiction #fanfic #dark fic #Homelander x reader #my fic tag #Can we Be Lonely Together?#will post next chapter sometimes next week cuz its lenghty #I'm ESL plz pardon me english #personal #Homelander x reader fanfic #have a feeling I might tag this s OC or Joe at this rate.#will correct grammar another dauy

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