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Part 6: Reflection

Call me Vyn because I'm a very self reflective person LMAO after I noticed my new hyperfixation, I started asking myself- wow, how did this happen? I was aware of the fact that the timing has played a part of it, but I also love analysing my emotions towards characters because believe me, if I fall in love with one, I could probably write a book about all the reasons why (this post barely covers any of it!) I’m very passionate about writing, so I gush about character’s writing a lot because that writing itself is what made me fall in love with them.

So here are some of the main points that stood out to me listed using lyrics from incredibly old songs that are not even what I listen to! LOL

1) I can be your hero BaBEH

In Luke blossom chapter (and it might be referenced in some cards) it’s revealed how Luke became an agent. I can’t find the exact scene but Luke says that as a kid, after him and Rosa were rescued by a police officer, he wanted to be able to make people feel that comfort he felt when the officer said “Don’t worry, I’m here.”

One day at the capital while helping someone he got involved in some case and then the NSB noticed his actions and recruited him, Luke accepted because he wanted to get stronger and to be able to protect others with them. (It’s kind of sad that in the main story you notice the moment Luke reveals his identity as an agent to make others more relaxed, they become terrified instead LOL the police effect doesn’t have the same effect on others oops)

Luke also talks in that chapter about how it feels, being the “hero”

I actually completely understand his motivation, because growing up.. I had a very similar mindset. I had a bit of a rough childhood, but my respite used to be my PlayStation 2. I loved coming home and running to this very small TV we had and just boot up incredibly cheap copies of games that cost like two dollars LMAO and I idolized the heroes of the games I played and the TV shows I watched (it was mostly sonic tbh LOL) I wanted to bring others happiness just like how they did for me and others.

And I did act on it back then, but being a kid full of fears- over time my anxiety took over and I stopped. I became a person who only freezes and needs others to help instead of the opposite. Luke worked on his goal and became the hero he wanted and he keeps being that hero despite the reality he faced about the downsides, but he presses on. He basically had the courage I never had, and I admire him so much for it. He reminds me so much of my childhood heroes, and I must’ve noticed it from early on in the story.

His words towards Ted in that scene in his personal story really hit for me, I felt like Ted because I try but I’m not strong or courageous enough to help others the way that I want like Luke, but Luke says he thinks he’s a hero in his own way for trying despite being a mess, because that’s how it’s like being a hero in the first place.

I think I’m getting better now, I might not be who I dreamed to be as a child but I still try despite everything by helping others with little things and it’s starting to make me feel so much better about myself as a person. Thanks Luke lmao.

Expanding more on being the Hero, to be one you usually have to jump to action immediately.

I experienced the event “Mystery of Bakerlon” and I noticed that they always show that Luke is always about action. If he sees any type of injustice, he jumps in to help unlike the other boys who would do it more in an indirect way. Seeing him immediately block someone’s fist while protecting another and then give those dead eyes- it does something to me LMAO

Also.. also.. YALL.. this scene

He’s also described as Rosa’s knight? And takes the role of a fire fighter as well? It’s like they know what I’m into haha.

TLDR; I love my messy hero..

2) Lay your head on my shouldeeeerrr

I- I’m revealing too much of my dirty laundry in this post LOL

So basically I have a problem with feeling alone LOL I think most people do! and I don’t mean alone as in I always want to be around others- that sounds like a nightmare. But I mean alone as in no one to turn back to, no one to cry to, no one to even talk to while you’re at your lowest and need someone.

And usually it just feels like nobody cares- you’re just there to listen to their problems and be there for them, they don’t owe you anything. And really, they don’t because it was your decision to be that kind of person, because you care about them.

Luke for some reason, just happened to say the stuff I wanted to hear the most. “I’m the rock and wind by your side.” “I’ll always be there for you.” “I’ll always support whatever decision you make.”

So many of the cards show his devotion to the MC and I guess my delulu head ended up getting attached because those words would actually comfort me LMAOO

I can’t remember where this scene happens but one time, despite Rosa being the one in the wrong for being rude to Luke who was just worried about her not sleeping and working too much, he doesn’t get mad at allâ€¦ She does apologize for her behavior (thankfully) but he’s like hey don’t worry I’m not mad, I understand. And I was here like “why don’t I have people like you in my life?” LOL

TLDR; He’ll never leave you or let you feel alone

3) No one can hurt you nooww

Wow would you look at that? My obsession is connected to another fear of mine! LOL are we noticing the pattern?

I have a hard time feeling safe- I’m not going into details but because of this fear every time I see a character that’s like protective, you could say I latch onto them wishing they were real so they can make me as safe as I feel whenever I see them.

Whenever Rosa feels unsafe or scared, Luke is always there to comfort her saying that there’s nothing to be afraid of because he’s here. And it shows multiple times that Rosa really does feel so safe around Luke- and I just, man! I want that sense of safety badly AHAHHA But yea I become so down bad whenever Luke protects or assures the MC that she’s safe with him

TLDR; He makes me feel safe T_T

4) Luck and control, wait this isn’t a lyric-

So, I don’t know enough for this topic cause I probably need to read more Luke cards (I usually avoid reading ones I’m planning to get in the future but my luck has been terrible) but I have a sneaking suspicion- that Luke’s obsession with planning and controlling the future comes from how he feels like he has no control over anything in his life.

You notice in his stories that he’s always meticulously planning, planning for trips- planning for the year, he has lists everywhere, keeps journals and he plans for every worst case scenario. I… I do the exact same thing LMAO part of the reason why is because it often feels like my life is always out of control so I’m desperately trying to quell my anxiety by trying to control whatever I can.

This loss of control usually comes from feeling like the world is out to get you, constantly getting in unlucky situations that make you wish you could have prevented it somehow and then it festers internally in the form of self depreciation like it’s all my fault, I deserve this. (Something that Luke also said once, I deserve this- it’s karma.)

So my theory is that Luke constantly feels unlucky and like everything is out of his control so he tries to plan and control his life to hold on to his sanity but all it does is drive the idea that he could’ve prevented things from happening leading to a lot of self hatred and guilt-

but that’s just a theory! A game theory! Thanks for reading.

(but note that Rosa helps him through this mindset with making him be more free, a lot of the points here about Luke are actually basis for character development he goes through later on in his route with Rosa and gets WORSE in the main story which is interesting to see but also painful)

TLDR; Heyy life is against me too!

5) An angel with a shotguuun, wait- I listen to this song

Ah, the duality of Luke Pearce that somehow made me even more enamored by him.

(I can be your angle… or yuor devil) Luke is often described as warm, reminding the MC of sunshine, however he is also connected to rain (often in Luke cards if you haven’t noticed, Luke and Rosa keep getting DRENCHED LOL) Even in his confession and proposal cards, it rains on them.

His scent is described as sunshine after rain, because while rain follows Luke wherever he goes, there’s always a fire burning within him. This fire has been associated with Luke multiple times in the game.

Luke and Rain:

Luke and Fire:

There are so many more examples for both the rain and fire, and I think a lot might have noticed the fire part from his card “Sky ashes”, the event “Lukeout fire”, and his card “Invincible for Love” The rain can also be seen in cards like “Looming nightmare” and 1st and 2nd anniversary cards.

I think Luke representing both Rain and Fire also connects with his double life as Detective Pearce and Agent Raven.

If you look closely at this card by the way.. you notice that the “Luke” side is more warm color toned with a candle to represent his warmth and fire, meanwhile the “Raven” side has colder tones and there’s droplets of water on the glass looking like rain.

do you know what results from rain and sunlight?

Luke is surrounded by rain, however he has fire burning within him that Rosa is the one able to make him shine it, and that’s why when they’re together.. a rainbow is created. A rainbow that she usually notices first, and can be a double rainbow representing how to Luke everyday with her has been a miracle to him.

Luke once says that he would always take Rosa to look for the treasure under the rainbow, but then he discovered that she was his treasure all along. I think he’s not only saying it because she’s precious to him, but because to him, all the rainbows he’s seen were created by her light. That’s why his confession gift is the two of them holding hands under the rainbow, that rainbow is one created by them.

I’m a sucker for symbolism like this, and a sucker for characters that are so well written that you discover that there is just more and more below the surface. Luke is a complex character with two sides that are still him, and I’m captivated the more I learn about him.

TLDR; God they’re so perfect and make me mentally ill

Bonus: Heard of Rain and Sunlight? Get ready for…

Dusk and Dawn

Sunrise and Sunset

There are many other reasons like the fact I think he’s so freaking cool and I admire so much about him, or how due to my past I feel loved by gifts especially ones bought or made with me in mind- so when Luke turned out to be the type of guy to constantly be giving gifts ones MADE BY HIM and he constantly mentions that “there are not enough occasions to use as an excuse” to give gifts to the MC. Ugh- agh- I’m dying.

I also was a huge fan of totally spies as a kid I always wanted those gadgets they had LMAO I thought they were so cool- yet Luke over here is literally making ones and giving them to Rosa for protection. Like the keychain with an alarm, a lipstick tranquilizer and a hair pin for secret communication.. GAHH so cool and- caring!!

Okok but I need to stop or else we will be here even longer and this post is already so long AHAH

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[To be continued in Reblog]

Ever since I met you.

…Hello world! Lmao

Hi, I'm Natsumi, and I'm wondering who is even reading this but if you are, welcome to a very long post about how I got into Tears of Themis, how it helped me through such a hard time, and how I ended up falling in love with a certain detective.

I made this post for an event on hoyolab but I’m posting it here too in my trashcan! I already wanted to have a post documenting this online just for myself, even if in the future I cringe while reading it, I can look back and remember the emotions I felt through the year. I also wanted to share it with the world so that maybe people will feel like me, or come to appreciate this character that I love so much as much as I do. (you’re free to reblog btw!)

Warning: This post is mostly about Luke!

It contains spoilers about some Luke cards and some spoilers for his Blossom Chapter. There are small scenes from episodes 2 and 5 of main story as well. Oh, and Artem and Luke 2nd anniversary cards.

If you are here because you’re interested in learning or reading more about Luke and do not care much for the rest, I recommend the interlude, part 6, and The end: part 1. The other parts also talk about Luke and his stories but those are the most important in my opinion.

Due to Tumblr’s 30 image per post limit, this will be divided into 3 parts, each part added with a reblog.

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Index because this post ended up incredibly long so here are the parts laid out to read anything you’re interested in!

> Part 1: Introduction

(How did I learn about this game?)

> Part 2: Contact

(Getting the game)

> Part 3: The Beginning

(Starting the game and first impressions lol)

> Part 4: Falling

(FOR LUKE AHAH)

> Interlude: Luke Pearce’s Fear

> Part 5: Obsession

(How and why did this obsession start?)

> Part 6: Reflection

(Thinking back on Luke’s personality that attracted me)

> The end: Memories

(Extra memorable moments)

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Part 1: Introduction

I play Genshin (shocker) and I have some online friends who play it as well, so when Tears of Themis came out globally since it's made by Hoyoverse as well, most people who played genshin went to check it out. I discovered Tears of Themis through those people, and I was recommended the game by my online friends.

What was my response?

“I have no phone storage.” AAHAHAH, yes. I'm not a day one player. I only started during the second anniversary because back when the game came out despite being interested I could not play because I did not have any device that could handle the game. My phone could not handle Genshin's size either, it's not compatible to begin with- I played Genshin on the PlayStation [emoji]

However I did not forget about the game, I was just hoping that somehow one day, a miracle will happen and I will be able to play mobile games like other people LOL but what are the odds of that happening?... Well, a miracle happened 2 years later.

Bonus: I had a little beef at the time with Artem because I kept thinking drawings of him were actually of Jumin who is a very well written character I love like crazy from mystic messenger since 2016 BWAHAHA

Every masterpiece.. has its cheap copy.. IM JKJK PUT THAT KNIFE DOWN AHAHA

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Part 2: Contact

So one day I was visiting my aunt's house and met my cousin's acquaintance. I met the guy for like.. only 2 hours and during those hours my cousin told him about how I draw digitally but I have been drawing on an 8 year old phone that stays alive for like 30 mins at a time AHHAHA

The guy was like “That's it, I'm getting you an iPad to draw on.” I laughed, thinking he was joking- but then 2 days later I received TWO iPads, one for me and one for my little sister! W t f. Angels do exist on earth? And I was never able to thank him in person because he's a busy guy who only visited my village and I never saw him again o.o

Can you guess what I started doing when I got it? Download a bunch of games I wanted to try throughout the years but couldn't! Among them was Tears of Themis. My house didn't have the best Internet and had a couple hours of electricity a day so I downloaded it very slowly at my aunt's house.

I remember so clearly about how I sat next to my sister as I was downloading the game, and it started playing the second anniversary promotion video since it was starting during that time. At first I was like “aww, they proposing!” but suddenly things turned spicy and I almost dropped the iPad from my hand HAHA.

I did not know what to expect going into this game because I stayed away from spoilers and videos about it since I knew I wanted to get into it myself one day (I was interested in the main story). It made me sad too to be honest because I wanted to play it but couldn't, so I avoided it for years.

I however, did not expect at all that the game would get THAT spicy LMAO my sister noticed my reaction and she was like “What's up?” And I was like “you cannot see this” though she is older than the game’s age rating AHAHHA

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Part 3: The beginning

I was so excited getting into this game! When I started I was incredibly hooked to the main story, and at the time.. hear this.. I had a bias towards Artem because he looked like Jumin AHAHA

I was honestly more interested though in the main story than the boys, because the boys didn't make me feel much at the time- I do not have a “love at first sight” I never had that kind of experience for real life people or fictional people. (Anyone can experience it, and that's valid! It's just for me personally that never happens.)

After knowing characters and learning more about them, that's when sometimes- I fall in love with them as a character, they end up giving me so much happiness just seeing them, they give me comfort.. And they fill up my sketchbooks HAHA is this love romantic? Usually no, that's very rare!

I did not feel much for Artem (turns out the only thing he and Jumin have in common were their looks and being socially awkward, shocker-) but I had a little interest that led to me pulling for his second anniversary card when I started being able to wish. I lost- and got a standard Artem, but then I won and got his card LMAO you can get a lot of wishes starting off. However I was doing the stories of the standard SRs, along with the main story and someone.. someone was warming up a lot to my heart.

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Part 4: Falling

The boys were all very interesting and lovely characters! (The NPCs as well!!)

Artem, despite how he comes off at work, is actually just a shy guy who is bad at communication outside of work.

Vyn is actually a very interesting and well written character being very different than the rest of the cast due to his unique upbringing (honestly? His family feels like a cult, bro literally is running from a cult) and you learn more about his own psychology the more you get to know him.

Marius is literally just an artist who wants to chase the life he wants but is hindered by responsibility and his position.

And Luke- Luke stole my heart LOL

First off, he's a detective and I've already confessed online to having a thing for detectives by a drawing- that starting since I was a kid and I watched detective conan🧍‍♀️his introduction chapter.. was very interesting. It was literally the first episode, Rosa clearly knows and cares about this character right off the bat you're like hmm? What was this guy doing for 8 years? Why did he show up now after so long? Almost making him suspicious even. But he and Rosa seemed so close despite it all.

After that Luke had started showing up in the story here and there, a moment that made me go “ohh.. what a cool guy.” Was when after Marius’ case in episode 2, he shows up on a bike like “get in we outta here” and saved her from all the reporters.

His theme plays at this scene.. my heartttt

Revealing he'd been watching her and the case from afar and was literally waiting for her to get out and get her away.

I started reading the standard SRs, the first one I did was “Among the great blue” which honestly I recommend everyone doing again because I bet you all do not remember Luke saying this about Jellyfish

The card made me go *the rock eyebrow raise* GAHAH and at the time I was all innocent, not knowing anything about what Luke was going through, so when Rosa woke up and did not find him sleeping next to her (after she invaded where he's supposed to be sleeping lmao) and Luke was hunched over like “I'm fine I just accidentally swallowed gum lol” I actually believed him 💀 there were signs, but it would fly over a player's head until things are revealed ON THE FIRST FREAKING ACT OF HIS PERSONAL STORY and suddenly everything makes sense. Wow.

When I started personal story, I was just starting it because starting all of them is part of the “Rookie tasks” event you get when you start the game. Only to be punched in the gut immediately.

This is LITERALLY what you’re greeted with when you start his story 💀

I was starting to warm up to this guy and you're telling me.. he's sick and planning to leave us.. omg.

I got to choose one limited SR from the Rookie event, and I thought Luke looked adorable so I picked his card "A star in the palm" and the story.. omg that card, I'm weak. Everyone needs to see it, READ IT!

It’s illegal to be BOTH handsome and adorable smh

After that I started WANTING to do more Luke stories so I did the other standard SRs “Radiant Sunlight”, “Timely Rescue”, “Inner Sanctum”. They were all so good, my favorite being Inner Sanctum for how much it messed with my heart.

Dude is literally falling and he STILL makes sure to protect her.

I- was dying. I started pulling for Luke's anniversary card, starting to regret my choice going for Artem's. But he wouldn't come-

So I went back to main story because that's how you get the most schips, and guess what- I had reached episode 5…

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Interlude: Luke Pearce’s Fear

The way episode 5 starts, Luke joins the NXX and Rosa is incredibly surprised seeing him there introducing himself as an agent from the NSB. Meanwhile Luke… is mad.

At first he can't believe Artem would even make her do this but she confirms to him that it was her decision, and then he spills the truth about his identity, and about where he's been the past 8 years. He apologizes, for lying, for planning to leave her again, for everything.

And then this happens.

You guys, this scene made me go straight up insane. You can tell how much he had cared and loved her for all these years, and how his biggest fear is literally the main character getting hurt or something happening to her. I felt so emotional over it, that after this act I started DESPERATELY pulling for his card and I finally- finally got it

Episode 5 BTW is one of my favorites in the main story, it is 3 parts because it's THAT good. It's when people will start seeing what Luke is as a character, what's beneath the surface you see in episode 1. (Also this episode introduced the best character: Hugh Moss AHAHH)

The parallel between Rosa, and Jasmine (the reporter whose case you investigate), was not lost on me. That reporter died trying to expose the truth which is exactly what Rosa has been trying to do. I think the entire chapter literally is showing you why Luke is so scared of her continuing the path she's in.

But you know what's the best part? He's freaking terrified, yet he never forces her to leave. He says this:

People keep saying Luke is a red flag that keeps trying to control Rosa and her actions and I swear my reaction is always “Are you even paying attention?” Luke never forces Rosa, he only shows he's against it, but he always says he will support her whatever decision she makes.

A similar more light-hearted situation is the story of his summer card “Iridescent Heartbeat” where Luke is afraid of Rosa getting hurt or doing things that are too much for her so he doesn't consider doing things such as Bungee jumping or rafting. But Rosa insists that she wants to do it and when she's visibly afraid later, Luke teases her a bit (LOL)

but then holds her close to him and soothes her saying there's nothing to be afraid of cause he's there.

He encourages her to do what she wants! And when she does indeed get hurt because the rope was too tight around her leg, he does NOT put the blame on her, but on himself-

Y'ALL HOW IS THIS GUY CONTROLLING??

(The scene after kinda got on my nerves cause Rosa got “angry” that he’s not his usual “cheerful self” like girl I love you but please- can’t you see how much you getting hurt affects him? She pretends that she’s angrier than she actually is making Luke apologize over and over like 💀 but tbh it was also funny, I don’t like how she handled it but it was funny lol)

When they go rafting Luke lets Rosa take the lead and he will follow her because she wanted to prove to him that he doesn't need to plan everything, however Rosa's plan backfires, things go horribly wrong and she can't figure out how to get the raft to go straight. Luke again, does not reprimand her in any way and only helps her so she can do what she wants. Later on even after they've fallen off the raft and onto the water he immediately holds her and takes her up to the surface so worried like “are you okay???” And despite all that, he says she's right. That she's always right and he will stop trying to plan and go more with the flow.

Luke never tried to control Rosa, he just loves her so much that he does not want to ever see her in pain or sad. He wants her to be the happiest girl in the world.

So who is Luke? Luke is the coolest mf, a guy that always jumps into action to help others with a heart so damn big that his own emotions slowly destroy him. He has felt an astronomical amount of guilt and regret since childhood- and has cared for and loved the main character just as long. The girl who is the reason he was able to keep his sanity, the girl who he always wanted to protect, and the girl who is the reason he is still here today.

I wholeheartedly believe that without Rosa in his life, Luke would've ended up completely different, if still alive at all.

Bonus: I remember people being like, the characters have gemstones that match their color in the proposal ring, so why does Luke have Ruby instead of something like Topaz? This is why.. the ruby in the ring represents Rosa (getting emotional over here omg) and honestly that ring is freaking insane because not only did he design and make it and its box by himself for years.. but a ruby is inside the key that Rosa gave to him.

Remember how Luke when you click on the key in visit says “I wear it like this to have it as close as possible to my heart” now look at the key.. if the Ruby is Rosa, and Luke’s heart is the key, do you see what he conveyed in that ring? Yea, I’m crying too.

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Part 5: Obsession

I have a bit of an obsession problem, I've been obsessed with stories, games, or characters and that obsession can last years of my lifetime. And it's understandable, when you're going through terrible things in your life, you get attached to what makes you feel happy and you hold on to that feeling. That's what starts that obsession.

When I got the second anniversary Artem card I did the story immediately and it was.. it was alright. Artem wants to propose, but in his attempt to keep it all secret distances himself too much and gets Rosa worried, but then wow! He proposes with the help of his coworkers and happy ending + things get a bit spicy at the end.

But I felt like.. like I'm getting deja vu AHAHA like I've seen this kind of story a million times before. (Probably cause I did from watching a bunch of kdramas and having consumed a bunch of stories from a lot of media) It did not exactly get me to feel anything much, I'm sure it's different for Artem stans though having him propose after probably following his story for 2 years XD good on you guys have fun with your mans!

For me though who had just started, it did not have that much of an effect. After I got the Luke anniversary card I was excited and went into the story oh so innocently not knowing back then that Luke cards are honestly heart wrenching.

It led to me crying in bed while the sun was rising from the window as Luke says “That's because I love you.”

The way how he blocks the wind from her and lets it hit him instead at that exact moment is freaking PEAK writing.

That card showed me a lot more about this man who is so shackled by his own emotions and circumstance, that he's willing to sacrifice everything even his own wants and dreams for the one he loves.

Have you guys seen that one official art with Rosa posing as Themis? And the boys are represented by the objects around her? Luke is the sword, Artem is the balance, Vyn is the blindfold, and Marius is the snake by her leg.

It starts to make sense why Luke is holding onto her sword to the point of bleeding, he's bleeding yet he looks up to her in absolute devotion not caring for what happens to him and his eyes are only always on her. He’s willing to be her sword, to take all of the pain and protect her so she can be happy.

My life.. has not been what is considered “normal”. I'm not going to give my backstory in this post aHAHAH but at the time when I started Tears of Themis I was going through a very bad point in my life where I was close to have given up completely on my future and accepted my fate as it is. I had shut down completely, and I went back to becoming a shut-in which is honestly something I went through for four years before, it wasn't good.

When you reach that point, you start becoming apathetic to everything.

Luke however, somehow started making me start having emotions again. Reading and learning about this character was actually affecting me in a way I have not been affected in a long time. He felt.. real, like I could feel his emotions, his love, his despair.

And that's part of why I got so attached to him and he became my comfort, because of him, I started to feel human again.

AHA CRINGE. OK enough with the sadness.

But I'll never forget how much Luke and Tears of Themis helped me keep a grip during those hard months. I'm in a better place now, it's not good- but it's better, and I still just open this game and visit Luke to help me ground myself.

One time after a bad day I accidentally touched him and he said this, I went insane-

I think that says a lot about the state of my sanity AHAHAH

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[To be continued in reblog]

#tears of themis #luke pearce #xia yan #lukerosa #rant #one more part left!

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ampleappleamble · 4 years ago

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Me? Tagged?? For WIP Wednesday????

It's more likely than you think. (Thanks @orime-stories! ♡♡♡)

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"Wael's eyes, man, slow down. It's midmorning yet!"

Axa got up on the tips of her toes and leaned over to pluck the bottle from the old man's surprisingly strong grip, her headache intensifying as she caught a whiff of his rancid breath. She had been mostly joking when she ordered Kana to bring out the wine for their guest, but once she'd seen the delight in the poor old salt's face, the sparkle in his eyes when presented with a goblet and bottle-- well, how could she refuse?

She glared at the aumaua now, clutching her last bottle of pomegranate wine, barely a quarter full after the old man's assault. Kana winced apologetically at her, but the little woman only smiled wryly and shrugged. It was as much her own fault as it was his, and she knew it.

The old man laughed good-naturedly, revealing a mouth only half full of teeth, and toasted his hostess with his borrowed goblet. "Early it may be, m'lady," he rasped, a strange sailor's brogue coloring his Aedyran, "bu' this elt lad dosnae rest. An' Magran help us, nei'r dae th' thirst." The old man sloshed the wine in his cup as he spoke, slopping it over the lip and onto the dusty stone floor more than once, before smacking his lips and merrily sucking down what remained inside.

As she had predicted, the night had not gone easily for the newly minted Watcher of Caed Nua. What little sleep she'd managed to get had been plagued by nightmares about books and machines, promises and betrayals, adra and copper and blood. And when sleep had failed her, she'd squirmed in her bedroll, tossing and turning and sweating and groaning. And thinking-- lots of thinking. But in spite of it all-- perhaps, in fact, because of her sleeplessness-- her awareness felt bizarrely heightened. It reminded her of her all-night research sessions in her old college life: standing there practically vibrating from murkbrew and nervous energy, feeling simultaneously like she was strong enough to lift a horse over her head and like she was about to collapse. Scrutinizing the drunken old salt, she squinted resolutely against her headache, determined not to let anything escape her notice.

Axa saw the gnarled fingers, knotted with age, and she watched the unsteady, drunken gesticulations that spilled her favorite wine onto the cobwebs and mouse shit that decorated her Great Hall. But she also saw that the hand itself was steady: not tremulous, but strong and sure. The half-lidded, drink-addled eyes took a while to fully focus, but once he managed to fix his gaze on hers, she could see a remarkably fierce little twinkle in his mischievous eyes.

"Engrim, you said your name is?"

"Pretty much everyone calls him Eld Engrim," Edér drawled, leaning against a stone pillar while fiddling with his pipe. "He's from around here somewhere, but he tends t' spend most of his time on the sea. Or in whichever tavern's nearest. Probably came in from Anslog's Compass lookin' for a little shore leave, ended up owin' someone a favor and havin' to hoof it all the way out here for 'em." Despite the content of his introduction, the farmer spoke with fondness, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled warmly at the old man. "Ain't that right, Eld Engrim?"

The old sailor cackled and nodded, clutching his empty goblet with both hands like a talisman. "Aye, laddie, ye've got me fairly figured! Masons in yer Vale promised me a fine bottle o' spirits should I answer 'em this missive from oul' Caed Nua, abandoned all these long years. Although, ye did neglect t' address me Mistress, heathen that ye be, She whose spark 'n flame lit me way here!" He winked obnoxiously and wagged a crooked finger at the Eothasian, like a grandfather teasingly scolding his grandson.

Axa had not missed the telltale signs of a Magranite priest. The smell, in particular, of singed hair and arcane flame had tipped her off.

"You didn't think the priesthood of Ondra might suit you better?" Aloth's lip curled with disgust as he regarded the man, glaring at him over the edge of his grimoire. He had been quiet all morning, Axa noticed, and the elf seemed particularly bothered by the drunken old priest.

"Not if he's a cannoneer," Kana suggested. "I can see where you might get Ondra-- the sea, drink and forgetfulness, those common themes-- but many who work with munitions, and especially ships, keep a Magranite priest on their payroll for their beneficial healing magic as well as for their blessings on and expertise with explosives." He grinned at the elf, beaming with academic pride.

Aloth glared harder. "If that's the case," he droned, "why is he here running errands for stonemasons in Gilded Vale instead of mumbling over a double bronzer or something somewhere out on the sea?"

Axa turned her attention to her guest. "Good question, actually. Maybe you'd care to explain yourself a bit more while we make our way back to Gilded Vale, Engrim?"

The old man's eyes bugged out of his head, flicking back and forth between the orlan and his empty goblet. "Och, young miss, ye cannae mean t' be gettin' t' Gilded Vale now! 'Tis a day's sojourn, an' rovin' bands o' bandits roam o'er th' roads, Magran bash 'n burn 'em! An' 'ave only just arrived, me!" He looked around at her companions' faces, groping wildly for support, and found only pity and scorn for this man foolish enough to think to argue with her.

"He... does speak true, my lady." The Steward's voice rang out gently from the halls of the old keep. "No guard patrols have been dispatched along Caed Nua's surrounding roads since old Maerwald's decline into madness, and the paths surrounding the estate have been infested with brigands and monsters alike." As her voice faded, a soft little blanket of sadness settled over the gathered kith like a light dusting of snow.

Axa shuddered. "All the more reason, then, to get going. For better or worse, this keep is mine now, my responsibility." She paused as she felt the Steward's blush of surprise, followed closely by a soft, tentative bloom of gratitude. "The only people I can count on to restore my barbican are not, apparently, ready to take me seriously, so it seems I must issue my orders face to face. And I need this barbican restored. Unless, of course, Aedelwan Bridge is no longer flooded?"

Engrim shrugged, fiddled with the stem of his goblet, shuffled his feet. "Nae, no, 'tis... nae flooded..."

"It's destroyed," Kana chirped. "Ondra's mighty fist at work! I learned from a traveling hunter just the other day. The Dyrwood can't to seem to steer clear of the gods' wrath, can--"

"We're going to Gilded Vale, today. Right now." Axa paused, hand on her hip, and then downed the remainder of her wine. She almost flung the empty bottle to the floor in a fit of pique, but she remembered the Steward, and quickly tamped her anger down. "I want this barbican fixed. I want to get to Defiance Bay. By the Wheel, if the only way to get it done is to do it myself, I will."

No one could argue with that.

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It was a satisfying sound, the scuffle of boots and the shouts of workers. Although she knew the work couldn't begin for another day or two, Axa still felt a distinct sense of accomplishment as she strode out of the Hound, listened to the masons hustle behind her.

"Well, considerin' how drunk they all were, I'm surprised that went so good." Edér clapped the little woman on the shoulder, grinning broadly and chewing gently on the stem of his pipe.

Aloth's voice drifted to her over her opposite shoulder. "Indeed, especially after the third time they addressed their questions to Edér and not to you, despite your repeated and... exponentially sonorous objections."

"Let it be known that the new Lady of Caed Nua does not suffer fools gladly," Kana proclaimed. "Although, speaking of fools... I can't help but notice the sun is setting, Caed Nua is almost a full day's hike away, and we're... leaving the inn?"

Axa smiled. "Remember we met Aufra on our way in? I offered to stay with her tonight, cook her some dinner, keep her company. I trust none of you object?"

No one did. She paused, and when she spoke again, she was much more subdued, almost somber.

"Last time I saw her, I was telling her her potion was horseshit and the fate of her unborn babe's soul was up to the caprices of the gods. Least I can do is put my money where my mouth is and be the good neighbor that girl needs right now."

They walked in silence for a short stretch.

"If I'm bein' honest-- and I actually am, sometimes-- I been noticin' a lotta changes around here since we got back. Lot more smilin' people in the streets." Edér's blond whiskers quirked and twitched with his grin. "Wasn't like that before you showed up. 'Course, there is still that tree fulla dead bodies in the center of town..."

Kana winced. "Yes, I was wondering about that--"

"It's a long and gruesome tale." The man in the green cloak stepped out into the road, and Axa stopped dead in her tracks, her companions following suit. "But I'd tell it, if you'd listen. You and the good Lady both."

"Kolsc." Edér whispered through his teeth, surprised, but not angry. Axa's gaze flicked up to the stranger's face as he limped closer.

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#pillars of eternity #fanfiction #fanfic #poe anthem infinitum #wip wednesday #wip #this chapter is rough yall lmao

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addicted - chapter three

word count: 12.9k

playlist: from time by drake, late at night by roddy rich, i want u around by omar apollo, wasting time by brent faiyaz, best you had by don toliver, luv is dro by jack harlow, and party by sik-k!

genre: smut, so much. mild one sided pining, jealous! jeno, angst, fluff (im team jeno yall lol), fwb! to lovers, student athletes! yn + jeno. the boyz! and dream + 127 member make side role! appearances. jaehyun is trying to fight jeno lol, haechan and kevin stir up trouble as per usual

warning(s): smut! smut! smut! (pls, if you're a minor - leave.) lots of swearing!!, jeno is toxic, and boy oh boy does it show. choking, spanking, slight public sex! (they're fucking in the locker rooms again lmaooo), teasing, dom! jeno, sub! reader, face fucking, spit play, cum play, oral (f! + m! receiving), tons of sex talk, established height difference (im not even short so lets not jump to conclusions, but the dominating role i wrote in for jeno imo calls for a significant height difference. im the author so pls respect it. if you don't like it don't read it. thanks.) reader has a smart ass mouth (if you're sensitive? ig..lol my mouth is reckless too so it feels normal) mentions of violence (jaebae isn't taking no shit in this chapter lmao), use of pet names (baby, angel, princess, etc..) jeno can be rough at times in some scenes, but not violent, some dry humping, slight size kink, i think that's it...lmk if i missed anything!

note from mya: ITS FINALLY HERE YALL!! omg this took so frickin long D: im so very sorry & i pray to every god that its worth it ! i worked hard lol. also i had originally written 14.8k but last night it got deleted bcus we had an outage & i guess it didnt back up properly :( but yea, you guys already know. no minors. if you're legal, happy reading :) taglist is posted at the bottom <3 . & of course this isn't revised lmao...fuck that. thanks for your patience & support, ily!

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“yn?” kevin said softly, knuckles grazing the frame of your door.

he sighs when he receives no response in return. he looks back at jaehyun with a sad expression. jaehyun lets out a sigh, chest heaving angrily.

“i’ll fucking kill him” he mumbles, turning around and stalking to the front door.

kevin scurries to sit the plate of food down and catch his best friend before he reaches outside. kevin grabs jaehyun’s shoulder, halting his movements.

“we don’t even know if it’s because of jeno,” kevin starts.

“i know it is—god, i never liked that dickhead” he says, hands going to grip his hair out of frustration.

“ok…but your rep too—you can’t just beat up the baseball captain and get away with it” he tells jae.

jaehyhun sighs, moving to sit on the couch. he tugs his phone from his pocket, quickly finding your contact.

jaebae: hey…ik you don’t wanna talk rn but me & kev are here for you, ok? you know we always are. so whenever you’re ready, we’ll be here waiting. i love u.

jaebae: …and if it was that fucker j*no i promise you these hands are rated e for everybody, especially if they hurt you.

you smile at the text messages. you love your best friends but right now…you weren’t up for any kind of communication. you were glad they knew that as well. hearting both of the messages from jaehyun before you turn your phone off again, burying yourself under your duvet.

—

it’s been a long ass week.

missing three days of class, constant crying, and using up your vacation days to sulk in bed can be very exhausting. luckily sungchan has been sending you his notes, filling you in on what you’ve missed. he was god sent, truly your guardian angel. his notes were filled to the brim, jotted down sentences in multiple different pen colors, he was so extra. the last photos he sent to you was yesterday. three pictures of his college ruled white paper concluding with a quick selfie of himself with a thumbs up, ‘get better, i miss u!’ drawn across the screen with a tiny heart.

you haven’t thought about him. not today at least…but have you thought about him since the whole ordeal? yes. yes times a thousand. you can’t help it, your mind does its own thing. it doesn’t listen to you, no matter how hard you try to not do so — your mind betrays you. pictures of his stupidly handsome face, his stupid buff arms, and his stupid stupid stupid (very good) dick game. you can’t help it!

you’re surprised with yourself though, the fact that you’ve actually mustered up the courage to block him and not text or call him back. it truly takes a ton of work and you’ve done well these past few days. the countless missed calls from the ‘no caller id’ contact and constant texts from the said man. begging for you to come back and his meaningless apologies. you’ve read them…hell fucking yeah you have, but have you replied? nope.

you sigh, reluctantly sitting up in your bed. you eye the time, 11:06am. you have class at 12…if you get ready now, you can make it on time. you purse your lips in thought, do you really wanna go to class today? you shake your head, tugging the blanket from over you and make your way to the bathroom.

—

jaebae: im going to practice and kev is at sunwoo’s. lmk if you need anything, sweetheart.

you see the text from your roommate, eyes drifting from the mirror to your phone screen. you read it and smile. tooth rotting sweet as usual, what more do you expect from jae? you pick up your phone, texting him back.

you: ok!! thank u but im good rn :) luv ya

you lock your phone, continuing your activities. you press the plus sign on your speaker, upping the volume trying anything to get you into a good mood. mumbling some lyrics here and there while you get ready. once you’re done you twist the door of your bathroom, but you come to an abrupt pause. the house is empty now…which means you have no ride. you facepalm. you can’t text jae now, it’s been like 10 minutes since he left. you internally whine, moving to sit on your bed. you lay back dramatically, huffing as you wonder who the hell you could call. kevin’s free but probably tipsy…afterall in his world it’s always 5 o’clock somewhere. jaehyun and sungchan are at practice, jieun…we’re not even gonna think about her. who else even is there…?

you sit up in a flash as his face pops up in your head. if you remember correctly he has a 12 o’clock class as well, so it shouldn’t be much of a hassle, right? you hurriedly grab your phone, scrolling until you stumble across his contact.

you: hey bestie :D !! i need a ride to class, can you pick me up ?

you cringe at the message, swiping up and out of the app. you bite your lip…were you being too forward? is this crossing any lines? was it too soon?

you: if not it’s cool!! don’t worry about it lol..

you chuck your phone backwards onto your bed. palms covering your face as you groan loudly. was it always this awkward? like…texting? you don’t know, but what’s done is done. mainly because you can’t unsend it.

ding!

you flinch at the sound, reluctantly picking up the cellular device.

eric :) : sure!! be there in five :)

eric :) : ps…cus you’re cute i won’t charge you for gas money :P thank me later

you roll your eyes at the second message, you’re glad he’s not being awkward about it. you were already emotionally fucked up…you didn’t need another problem added to your plate right now. you sigh happily, gathering your things and moving to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. settling on a green apple, you bite the fruit scrolling through your fyp while you wait.

eric :) : i’m here

—

you make your way out the door, clutching your bookbag strap tightly. why were you so nervous? you weren’t even this nervous when you and him went on your first date! this is so backwards.

watching your shoes as you hop down the stairs, making your way to his black jdm. you’re glad he’s not standing outside the car like usual, you’d be too embarrassed to look at him face to face. you grab the handle, pulling the car door open. slinging your bookbag off before you climb in. hand running down the back of your skirt to make sure it doesn’t bunch up when you sit. you close the door before turning to look at eric. when you do you let out an audible gasp.

“o-oh my god!” you say, eyes wide with shock.

eric laughs, running a hand through his hair.

“when the hell?” you say, hand moving to touch his newly dyed hair.

“two days ago, you like it?” he asks, body turning towards yours.

your finger runs through his hair, admiring the new color. his eyes are on you, watching you with curious eyes. you were still so damn pretty.

“i do…it suits you” you smile, retracting your hand from his head.

“thank you m��lady” he grins, hands moving to start the car.

you shake your head, buckling yourself in before he pulls off.

—

you make your way through the hallway, squeezing through the many other bodies. you clutch your book bag to your side, trying your best not to bump into anybody. you stand atop your tiptoes trying to glance over the many heads. you eye your classroom, trying to push your way through in

the direction of your class. you successfully make it to class, pushing through the door and hurrying to make it to your seat. you sit down with a huff, head falling onto the table. if you knew it’d be this stressful you would’ve stayed home.

you sat up, eyes curiously searching the classroom. there were a few other students scattered everywhere, but it wasn’t 12 yet…so more people are sure to show up. you didn’t see sungchan though, you pouted picking up your phone.

you: HEY FUCKER!! WYA???

bambi: ??? you’re in class ???

you: YES

bambi: i’m almost there, save me a seat pls

you thumbs up his last message, sitting your bookbag on the seat next to you. in the last minute or so at least ten or twelve more students poured into the class. you rest your face on top of your open palm, blowing a breath out from your mouth obnoxiously. you really didn’t wanna be here.

—

you and sungchan stretch in unison, fingers reaching towards the ceiling. you guys turn to face each other, laughing loudly. you both gather your things making your way out to the hallway, thanking the professor on the way out. you loop your arm through sungchan’s skipping side by side down the hallway.

“you wanna get some food?” he asks and you nod happily.

“ok, i gotta get my keys from my locker, come on” he tells you, leading you in the direction of the elevator.

the two of you step into the elevator, pressing the number four. you both wait patiently, stepping out once the doors open for the two of you.

“you wanna wait right here?” he asks, pointing at the bench outside of the locker room.

you nod, un-attaching yourself from him and sitting down politely. you cross your legs, folding your hands over your lap. you watch sungchan walk away, both yours and his book bags slung over his figure. you slightly smile, you loved him so much. your left leg bounces, nerves going a little crazy – worried jeno would randomly pop up when you least expect it. you find your nail in between your lips once more, chewing nervously.

“yooo! haven’t seen you in awhile,” a voice shouts from behind you.

you jump, eyes wide as you look over the figure. he walks up to you, hand resting on your shoulder.

“woah, didn’t mean to spook you” haechan laughs, welcoming himself to sit next to you.

“you fucking dick,” you roll your eyes, punching his arm.

“ow! why’re you sitting out here? waiting for jeno?” he asks, teasingly wiggling his eyebrows at you.

you huff out, rolling your eyes at him. you lift your hand again, but haechan grabs your balled up fists so you don’t hit him again.

“it was a joke, i’m kidding” he tells you.

“i’m waiting for sungchan, we’re gonna go eat” you say to haechan, tugging your hands from his grip.

“—and jeno and I are no longer acquainted, thank you very much” you huff, turning your nose up.

“wait, really? why, what happened?” haechan asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

“don’t wanna really talk about it, but he can’t keep his dick in his pants to save his life” you mutter with a roll of your eyes.

haechan makes an ‘o’ shape with his mouth, nodding his head in understanding. you nod as well, turning your head to the sound of the door opening, haechan peeking around your shoulder. sungchan walks out, spinning his car keys on his finger. you stand up, brushing your skirt down. haechan follows suit, standing up as well. he daps sungchan up and gives you a kiss on top of your head.

“i’ll see you guys later,” he yells out, holding the locker room door open.

the two of you waved goodbye to the boy, turning around to make your way to the elevator.

“yo sungchan! i forgot to ask—” his sentence is cut short as he sees who is standing in front of him.

you and jeno make eye contact, your mouth drying up at the sight of him alone. you shift on your feet nervously, swallowing hard. jeno’s eyebrows crinkle in confusion and anger.

“hey roomie…what’d you need?” sungchan asks with a nervous laugh.

“so you’re too good to text or call me back because you’re hanging out with my best friend?” jeno asks, looking past sungchan at you. “hey…i’m both of your guys’ best friends.” sungchan says.

you roll your eyes, turning your gaze elsewhere. you didn’t have the energy to deal with this right now. not only did you not come here for this but you’re hungry as hell. not a good mixture.

jeno scoffs when he realizes you’re not going to reply, “oh so you really think you’re too good, huh? can’t even speak to me.” he says, mockingly laughing at you. “fuck off jeno,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest.

“whatever, are you coming back to the crib tonight?” jeno asks, turning his attention to sungchan.

sungchan thinks about his question for a bit, but he shakes his head no. “i’m going to haechan and yuta’s for the tournament…they want their asses whooped in mario kart again,” he chuckles lightly. jeno nods in understanding, smacking sungchan’s back with his palm. “i’m having jieun over, I needed it empty tonight” he winked at you.

you scoff loudly, can you believe this fucking asshole? you can’t believe you used to like him.

“you’re a dick, fuck you” you say, not breaking eye contact with him. jeno shrugs, leaning down towards your face. you back up in disgust, not wanting to be anywhere near him at all. “let me know when you’re done being petty and I promise I’ll take you back, princess,” he whispers, curling a piece of your hair behind your ear. you smack his hand away angrily. “never in a million fucking years,” you say through gritted teeth, turning away.

you make your way to the elevator, pressing the down arrow. sungchan follows suit, nervously fiddling with his fingers. you huff out, blowing the stray hairs in front of your face away. you were beyond livid right now.

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[ the (3) stooges ]

you: jeno fucked jieun.

you: and they’re meeting up to fuck again 2nite

you: feeling suicidal :)

kev: WAIT ARE YOU DEADASS??

you: i wish i was fucking lying.

kev: what an asshole…that’s so disappointing

jaebae: i’m omw

[ you and kev ‘?’ this message ]

kev: where are you going???

you: ^

jaebae: to fuck him up .

[ kev hearted this message ]

you: no?? wtf???

kev: ignore her, go fuck him up!!! beat his ass!!!

[ jaebae liked this message / yn disliked this message ]

you: i’m so serious, what if you lose your scholarship :(

[ kev disliked this message ]

jaebae: sigh

kev: fucking party pooper, boo tomatoes boo!!

you: thank you i love u guys

[ jae + kev hearted this message ]

you lock your phone, sitting up off of sungchan’s lap. you make your way to the kitchen to grab a drink. twisting the cap on the bottle of water, you take a few sips as you walk back into the living room.

“who the FUCK threw that bannana?!” haechan asked and yuta smirks in response to his outburst.

“what are you gonna do about it, huh?” yuta asks, throwing another banana towards haechan’s character.

sungchan is quiet throughout the game, eyebrows crinkled in sheer concentration. you eye the gold number one in the corner of his screen. all the other boys moan out in agony as he crosses the finish line. haechan throws the switch controller down onto the couch angrily.

“fuck you” yuta says, flipping your best friend off. you and sungchan laugh at the boys' reactions, finding them amusing.

you guys all looked at the door confused when the doorbell rang. yuta gets up to answer the door, and you all look curiously from your seats.

“eric? what’s up!” yuta says, unlocking the door for him and his friends.

you turn to sungchan with wide eyes, sungchan smiles at you.

“take your mind off jeno for now…he’s my friend but he’s being a dick right now” he tells you, ruffling your hair.

“you invited them?” you ask, and sungchan nods.

“i swear i’m—” you start but you close your mouth abruptly when you hear your name being called. “yn? is that you?” eric asks, you turn around slowly with a sort of awkward smile. “i didn’t know you’d be here, would’ve come over sooner,” eric joked, sliding into the open seat next to you. sungchan rubbed your back before he stood up to walk away.

“you met my friends, right?” he asks, pointing back at his two friends. sunwoo and juyeon wave at you with a smile. “is this your girlfriend?” juyeon asks, you and eric blush madly. sunwoo elbows him in the side, offering a small apologetic smile. “s-sorry, it’s just–when you guys were at the club…i-i thought” the black haired boy stutters.

“it’s fine,” you smile, hands holding your blushing face. eric is just as red as you, coughing at the now awkward environment. “we’re not dating, jackass,” eric says, running a hand through his hair.

“you guys want in?” you hear haechan ask.

sunwoo and juyeon’s eyes light up at his question, practically running to grab a controller. you watch them, laughing at their excitement. yuta then makes his way back to the living room, speaker in hand. what was a small quiet get together is now a very noisy party of seven.

“do you wanna go outside?” eric asks, leaning down to whisper the question into your ear. with blushing cheeks you nod yes, following him out the front door.

haechan looks at sungchan both of them sharing a nod before sungchan pulls his phone out.

[ bsb bozos ]

hae: wooooah yn went with him outside ;)

sungchan: lol fr? just them?

hae: yuuuup

jeno: ???

hae: oh shit

sungchan: wrong gc, fuck.

hae: yea my bad jen lmao

jeno: who are you guys talking about?

[ read 11:34am ]

jeno: you little shits better answer me

[ haechan liked this message ]

hae: i love aggressive men <3

hae: yn went outside with eric :)))

sungchan: stfu omg you can’t hold water for shit.

hae: im sorry D:

jeno: are you deadass?? im omw you fuckers better watch her, if he touches her istfg

hae: you got it daddy— boss!

sungchan: i meaaaan…

jeno: chan don’t fw me rn

sungchan: no bcus you literally told her you were gonna fuck her now ex bestfriend…

sungchan: but now you want us to watch her?? because she went outside with someone??

sungchan: it’s ass backwards…you can stick your dick in anything that walks & she has to be ok with it but when she’s in the vicinity of another man you’re losing your fucken mind. make your mind up jeno, we’re not kids. if you want to be with yn, then tell her AND show her that. stop making shit complicated. we all know you want her.

hae: ok, but it’s giving poet…modern shakespeare if you will 😫 .

sungchan: LMFAOOO stfu haechan

jeno: im not responding to that shit in full, you talk to damn much. but ik im in the wrong, but im selfish ass toxic mf and she knows that. im omw rn, you don’t have to watch her…but i am taking her home so you don’t have to worry about us.

hae: oh we’re not worried abt y’all…were worried for eric

sungchan: ^ yeah…will he be ok? his team still needs him lmao..

jeno: i won’t touch him…

sungchan: im not buying it, where’s the rest

jeno: if he’s not touching her, i’ll be cool.

hae: alright lee, stop texting cus ik you’re driving.

sungchan: ^ adios

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“wait wait, so you didn’t always live here?” you ask, and eric nods. “nope, i just came back this year.” he confirms, and you nod with a slightly agape mouth. “how are the states? is it as fun as people make it seem?” you question, eric holds his chin with two fingers trying to figure out how to answer. “i like the states…different—very, but it’s enjoyable.” he replies and you nod. “you wanna go?” he asks, referring to the states and you nod excitedly. “ugh, it’s my biggest dream…but i

haven’t gone yet,” you pout, bottom lip slightly jutting out. you wrap your arms around yourself, seeking warmth from your hands.

eric notices and slips out of his hoodie, offering it to you. you shake your head, waving your hands. “it’s fine,” you say. “wasn’t asking, yn” he tells you, already putting the hoodie over your head. you reluctantly push your arms through the holes, pulling the oversized sweater on. eric slides his hands under your hair, lifting it from under the sweater. he curls some of it behind your ear and you look up at him with a sweet smile. “uh, thank..you” you say, fiddling with the hem of his sweater. eric looks back at you, with kind eyes, loving how you look in his sweater. he bends down slowly, inching towards your face. you bit your bottom lip, contemplating whether or not you should let this happen. it’d be wrong, right? to lead him on, you know you don’t like him…not more than a friend. so why let him do this? it’ll only hurt him again. before you know it, he’s centimeters from you, his lips so close to yours. you sigh, squeezing your eyes shut. you wait for his lips to touch yours, squeezing your hands together. your nails dig into the skin of your palms.

before his lips could touch yours, you’re being tugged away from his grasp. your eyes shoot open, you’re now staring at the back of a tall figure.

“the fuck do you think you’re doing, huh?” the man says, his grip on your wrist was tight and unwavering.

“jeno?!” eric says, astonishment evident on his face. you and him both were just as surprised at his presence.

“w-when did you get here?” you ask quietly, trying to pull away from him. jeno turns to you, eyeing the sweater on you. “take this shit off,” he tells you, pulling at the sleeves.

if you didn’t do it yourself he was going to do it himself. you tug the sweater up and off of you, wrapping your arms around yourself. you guys may be on bad terms but you know better than to aggravate an already angry lee jeno. eric scoffs loudly in response to the scene unfolding in front of him.

“yn, what the fuck is going on right now?” eric asks and you open your mouth to respond. “don’t fucking talk to her.” jeno seethes, looking at eric angrily. he throws the man his sweater back and turns away. he grabs your hand, tugging you away from eric. you shriek, looking back at eric slightly waving as jeno drags you along.

“j-jeno, my wrist..it hurts” you say quietly.

jeno stops walking, causing you to run into his back. you stumble, holding your nose from the impact. you look up curiously, wondering why he stopped walking. “you know how angry i get when you do shit like this,” jeno whispers, and your eyebrows crinkle. “w-what do you mean?” you ask. “don’t play dumb.” he tells you, pinning you against the wall. you flinch at the way it feels against your skin, but you couldn’t care less right now.

“everytime i see you with someone that isn’t me,” his hands snake around your waist. “i fucking hate that shit…and you know it” his hands grab your ass, squeezing it until you moan out. “i’m selfish, and you’re all mine baby” you bite your lip, looking up at him with glazed over eyes.

“w-what about jieun…” you whisper, needing to know.

“i fucked up, and i’m sorry..” he tells you curling a piece of hair behind your ear. you nod in response. “did you…” jeno shakes his head, finger grazing your lips shushing you. “no baby, we didn’t…i promise” he tells you, bending down to kiss your head. you nod in response.

you’d rather not talk, it's been a long night. you’re relieved to say the least though…you’re glad they didn’t sleep together. you don’t know what you would’ve done or said if he said they did.

“take me home,” you say, turning your head away from him.

jeno nods, grabbing hold of your hand. “let’s go baby,” he says, leading you towards his car.

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[ the (3) stooges ]

* ‘kev kev’ added ‘bambi’ and ‘hae <3’ *

you: there’s 5 of us now, gc name is incorrect.

hae <3: omg girl stfu

[ you changed the gc name to “yn for prez :D” ]

bambi: lmfao tf kind of name

kev kev: i hope you know i would n e v e r vote for you :)

you: rude asf.

hae <3: yeah yeah, shut up. what happened yesterday ?!

kev kev: oh yeah! how’d it go last night??

bambi: ^

you: ??? wdym

kev kev: did you get dicked down last night?

you: wtf?? no.

hae <3: mission: failed

kev kev: fat ass sigh

you: wait a damn minute…

you: YOU DICKS!! YOU SET ME UP DIDN'T YOU????

you: i knew it…jeno literally just popped up.

kev kev: IT WAS THEIR IDEA

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bambi: stfu you’re a fucking liar

hae <3: jus because i helped doesn’t mean i was involved :(

you: i’m gonna fuck you two up

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bambi: yn, i love you

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bambi: it wasn’t me D: pls believe me

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you: <3

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kev kev: in FRONT of me ?!

hae <3: ^ ong, ur so fake bro ):

kev kev: fuck u yn :(

jaebae: can you guys shut the fuck up?? i have a game tmrw u asshats

you: sorry :(

kev kev: im shutting the fuck up.

bambi: aye aye captain

hae <3: yes daddy.

—

you skipped down the hall with jaehyun, his arm slung over your shoulder. he insisted on walking you to class today, you were a bit taken aback but you let him do so.

“so, what’s up after class?” he asks. “i go back to practice today—i’m excited” you reply back, a glint showing in your eyes. jaehyun looked down at you fondly, he adored you. “should i be worried..?” you ask, turning to look at him. jae shakes his head no, petting your hair. “just didn’t want you running into him again alone,” he tells you, a small smile spreads across your features.

you wrap your arms around his middle, buying your face in his chest. “thank you, jae…i appreciate you” you tell him, he chuckles lightly. bending down a bit to press a kiss to the top of your head before he turns you around to push you through the classroom door.

jeno watches from afar with an annoyed expression. his fists at his sides, jaw clenched tightly. he hated seeing you with other guys. fuck everybody that wasn’t him. though he knows everything between you and jaehyun is all platonic, it still bothers him.

jae turns around, making eye contact with jeno. he rolls his shoulders back, jutting his chin in his direction slightly—silently greeting him. jeno doesn’t nod back, he just stays still—fists still shaking with rage. jaehyun smirks slyly, turning away from jeno clutching his book bag strap.

—

you sat in class quietly, jotting down notes every now and again. you were mainly zoned out though—pondering on what jeno was doing right now. you pushed the pen into your cheek, clicking the button in and out. you wondered what he had on right now, or if he was listening to music, or if he was thinking about you too. you didn’t know why your mind drifted off to jeno lee, but you couldn’t help it. after the encounter with him last night, he’s been heavy in your head.

ding!

j: come to me after class.

what are the odds, lol. you say to yourself in your head. you pick up your phone, clicking the notification.

j: and you better have me unblocked or else yn.

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you: stfu i do what i want

you: where and why

j: don’t question me & stop being funny.

j: locker rooms, right after class. not a minute later.

j: don’t make me fucking wait.

you rolled your eyes, leaving him on read. a little riling up never hurt anybody…well, never hurt you at least. plus, you already know what’s going to go down—why not get him all worked up beforehand? he deserves it after all, that little stunt he pulled at the club.

—

you rock back and forth on your feet in the elevator. you were a little nervous. you fiddle with your fingers, rubbing over the acrylic on your nails. it was just jeno…why are you worried.

you: um…im up here, wya?

j: come to the back.

you lock your phone, nodding your head. you push through the swing doors, making your way to the back of the locker rooms. you take a deep breath before you twist the doorknob. you peek from behind the door, everything looks the same. same chair, same desk, same jeno.

“took you long enough” he says through gritted teeth. you don’t respond, you just step fully into the small room before you close the door behind you. “come here,” he tells you.

you slowly make your way to him, eyes on the floor. he’s shirtless, leaning against the desk. sweat is collected above his brow, you wonder if he’s fresh out of practice. jeno’s index finger curls under you chin, jerking your head up. though he’s leaning against the desk he’s still towering over you. his intimidating features and size make your legs tremble. you look up at him, chewing on your bottom lip nervously.

“don’t be so scared love..” he whispers, bending down to be closer to you. you gulp down hard, both your mouth and your throat suddenly dry. “i-i have practice…a-at 2:30” you tell jeno and he smiles down at you. “we’ll be done by then, but i don’t know if you’ll be able to stand.” jeno loops a finger through your belt loop, tugging you into him. as your body collides with his he bends down to catch your lips in a kiss. your hands are awkwardly pressed against his chest, not really knowing what to do with them. one arm is holding you in place, the other placed at the back of your neck. “i missed you,” he tells you through small kisses and breaths. “didn’t miss me when your tongue was down jieun’s throat,” you spit back, slightly pushing him back.

jeno laughs, looking up at the ceiling before his eyes fall back onto you. you cross your arms over your chest. you were going to let him get away with it, but you can’t let it slide. not after what he told you that same day. even after what he showed you? you needed answers.

“yn…come on, i already apologized.” he tells you, hands moving to touch you again. you jerk back so he doesn’t touch you, jeno sighs in response.

“jeno. you told me you loved me, then you went and made out with jieun that same day!” you tell him, and he holds his face in his hands, an exasperated sigh falling from his mouth. “you went outside with eric and left me there by myself, how do i know you didn’t make out with him?” he shoots back at you. you scoff rolling your eyes at his response. “i broke it off with him for you,” you tell him. “ok…and jieun came onto me and i wasn’t thinking straight” he tells you, walking towards you…wanting to hold you. “i was watching you and eric that night, why do you think i was so mad?” he says, eyebrows furrowed in slight anger. “when i came up to you at the bar? that wasn’t when i first got there,” you look up at him, expression full of confusion. “i seen him help you down the stairs, watch your drink, hold your purse—all that shit,” he says to you and you’re rendered speechless. “that should’ve been me…and i swear if i could go back in time and go with you, that night—i would.” he concluded his statement, hands holding your face softly.

you stand on your tiptoes to capture his lips in a kiss, you knew you would fold and forgive him…all you wanted was a proper apology. you couldn’t stay mad at him for too long…

“are you still mad at me?” jeno asks after he pulls away from your lips. you respond silently, bringing your hands up to show ‘just a little’ with your fingers. the both of you laugh, going back to making out. jeno’s hands grip your waist tightly, if he’s speaking honestly he’s afraid of letting you go. he feels that if he lets you go he’ll lose you again…and he can’t risk that, never again.

“don’t leave me again…” he whispers, lips barely grazing yours. “never leave me…please” he’s practically begging right now. “don’t do shit to push me away then jeno,” you tell him, arms wrapped around his shoulders. he nods in response, arms wrapping tighter around your middle. he squeezes you softly, inhaling your scent.

—

the last few days have been hectic to say the least. you and jeno have been in contact, very much so in fact. you’ve been over to his place a few times but you haven’t brought him around jaehyun yet. you feel kind of bad, he tried so hard to protect you from him but you went right back. so you don’t have the heart to tell him you guys are on good terms just yet.

jaebae: im waiting outside, sungchan is here too !

you: okaaay, im coming rn just have to grab some things from my locker.

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“look at you, what have i done…” jeno says into your ear, licking the back. “you were such a good girl, where’d she go? hm?” you don’t respond, you just look up at him from your place on the floor. your pretty eyes are glazed over with wetness from your previous activities.

“you just do everything i fucking tell you too, huh?” jeno’s hand goes back to your hair, gripping your locks firmly. “such a good little slut for daddy,” he praises you. your bottom lip is caught between your teeth, biting down hard enough to draw blood. you look up at him wanting for him to do something so badly. jeno looks down at you slyly, smiling at you sickly. “you want my cock, baby?” he asks rhetorically, bobbing your head up and down for you. “yeah? huh? you want it?” he asks, making you nod your head again.. “p-please…” you whisper, looking up at him with teary eyes. jeno groans audibly, grip tightening on your hair. he jerks your head in the direction of his pants, squishing your face against his clothed boner. you whine, hands going to grip his legs to stabilize yourself.

“unzip em, now” he tells you.

you nod, hands shakily moving to unzip him. jeno jerks you back by your hair again, and you yelp. he bends down slightly, getting close to your face. “use your fucking mouth” he says, unoccupied hand squishing your cheeks. he hallows them out, forcing your tongue to poke out. he stands back up to his full height, moving you back to in front of his bulge. you open your mouth teeth grazing the cold metal of his zipper. you grab the zipper with your teeth, pulling it down—unzipping him.

“such a good slut for me,” jeno praises once you free his rock hard cock. “open.” he demands and you obey. lolling your tongue out of your wet mouth, waiting patiently for your treat. jeno strokes his dick a few times, thumbing the tip. he spreads his pre cum around, making your anticipation and need for him run wild. he leans forward, spitting into your open mouth.

“you ready for me?” he asks and you nod, mouth still hanging open.

he slaps the tip on your tongue, grinding against you a few times. low girthy groans leave his mouth, loving the wetness of your mouth. your arms are politely crossed behind your back, knowing you're not allowed to touch him unless he says so.

“fuck, i missed this” he moans out, pushing deeper into your mouth. his tip is hitting the back of your throat making you gag but you couldn’t care less. jeno’s other hand goes to your hair, pushing further down your throat. you gargle around his length, choking on his size. jeno loves the sound of you choking, ego boosting a bit as it reminds him how big he is. he looks down at you, sweat dripping down his bare chest and forehead. hot tears roll down your face as you look back up at him. he fucks into your mouth a few more times, nearing his orgasm. you shut your eyes tightly, letting him abuse your throat roughly. “f-fuck—shit” he mumbles, biting his lip as he empties his load down your throat messily. a mixture of your salty tears, spit and cum drips down your mouth and chin. jeno bends down to look at you closer, eyeing the slick mixture of nastiness as it drips down. it all pools atop your cleavage but you were too busy trying to catch your breath to care. you gasp in and out, chest heaving. jeno smiles sickly. god he loved ruining you.

“you’re so hot, i fucking love you” he whispers, crashing his lips onto yours.

—

“hey! what took you so long?” jae greets you with open arms.

you slightly smile, accepting his free hug. he holds the back of your head, his other hand rubbing your middle. you sigh out of sheer habit, you were a sucker for hugs like these. may or may not have to do with you liking to be dominated…but who cares?

“mmm, my bad…ran into an old friend” you mumble into his chest. jaehyun just nods, still holding you.

“alright fuckers, we’re hungry. let’s go!!” haechan yells from his seat in sungchan’s car.

you and jae laugh, parting from each other. he opens the car door for you, and you accept happily.

j: stop letting that fucking asshole touch you.

you: why are you even watching us???

j: that’s how i hold you after im done rearranging your guts, he’ll never be me.

you roll your eyes at his jealous texts. the toxicity is real.

you: what are you on about?

j: fuck jeong jaehyun that’s what.

you: omg. bye jeno.

j: don’t play with me, i’ll fuck you in front of him.

you: is that a threat or a promise?

j: you into that ?? such a nasty little slut.

you: your slut. now get off my phone, im with my friends.

j: i love you

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—

“so~ what you been up too?” haechan asks you. you roll your eyes, biting the fry in your hand.

you were seated in between haechan and jaehyun. the six of you guys occupied the booth in the back of the burger joint. it was just the four of you guys, but you guys ran into eric and sunwoo so haechan extended the invite.

the more the merrier you guessed lol.

“not much, i had practice yesterday…haven’t been there in awhile” you say, haechan nods in response.

“ahh, fun. you like being back?” he asks with a full mouth of hamburger. you don’t even flinch at it, you guys are more than comfortable with each other. “i like it, I missed playing,” you respond.

you fiddle with the straw in your cup, you’re very full and kind of bored now. you watch everyone talk and chow down. haechan and sungchan are talking about some new girl on the cheer squad, sunwoo and jae are talking about god knows what. but eric…is looking at you. you hold eye contact with him, you wonder what he’s thinking.

eric: can we talk?

you look down at the text and look back up at eric. he nods at your phone, telling you to text back.

you: …about?

eric: yk what yn…come on. pls?

you: idk eric…i don’t have anything to say.

eric: what? we almost kissed that night

eric: i gave you my sweater dude

eric: none of that meant anything? none of it?

you: eric, i already told you…i like you as a friend.

eric: you were gonna let me kiss you that night

you: i know..and i shouldn’t have, i’m sorry

eric: i don’t want your sorry

eric: i want you

eric: please, give me a chance yn

“can you take me home?” you whisper into jae’s ear. you clutch the bottom of his shirt tightly.

“wha? are you ok?” he asks, too loud for your liking. you look at eric out of the side of your eye, he’s staring at the two of you. you were never good with confrontation, but in your defense you already shot him down. one time should be enough.

“ok, babe let’s go.” he tells you, holding your hand.

he guides you out the booth, helping you stand up. you clutch his hand tighter, just wanting to be home at this moment. “yoo, where are you guys going?” haechan slurs, obviously having had one too many beers. “i’m—” you cut him short. “s-say it’s because of you,”

“i don’t feel too well, and she’s sleepy,” he lies with a pretty smile.

you couldn’t have asked for better friends.

eric looks like he’s about to say something but he doesn’t. he watches you quietly, walking away hand in hand with jaehyun.

—

“so he made you feel uncomfortable?” kevin asks, fingers running through your strands.

you nod, nuzzling your face into his lap, sleepiness overcoming your senses. “i know it’s kind of my fault—i shouldn’t have let him almost kiss me..” you confess. kevin hums in response, still rubbing your head. it was putting you to sleep, relaxation was inevitable due to his motions.

“it was still a dick move though, i’m glad jae was there.” kevin says and you hum, agreeing with his statement.

“so what’s up with you and lee?” he asks, figuring you would like a subject change.

you shrug.

“not sure, we’ve been fucking…a lot” you mumble, finger tracing the plaid pattern of his pajama pants. “—and he tells me he loves me, but i don’t know kev” you continue on.

you didn’t want to ramble but you have lowkey been pondering on where the two of you will end up. especially since he’s been more open with his feelings and focusing on you more than he has ever before. there was just a tad bit of an issue.

!! lee jeno doesn’t date !!

duh! this has been the issue since the first time the two of you fucked, yet it feels different now…you can’t deny that. something deep down is telling you he’s going for a different approach but after what he pulled last time you’re not so sure. you don’t wanna be the dumb girl that continues to give your heart to the asshole that keeps breaking it. but then again, you’re a grown ass adult and can make your own grown ass decisions. who’s going to say something about it?

—

“jeno, stop it!” you whined, kicking your legs like a child.

you’ve been trying to do your homework for the past hour or so now and jeno keeps on bothering you. tickling, biting, licking, kissing, you name it, he’s done it. you’re splayed across his bed, laptop in sight but certainly not in use. jeno is standing in between your legs, looking down at you.

“nooo, fuck your homework…cuddle with me” jeno whines.

his hands trace your bare thighs, the pads of his fingertips tracing the faded hickeys and bite marks left by his mouth. you shiver at his cold touch.

“i dont think i’ve fucked you in this position” jeno whispers, gripping your waist as he bends down to be face to face with you. “um, yeah you did actually,” you tell him, mind dating back to that day he cuffed you and fucked you for not listening to him. you press your finger to his forehead, pushing his face away.

“i don’t remember…” he whispers, making his way up to your ear. “...i guess i’ll just have to do it again,” he says slyly, kissing your ear softly.

jeno traces your skin with his nose, dragging it from your earlobe and down your neck slowly. he licks a stripe up your throat. you bite your lip, but you have to hold your own.

“no jeno, not right now…later” you say, your voice betraying you. “you don’t sound so sure of yourself,” jeno laughs, pecking your cheek. “shut up, get off me” you roll your eyes, pushing at his chest knowing you can’t push him if your life depended on it.

“gimme fifteen minutes, come on” he tells you, intertwining your fingers with his.

“come on pretty…you know you want me too” he teases, grinding down on you with a sick smirk.

you did want him. when did you not? you roll your eyes at him, letting your head fall back onto the mattress.

“good girl,” he snickers, kissing your nose.

“yeah yeah, get on with it” you say.

jeno falls to his knees, hands automatically grabbing your thighs. he hoists your open legs onto his shoulders. he eyes your panties, leaning forward to kiss your clothed heat. he looks up at you but your looking away. too embarrassed to watch right now. no matter how many times you guys fuck, you’re always shy.

“look at me babygirl..” he says, voice muffled because his mouth is pressed against you. he pushes your panties to the side, tongue immediately going to tease your clit. you clutch the bedsheets under you, still refusing to look at him. jeno chuckles, arms wrapping tighter around your thighs. his hands squeeze your inner thighs, pinching the supple skin. jeno licks a stripe up your slit, moving his tongue in a circle atop your clit. you moan quietly, not too loud.

He eyes you again, but you’re still looking away. he breathes out, teeth grazing your thighs. he bites down, sinking his teeth into your inner thigh. you jolt, sucking in a breath.

“oh my god!” you shout, sitting up onto your elbows in a flash. “fucking listen to me” he says, licking over where he bit you to soothe the pain. a whine comes out your throat as you lay back down. jeno just laughs.

“now…back to my meal,” he snickers.

he continues to eat you out like a starved man. you learned your lesson, watching his every move.

“fuck,” you stutter, struggling to keep your eyes open. jeno loves it.

“keep em open, baby” he tells you in between licks to your heat.

he sucks on your clit, middle and ring finger moving in and out of you quickly. your fingers dig into the sheets, gripping tightly to the fabric. you moan out loudly, thankful that the apartment is empty.

“are you close?” jeno asks, and you nod furiously.

he fastens his pace with his fingers, unattaching his mouth from you so he can get a good look at your face while you cum. a free hand goes up to squeeze your boobs, rolling your nipple in between his fingers. you let out a shaky moan as you feel that familiar fuzzy feeling in your gut.

“i’m close–so close” you manage to say.

jeno nods, licking his lips. he dips back down to your heat, sucking on your clit again. you arch your back at that, thighs squeezing against his face. jeno pushes your legs back open, a small grunt leaving his mouth as he does so. he twists his tongue every which way, getting you to your high. “f-fuck” is all you can mutter before you cum.

jeno laps it all up. his saliva, your juices and release all mixed together making a slick mess. you push him away weakly, whining because your sensitive. jeno keeps eating though, not bothered by your weak attempt to get him to stop.

“always so sweet,” he says with a toothy grin, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

you don’t respond, just flipping him off. jeno rolls his eyes, grabbing your hand. he uses it to flip you over on your tummy. a small squeal of surprise leaves you, you weren’t expecting that.

“you got your release, now i want mine” he tells you with a small smack to your ass.

he climbs atop his bed, hands holding your hips. he pushes his clothed cock against your ass letting you feel how hard he is. you bite your lip in response. you were still sensitive. nonetheless you grind against him, rubbing your core against his boner. jeno lets out a low moan, pushing up against you too. you let your head fall against the mattress, hands laid flat against it to keep yourself upright. you swivel your hips, pushing harder against him.

“fuck, im about to cum in my pants” jeno says and you laugh lightly.

jeno slips out of his sweats with a quickness, wanting to at least be in you for a few before he actually cums. he aligns himself with your hole, pushing all the way in.

“a-ah, fuck” you say, looking back at jeno over your shoulder.

“you’ve been taking my cock all week like a good girl, you don’t need to adjust anymore,” he says, pushing in and out of you at a quick pace.

you can feel every vein on his cock, it’s making your head spin. he grips your hips, steadying himself as he drills you from the back. you squeeze your eyes shut, gripping the sheets under you tightly. you feel like you’re about to cum already. he fucks you fast and hard, his head thrown back girthy moans coming from his throat. sweat drips down his bare chest, a work of art he is. you were sure your hips were gonna bruise though as hard as he’s holding them.

“always so fucking tight, i love it” jeno says, bending down to be right in your ear.

he uses a hand to grip your thigh, pulling it forcing you to spread your legs wider. you yelp in surprise. his other hand presses to the small of your back, telling you to arch.

“f-fuck, there you go–-good girl” he leaves a smack to your ass, fucking into you even harder.

he’s no longer holding your hips. both his hands are holding the headboard, using it as leverage so he can drill you as hard as he wants. you let yourself go, not even bothering to say you were close. clenching down onto him as you release yourself. he moans at that, feeling the extra wetness. he doesn’t stop though, he keeps going. you feel your nerves going crazy, you were sensitive before but now you were extra sensitive.

“i’m sensitive, jeno” you whine, using your hands to try and push his hips to make him stop.

“move your fucking hands” he sneers.

he grabs both your wrists, pinning them to your back. he continues to fuck you mercilessly. hot tears run down your face, pooling onto the bed sheets. he climbs up your body, making his way to your face. “cum for me, princess” he whispers to you. he kisses your face a couple of times.

“come on, you can do it” he tells you. you shake your head vigorously. “i know you can do it baby,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek lovingly.

it blows your mind how sweet he’s being. kissing on you while he fucks the shit out of you. backwards, but makes complete sense as far as lee jeno goes. you let go, that little knot in your tummy coming undone. jeno continues to push in and out of you, allowing you both to ride out your highs. you breathe heavily as you try to calm your nerves. you just came three times in a span of an hour. man he’s good.

“you did so well,” jeno says as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“you’re not touching me for the next two weeks” you say, flicking his forehead.

“now you know damn well,” jeno laughs, laying down next to you.

—

“i wanna tattoo” jaehyun says.

“woah, really? you’d look so hot” haechan says with a mouth full of food.

“on everything, where do you want it?” you asked, sipping on the drink in front of you.

you and the regulars were currently on a “once a month lunch date”. your very own friend holiday that you guys created to make sure you guys always stay in contact. today haechan and sungchan crashed you guys, but it’s fine. they’re basically your roommates too.

“i’m thinking about the forearm” jae answers and you nod.

“everytime you play everyone will be able to see it, good spot” kevin agrees.

“do you know what you wanna get?” sungchan asks, jaehyun shakes his head no in response.

“regular you already gets all the girls, now imagine when he’s tatted” sungchan jokes, you guys all laugh. “man, but i never see you with any” haechan says, looking at jae for answers. “kid you not, as long as we’ve been staying together he hasn’t brought one girl home—ever.” kevin says and you nod. “i can second that statement” you agree with kevin.

jaehyun rolls his eyes in response. “you guys are so embarrassing” he groans, toying with the food on his plate. “it’s true!” you and kevin say in unison. “kev brings home a new girl every week,” you start. “yeah, and yn used to bring jeno over everyday” kevin jokes. “haha, so funny kev. it was not everyday.” you give him a dirty look. “oh please, the man was practically living there,” he follows up. “oh my god, it was like…once or twice a week!” you defend yourself. jaehyun shakes his head with a laugh.

“it was like everyday…” jae says, scratching the back of his head.

“fucking traitor,” you mumble with a pout.

“speaking of jeno…” kevin starts.

“conversation over.” you shut him down right away.

“come on, let’s talk about your potential baby daddy,” haechan teases.

you roll your eyes in response to their teasing.

“damn, no rubber? you’re wild yn” sungchan says with a laugh.

“plastic is bad for the environment, you should be thanking me” you joke.

the table erupts in laughter at your joke.

“get the bill so we can get the hell out of here”

—

you and jeno were cuddled up on the couch, flicking through selections on the TV. you were stuffing your face with the popcorn while he tried to find an anime you guys haven’t watched.

“what about death note?” he asks.

“love it, but i just rewatched it” you respond.

“anohana?” “menma is kinda annoying,” “boruto?” “nah, the manga is better,” “full metal alchemist?” “i’m sleep already,” “oh my god. what about jojo’s?” “character design is trash as fuck, hard pass.” “I GIVE UP” jeno says.

you look up at him like he’s crazy.

“the hell is your problem?” you say with a mouth full of popcorn.

“you’re so picky!” jeno sneers, handing you the remote.

“next time i give you head i’m gonna bite the tip” you say, snatching the remote from him.

“shut the hell up,” he laughs, wrapping an arm around you and leaning his head on your shoulder.

“ew get off me, i’m mad at you” you tell him, jabbing your elbow into his middle.

“just find something baby, damn” he whines, holding your arm in place so you don’t hit him.

“the holy grail itself,” you say with a wide smile.

“this? this is what you chose?” he says with a look of disgust.

“i don’t take cowboy bebop slander, you can shut the fuck up” you say, waving your finger in his face dramatically. “you chose this over all those other choices? really?” his mouth is agape.

“you must’ve never seen this one,” you retort. “hell no, it’s old as fuck!” jeno laughs.”shut up and watch it, you’re gonna love it” you press play on the first episode.

—

“someone’s been living the good life, huh?” yuta says with a smirk.

jeno looks back at him confused.

“huh?” yuta shakes his head, turning him around in the mirror.

the red scratch marks and bite marks decorated all over his backside. yuta laughs, patting his shoulder. “i’m tryna get like you” sungchan laughs, joining in on the conversation.

“different girls?” yuta asks and jeno shakes his head no with a disgusted expression.

“haven’t so much as looked at another girl since i got mines,” he tells yuta, pulling his jersey over his body.

yuta nods with an impressed expression.

“so…we’re all thinking about the same girl, aren’t we” haechan says and all the boys start laughing.

“tell yn we said cut her nails” yuta jokes, slapping the back of jeno’s head before he makes his way out.

“go figure, look who’s calling me” sungchan laughs, turning his phone so everyone can see.

jeno sits down on the bench slipping his cleats on.

“what’s up babygirl” sungchan says when the call connects.

he laughs at jeno’s glare.

“wait what? slow down,” sungchan tell you, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

jeno perks up at his serious tone. he motions to his ear, sungchan tosses him his airpod case.

“i don’t know, i just—can you come here, please?” you say, voice shaky.

you sounded scared but jeno didn’t know why. he needed to know.

“where is she at?” jeno mouthed and sungchan nodded.

“where are you at, baby? send me your location, i’ll come get you” he says and you nod, doing as you were told. “okay, i sent it” you sniffled. jeno was losing his damn mind. why didn’t you call him?

“don’t tell jeno, please…” you say, and sungchan looks up at him.

jeno shakes his head no.

“babe…i have to tell him,” he tells you.

“no! please don’t, please chan…i’m begging you” you plead and sungchan nods.

“ok, i won’t. i’m coming right now, don’t go anywhere.” he tells you and you shake your head yes.

“ok, thank you…love you” you say before you hang up.

“let’s go, now.” jeno says, grabbing his keys.

—

“i told you not to tell him, sungchan!” you said, stomping your foot.

you and sungchan were standing a few feet away from a pacing jeno. not super far but just out of earshot.

“i couldn’t not tell him yn! he was right there when you called me,” sungchan said, defending himself. you groan, hands flying to your face. you sink down to the ground, shaking your head back and forth. sungchan rolls his eyes at your dramatic actions. he crouches down to be at your level, joining you on the floor.

“he’s gonna fucking kill me” you mutter, squeezing your eyes shut. “come on, it can’t be that bad” sungchan tells you, rubbing your back. “i came here with eric!” you whisper shouted, looking back to see if jeno heard you. “oh….yeah you’re dead” sungchan says, scratching the back of his head with a sheepish smile.

“come here yn,” jeno says.

you swallow harshly, standing to your feet. you stuff your shaky hands into your sweater pockets. shuffling towards where jeno stands, your eyes watch the gravel under your sneakers. once you're in arms length, he grabs your forearm, tugging you towards the back seat. he opens the door aggressively, jerking his chin forward telling you to climb in. you do so, sitting in the middle seat. you fold your hands and rest them on your thighs. jeno tosses sungchan the keys before he climbs into the back seat.

—

the air is thick. awkward and super quiet. even though there’s music playing it still seems super quiet. you look over at jeno. he’s staring out the window, jaw clenched tightly. even the grip he has on your thigh is strong.

“j-jeno?” you whisper.

he doesn’t respond, he just turns to look at you.

“if you’re not gonna tell me why you were here, i don’t wanna hear shit from your mouth” he sneers. you flinch, his words hurt you. he’s never talked to you like that before.

“i-i was here with someone…but something came up! i j-just needed a ride home” you lie, believably so at that. jeno wasn’t buying it though. he knows you too well.

“you’re lying. don’t fucking lie to me, yn” jeno says, he raises his eyebrows at you.

his serious expression made your stomach churn.

“i was here with eric…” you admit.

“i knew it! i fucking knew it—dammit!” jeno yells, fists flying full force to punch the passenger seat in front of him.

“why? why were you with that son of a bitch?” he asks you, rage evident in his voice.

you hiccup, trying to calm yourself down and steady your nerves. you scoot back from him, sliding into the seat on your left hand side.

“it wasn’t anything like that! he wanted to talk, and that’s all we did…” you started. jeno rolls his neck from side to side. jaw still clenched as he stretches his muscles. “he didn’t like my answer to him, so he kicked me out of his car and left me there” you shrugged.

“he did what?!” sungchan and jeno shouted at the same time.

“this is why i didn’t want to say anything!” you whined, hitting your head on the back of sungchan’s seat groaning.

“sungchan take me home, please” you say to your friend. he nods, picking up his phone to type your address in.

“you don’t wanna come home with me?” jeno asks and you shake your head.

“i think we both need some time alone,” you tell jeno. “fuck that, i wanna be with you.” he tells you. “did you not see how you just reacted?! you need to blow some steam off, away from me” you shake your head, crossing your arms over your chest.

“whatever yn,” jeno scoffs.

“fucking kids” sungchan laughs, continuing to drive.

—

“ow! stop, i’m sorry!” kevin cried as you pinched his ear. jeno and the other boys watched in amusement as you inflicted pain on the boy. “twist it!” haechan yelled out with a laugh. sungchan giggled, slapping haechan’s arm as he snorted loudly.

“are you gonna do it again?” you ask tauntingly, kevin nods vigorously. “no, i swear to fucking god–just stop” kevin cries out, and you let him go. he pouts, hand flying to rub his throbbing ear.

“and fuck you, haechan!” kevin sneers, chucking a pillow in his direction.

you laugh as you make your way over to jeno. you climb onto his lap, making yourself comfortable on his lap. you snuggle into him, his hands wrapping around you.

“you’re a little bitch,” jeno whispers, kissing your face. “mhm, what are you gonna do about it?” you stick your tongue out at him. he shakes his head, pinching your thigh. you whine, pushing his hand away. “yeah, that’s what i thought, don’t act tough with me” jeno says and you giggle, nodding your head.

“haechan would be a really good name for y’all kid” hae says, tossing a pillow at the two of you. jeno catches it, throwing it back his way. “i don’t know why the fuck you thought our pitcher wouldn’t catch that” sungchan deadpans.

"can you like shut the hell up? i like you better when you're not talking" haechan says, flinching at the taller boy.

“fuck no, kevin is a way better name!” kevin shouted, slapping the back of haechan’s head. “all i know is…i wanna be the godparent,” sungchan says with a wide smile.

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venbetta · 4 months ago

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I saw this post and the additions, I really loved these so much. As someone who also has glam Freddy rotating in my brain 24/7, rent free, I feel like I wanna ramble about some bits of dialogue of his that intrigue or tickle me.

I'm gonna use his unused voicelines as examples, and each segment is also based on the video chapters.

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Something that makes me a lil sad about SB is how rushed and incomplete it was, there was clearly a story going on and yknow I wish we got to see how the characters were before it all got finalized. Especially Freddy. His first voiceline from the original trailer was BONE CHILLINNGG, I get goosebumps.

But his unused lines really interest me. I'm gonna write my thoughts for each section of voice lines with quotes...

Parts & Service

I think about this line often, as Freddy introduces the P&S section to us very casually, before hinting at "behavior corrections".

What the hell do you mean corrections?? What are they doing to yall down there?? He clearly holds back from saying the real thing.

Honestly this line is what made me develop the headcanon that Freddy (and the other glams to a certain extent) are dealt with servere punishments for mild misbehavior. Of course I can see if it was for something like going on a rampage or injuring someone, but like... imagine if they got punished for small instances

Forgetting to show up for a party? Messing up on stage. Dealing with a rude customer improperly. Like really minor stuff.

Idk that line makes me think. It feels like Freddy doesn't wanna disclose that.

The headcanons go so hard with that line.

Also where the hell did that party pass come from? Sir?? Answer me.

I also love how he explains the party pass to Gregory. He's so whimsical about it. Even though the boy's pretty rough around the edges and mature despite his age, he still tries to make it appealing for him

It's the subtle excited spiel he goes on, even if it's commercial and programmed into him. It's like lowering down to a small child's level and explaining something in simple terms.

Sure, Freddy knows Gregory is very capable (especially if this takes place in the middle of the game), but it's cute to see him treat him like any other kid.

Early Fazcade Introduction/Boiler Room Mission/Power Outage Mission

I grouped these sections together because I have the same curiosity about them

First of, I wish there was context. Like I get that Fazcade is the DJMM mission, but what about the other two??

Sucks we'll never know

But there's also this odd tone/disposition Freddy's taken in these lines. Why does he sound so tired? Solemn almost? Idk maybe I'm overthinking/overanalyzing it.

Maybe Kellen was just tired that day LMAO

But it makes me wonder why Freddy sounds like that

As the previous posts point out is Freddy gradually coming to terms with the state of the plex and that everything is basically going to shit- especially in a matter of hours.

It makes sense that even the most optimistic person(?) could fall to exhaustion and strain at a certain point. He's been helping Gregory escape and keep him alive for five hours straight with occasional moments of rests. On the go. No time to sit down and think

It's just one thing right after the other, and Freddy is uncomfortable as much as Gregory is, and he basically lives there.

Imagine living in your house for all your life, thinking and being told everything's fine until you actually find out there's a fucking amalgamation living in the basement. Like honestly, that would be quite exhausting to deal with.

Poor Freddy, he's just trying to keep this kid alive, but his energy is running thin. That's what it sounds like during these parts.

Which Shirt?

Okay Freddy's had a lot of good lines in most games he's appeared in post SB, but this is downright the cutest thing. (After the cut "it tickles" line from Hw2)

This is definitely the beginning of the game because he's still whimsical. The fact he's excited about shirts of all things despite being surrounded by gift shops all his life is adorable.

And that's only because he's interacting with a kid who's the target demographic for said shirts.

The little "hm?" Is fucking adorable. Why is he like that? He's such a fucking dad omg.

Despite how serious of a situation they're in, he just wants to lighten up Gregory's mood probably. Distract him. Maybe do a lil dress up (God imagine).

And seeing Greg indulge and pick out a shirt, it's the sweetest interaction we could've gotten out of these two. Freddy's little "d'awww" kills me.

I used to hate the fire escape ending but honestly it makes me giggle at the absurdity of it. Not only cuz it's confusing (...not really), but the fact that Freddy just blatantly commits arson.

VIP

Some might point to Michael Afton and whatnot... but man, can we just separate him from anything post fnaf 6 and just indulge in the absurd decision that Freddy- a ROBOT- decides to commit arson.

As stated in the posts above, his moral compass is very circumstantial. I fully believe that he does it to put an end to everything.

It makes 100% sense, he's burning a bridge (or a building in this case) so that nothing bad like this can happen again.

He knows the sins of the company he was born into, and he doesn't want anyone else to suffer. It's kinda badass, honestly. He's fully accepted there's no fixing any of it.

He's oddly goofy about it though. Like "I have a finger lighter :3!" *cutely commits arson* "whoopsie!"

Freddy- no? That's not...

I mean good for you, but sir. Please.

I also headcanon that he has pyromania... and definitely had prior knowledge of how flammable those plushies were lol

Security Access/Customer Database

Another line in SB that makes me giggle, "But I highly doubt anyone's that dishonest!" It's so silly

Like I understand why they might've cut it out, it's extremely self-aware. And Freddy Fazbear of all people saying it would apparently be too on the nose for the entire story of the franchise.

But it's just so funny? Freddy's either delusional or trying hard to compensate for the company's botched systems of security.

Like we have really good security systems that even a 7-foot animatronic couldn't break through, but if there's a fire... uhh... idk, good luck, I guess.

Also the database line is insane. Really cockblocked the entire fanbase with that line

Typical cutting off important information cliche

Like how does Freddy remember Gregory? And before anyone says "GGY" ... I have a hunch that it wasn't exactly planned out. I mean it would make sense and honestly maybe it was alluding to it, I believe it to an extent

But looking at how the game came out before the books, I wouldn't say its definitive. It's just fascinating though.

Negative Rumors

Funny how the database line is followed up with Freddy's subtle lore spill. What do you mean older models?

Some say it's the older models going from Pizza Place, all the way back to Fredbear's (I also thought too)

But knowing that there are other Pizzaplexes and that there's an alleged prototype Freddy, it also adds some meaning to his line.

Freddy's clearly unsettled and even distressed. Again I wish the context was known for what warranted this response?

Did they both stumble upon something regarding him? Clearly. But what?

And it honestly adds more to his existential crisis, even if it was initially silly. Like he's aware of there being older models of himself and versions of him at different malls

There's been terrible things that happened. He actually acknowledges it! Before, he's either compensating or he's unaware, but this line is where he confirms that- yes- a lot of bad shit happened. Technically, he briefly says something similar during the East Arcade mission when Gregory quips about the tight security.

But this cut line holds so much power, and whether he's referring to older models of himself or the 40+ years of Freddy Fazbears being "flawed", it's just insane how potent it is.

Freddy Searching

I'm a simp. I love good guy Freddy, don't get me wrong, but damnit, give me whatever this is.

The growl, the way he pleas. "I thought we were friends?" Man, it goes so hard.

Also he's hot. I'm sorry. I need him to say "Superstaaaaar?" like that a few more times...

Honestly, I wish we got to see him corrupted or go rogue. It would've been so cool even if it was disappointing. Friends and I have made aus based around this idea god...

Survival Mode Introduction

I don't have much to say other than how cool of an idea this was. I want there to be a survival mode just so I could see how this plays out

The one thing I like about Freddy in this, though, is the way he tries to frame the lockin slumber parties. Clearly, they're problematic, and the fact that they were even a thing is concerning yet hilarious. There's also the way he subtly chuckles(?), sheepish because "Oh God, that sounds worse explaining it out loud." Makes him human.

I like the constant quirk Freddy has of trying to deescalate/comfort Gregory's nerves by either awkwardly succeeding or making it slightly more befuddling.

Also, he sounds so cool. That last countdown didn't have to be that theatrical, but it was.

Again the growl... I won't stop simping you can't make me

Intrusive Message Response

Freddy butting in like this was interesting due to the fact that he suggests a way for you to deal with Monty. I think this line was added back into the game.

But yeah the fact that he gives you clear hints of taking down the other bandmemebrs, especially with Monty, it's pretty clear he's made up his mind

I know most people who say "but Freddy didn't want his friends to get shattered!" But he definitely shifts his perspective at a certain point.

Not exactly clear on what caused the shift but it's there. It's unfortunate that his friends had to get injured at the expense of being upgraded...

I'm gonna mention this last tidbit since it's not in the video, but there's a line where Freddy says "I could go through this gate if I had Monty's claws"

... he sounds so weird saying it. Compared to Chica and Roxy, he doesn't say much. But Monty? That's odd but also funny.

He doesn't even push to know where he got the claws from, knowing damn well its Monty's. "How fortunate!" Freddy- Freddy... sweetheart, just say you don't like Monty, okay? (Lighthearted)

I think that's about it, I feel like I rambled a lot... I might've missed some things?

I just really like Freddy, and the posts above really had me giddy and excited about his quirks and how much he changes throughout the game. Sure most of it is surface level, but being able to find ways to interpret him is fun, especially looking at how he functions morally.

One last tiny note, I think it's funny that he doesn't condone cheating at games, but let's Gregory steal public property (merchandise and tools via the gift boxes). Sure, *some* of it is meant to help him.. but do you think if Freddy saw Gregory swipe candy from the kiosk, he'd turn a blind eye or...?

Freddy's pretty interesting from a moral standpoint. He goes from this commercial being who tries to compensate for the sketchy business practices, to someone who becomes tired and strained of the mayhem, and ultimately finds that there's no way to fix the mess and sins of the past; history will repeat itself, one way or another. Break the curse.

Glamrock Freddy’s Morals

I’m losing my mind over Glamrock Freddy’s moral compass. He is honestly such a treasure just because of his perceptions of good and bad.

Firstly, he praises the Pizzaplex’s scheme with the Fazcams; they’re only sold in Monty Golf and are also banned from use there, so they are confiscated (presumably to be resold).

But if you bring him into Fazer-Blast and try to make him enter the ride, he says with UTTER disappointment, “Shame on you, Gregory! I cannot enter the attraction with you, it would be cheating! It is against my programming to cheat!”

Like you’re okay with cheating people out of their money and merchandise but God forbid he play Fazerblast with me. (FYI I JUST WANTED TO LOOK FOR COLLECTABLES, I HAD ALREADY BEATEN THE GAME)

He complains of the fire safety system, but he is willing to SET THE BUILDING ON FIRE in one of the endings.

Finding a Bonnie Bowl ticket? He’s thrilled! Gregory is disappointed by the Mr. Hippo magnet? Someone could have died and Freddy would be less distraught.

Like, Freddy, man, what are you doing????

#gosh im sorry if this went on for a while...#two hours of writing- was it worth it?#yes cuz i got to watch the unused voiceline video for this...#i hope it was worth the read-#uhm #anyways byeeeee #glamrock freddy #ven speaks #analysis

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yoongsisbae · 3 years ago

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Handshakes of a Lifetime - Chapter 7

BTS soulmate AU. OT7 x reader / Namjoon x reader focused in this chapter

Thank you to those who left comments and asks on my last chapter and on my new story (shameless plug)! I go through this thing where the closer I get to finishing a chapter the more I want to just go back and delete everything lmao and I will go and re-read your comments to take away my nervousness. So thank you lovelies, you the real ones! Yall are keeping this crazy train on its tracks. :’D

Warnings: death, war, fighting, blood, arranged marriage, cheating, sex with Namjoon, first times, spitting idk kind of kinky I try not to do the same old thang so it’s not boring for you, rough sex, Namjoon.Is.Big. size kink all over the place

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“Joon...” The eldest member calls out to him.

“I-I need some air.” Namjoon breaks away from the group.

“Wait!”

You follow after him, the other members are right behind you. He’s almost out the door, about to leave, and you feel frantic at the thought of him being alone and upset, upset at you.

Namjoon did not want to admit his feelings. He did not want to think of the envy he had felt simmering inside for days. He did not have this otherworldly connection with you like the others, but he still found his chest tightening at the possibilities. Deep down he held onto one last sliver of hope, the small guarantee the world would right itself again with you coming back into their lives. He held on to that hope right until the moment you held his hand and the revelations he expected to flow through him never happened. He felt like he had been given a test and failed, and he was too ashamed to face his failure.

You would do anything to go back in time and find the courage to reach out to Namjoon. You call his name but he ignores you.

Why does it have to be like this? Your life has never been this complicated, this difficult, you don't want to hurt them anymore. You promised yourself you would try, but it’s always one step forward, two steps back. It’s not fair! Before you can stop yourself you grab the leader’s wrist and pull him back to you.

Namjoon jolts in your grasp. You feel like you’ve been stunned by electricity, and that’s what it looks like to all the other members as you and Namjoon stand frozen in place. Your lungs won’t even open for air as all the muscles in your body stiffen. Your ears ring. His memories bombard you, rip through your consciousness and flood your senses until they become the only sights you see, the only thoughts you have, and then everything turns to black around you, the ringing growing louder.

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There’s a ringing echoing through the halls. Guards are yelling. You rush through the corridors being pulled by your own guard, a man who’s been by your side for years, who’s dedicated his life to protecting you. Amongst the screams and roaring cries of battle you try to find comfort in the warmth of his hand as it envelops your own.

The palace is in chaos. Soldiers run through the halls brandishing weapons, ready for battle. Your guard’s large body blocks your own as you run behind him. There’s so much yelling you can barely make sense of it, but then you hear it, “There’s an attack!”

It feels wrong running away. He leads you into the heart of the palace, until you’re safely hidden in a room designed for protection. Your guard begins to bolt the intricate door locks, locking you inside with him. You place your hand on top of the latches.

“What are you doing?” Namjoon questions as he pulls you away from the door.

You squirm in his grasp, “How can I stay here, listening to the cries of my people?” You glare at him defiantly, “You’re one of the strongest soldiers in the palace, you should not be here! I want to fight with you!”

“No, you will not. You will stay here and keep our kingdom from falling.” His fingers brush against the gold cuffs in your hair and along your jaw. You sigh into his touch. This is unfair.

Namjoon stands guard at the door, his tall frame stays still and impassive. Without windows you can’t tell how much time has passed, but the noise has died down in the halls. You can’t take it anymore and move closer to him, seeking his warmth. Your hands find his sides and you bury your face into the muscles of his back.

“Princess…” he warns softly.

“We’re alone now, please…I’m scared.”

“Don’t worry, I will protect you with my life.”

That is what makes you worry the most. You let your lips drag against his exposed skin as you breathe in his scent. Your hands travel to his front and you begin to caress the hard muscles of his torso. He tenses in your hold, he can’t have any distractions, even if it’s you.

“Please princess, I must stand guard, the palace could be under siege,” Namjoon whispers, head held high.

“This might be the last time I get to be with you then,” you say as your fingers drift lower.

Namjoon growls, he turns around to face you and his hands find the back of your head. He pulls you swiftly, your body crashes against his large frame as his lips find yours. If he had one weakness in his life, it would be you. Namjoon finds it impossible to deny you, even now, while the palace crumbles at his feet.

Namjoon’s long fingers curl around the crook of your neck, tilting your head upward. He kisses you roughly despite his careful embrace. You let him lead you backwards until your back meets a pillar. His tongue glides over your mouth and you eagerly part your lips for him, desperate for his touch. You want him, all of him. If you could run away with him and be by his side forever, you would, if only he’d ask.

You’re both interrupted by a hard knock at the door. Namjoon wheels around, covering your body with his own, poised in a fighting stance.

“Commander!” The familiar voice of Namjoon’s soldier shouts out from behind the door.

“Your position, say it now!” Namjoon’s voice thunders, deep and menacing.

“The palace is secure! The enemy’s retreated, we were able to beat them...b-but something has happened…” The silence behind the door makes your heart drop. You clutch onto Namjoon for support as he walks slowly to the door.

“Speak,” Namjoon’s deep voice orders the voice behind the door.

“The Pharaoh is dead!”

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You sit amongst men, your guard by your side. You listen to them argue military strategy. They argue about you like you do not sit there.

“...she is a mere child.’

“I am not a child!” You finally speak up.

“She’s a woman.”

You clench your teeth, you chance a look sideways to Namjoon. His eyes are dark with anger and his hands clench the handle of his spear. He looks murderous. You stand up. “Right now I am your King!” The hall stays silent.

The royal vizier speaks hesitantly, “Our kingdom is weakened, we do not have a proper Pharoah and if we do not act quickly our lands will fall to another Kingdom. We are trying everything we can to protect you and the bloodline.”

You exhale and sit back down sullen. You have to find some way to save your people. But what can you do?

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You hear familiar steps pace in your bedroom. You stand on your balcony, looking down to the homes of your people.

“Are you still having nightmares?” His voice resounds behind you. You turn and offer your guard a weak smile. “Would you like to talk about it?” Namjoon asks.

“They are so strange, I cannot even describe them to you if I tried,” you sigh. You look at your guard, at his muscular frame and sharp jaw and sweet smile. There is a resemblance you notice that pulls at your memory.

“What do you think will happen to them?” You gesture to the homes below. You silently wish you were one of them and your own worries were someone else’s. “Do you think if we pray to the gods perhaps this Kingdom can be saved?”

Namjoon scoffs, “No gods will save us.”

“And no man will either,” you add, “...but a marriage will.” Your guard's face stays impassive, but you notice the small things; the clench in his jaw, the tick of his eyebrow, the breath he holds.

He knew this day would come eventually, he knew he had no claim to you.

“If we merge our Kingdom with another, we could save them and become stronger in the process,” you continue.

“If that is what you think is best…”

“I will do anything to save them,” you run your fingertips over his furrowed brow to smooth his pained expression away, “and you.”

He exhales, stepping closer to you. Namjoon leans his head against your shoulder and breaths in your scent in his desperation to forget his troubles. You run your hands up his arms and down his sides, watching the muscles flex under your touch.

Namjoon buries his head closer into the curve of your neck, you can feel his silent anguish and it makes you hurt. Life is unfair.

Namjoon loves you. He’d suffer a thousand lifetimes to give you happiness. He silently prays for your safety, willing to sacrifice his own happiness in return.

“Make love to me,” you whisper. In that moment you want to give Namjoon everything. If you are going to give your life away, you want him to mark his claim on you in a way that only you will know.

“Princess, I...” His eyes search yours.

“Please?”

Namjoon gives into his weakness once again.

He picks you up easily, carrying you back into your quarters and lying your body down against your bed. His strong hands run over the sheer fabric that covers your breasts, making you moan under his careful caresses. His hands travel under your dress, pushing the fabric over your hips as he kisses you slowly. You shudder as you’re exposed to him, his gaze so strong it burns your uncovered skin, makes you feel hot and needy for him.

Namjoon wants nothing more than to make you his, worship every curve of your body and touch every part of you until you’re lost in pleasure. But he keeps himself from fulfilling his dishonorable desires, worried how his treachery will further corrupt you.

You can see the hesitation in his eyes, and the growing bulge behind the cloth that covers his torso. Your fingers find the knot around his waist and unravel the fabric away. You take in his body in all his glory. Namjoon is big. His tan torso hovers over your body. You should feel intimidated, but all you feel is safe beneath his strong frame.

Your fingertips find his lips, dip inside his waiting mouth just slightly, and travel down his chest to circle the sensitive skin of his pecks. Namjoon moans from your touch. His own fingers find your mouth, his thumb caressing your bottom lip until he pushes it into your open mouth. You keep up your ministrations and travel lower until you grip his long hard length. His thumb opens your mouth wider, moving down your wet tongue. You roll your tongue around his digit, hoping to break his resolve.

Namjoon can barely keep himself together, shaking above you. “Princess, I fear I am in love with you. I’m afraid. I’m afraid because I want to do the most immoral things to you,” Namjoon groans. His confession makes you arch your back into him. His other hand caresses your face, wiping away the tear that escaped in your frustration, smudging your eyeliner in the process.

Your face, usually perfect and noble as your title, now messy and crying for him, full of lust and love, your mouth open and waiting under his thumb, proved to be his last undoing. He gathers fluid in his mouth, and lets it travel past his lips, dripping into your open mouth. You swallow his spit, moaning his name. He snaps, kissing you hungrily, his tongue exploring your mouth as you run your hand up and down his length, bringing him to your core.

He can feel the wetness between your legs, gripping your hips to meet his own. You moan as he slowly enters you, filling you in a way you’ve never experienced. Pain and pleasure intermingle as you stretch around his thickness. He slowly ruts into you.

“Stop holding back,” you gasp in between breaths.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“This is one instance where I don’t want your protection,” you say between kisses. You want him to stop treating you like glass.

“I can handle it, give it to me,” You pull his bottom lip between your teeth and bite down hard. The action makes him snap his hips into you and you cry out. He growls, rolling his hips into your heat, indulging himself. Namjoon pulls away from you and grabs your leg, pushing it to your shoulder. There is a dark intensity in his eyes as he watches your chest heave in want.

“You can’t make noise,” he says, bringing his other hand to your mouth, holding you down. You place your hands over his, holding his arm while he rolls into you hard and deep. He fucks you like that, as you whimper and moan against his palm. When you tighten around him, nearing your high he slams into you faster, replacing his hand with his lips, holding you to him, until you shake with your release, lost in blinding pleasure. His hold on you never falters, even in his own release.

Namjoon kisses the soft skin of your neck, still unwilling to let you go, wanting to hold onto this moment for as long as he can.

---

Namjoon paces his quarters. It’s your wedding night. He barely held himself together during the ceremony, he hated the unease in your eyes as you performed the marriage ritual. Even if no one else could see, he saw immediately the fear you felt now bound to a stranger. You were one of his many wives, you accepted your role, knowing it would be the only way to ensure peace for your people. And the thing he hated the most is how you ignored him completely. He understood why, if your sad pained eyes had met his he would have probably killed every man in the palace to get to you. It drove Namjoon near mad knowing he could not console you. So he stayed awake, pacing his room, torturing himself to thoughts of you under another man.

Strong hands pull you back. Hidden, you find yourself against your guard, his long limbs hug your body close to him. Namjoon knew the palace well, he knew all the places he could take you where no one could find, places unknown to even the Pharaoh. His hands grab at your body, groping your most sensitive parts.

“My Queen...” his voice growls low in your ear, fueling your hidden desires.

Your breath is hot and heavy. “If they catch us they will kill you,” you gasp.

“It would be worth it.” He turns you around and pushes you against the wall. There is a fire in his eyes that incinerates any resistance inside you and leaves you weak for him. You know it’s a dangerous game you play with him. You know if you were to be caught your life would end, because his life is your life, and Namjoon would surely be punished in the most atrocious of ways for disrespecting a god amongst men.

But you cannot stop. You try, but your need for each other only grows the more you try to stay away. “I love you,” Namjoon whispers the words to you.

“I love you,” you whisper your secret back and forth to each other, confessing your sins over and over again.

He lifts you up in his arms. You instinctively wrap your legs around him and he groans as your naked core meets his hardening length. Namjoon crushes you between his large body and the wall. His arms find the underside of your knees and lift you legs higher to spread you wider for him. Your hands unwrap the cloth around his waist quickly, needing him closer to you.

He lands a crushing kiss on your lips, swallowing your cries as he inches his length into you. He does it quickly, afraid of taking up too much time where your absence becomes noticeable. The stretch has you shuddering around him. He rolls his hips into yours hard and fast, over and over again, with such force you lose every thought in your mind; you only desire what Namjoon gives you, you can only think of the way his hips crash into yours.

The numbness in your joints and the hypersensitivity between your legs has you crying out in pleasure. Your arms try to find stability, but your grip is nonexistent in your lust filled delirium. You let Namjoon manhandle your body, let him strum the aching chords of your desire until you reach nirvana. He holds your shaking body in his arms as he deepens his thrusts and spills into you, making you his the only way he can.

---

In your love, you both grew reckless. Servants began to notice the longing looks, the forbidden touches. They would whisper when his fingers would sweep down the curve of your spine and along the apples of your cheek. Unknown to you, it became the palace’s greatest gossip now that your people have settled into the boredom of peace. You were naive to think the Pharaoh wouldn’t find out.

So now you stood here in your husband’s throne room, in front of your king, without your guard as he requested.

“Hello, my great wife.” He smiles at you kindly. He is not a bad man, but good men also have their limits. “I haven’t had the pleasure of your company in quite a while. I missed my wife.”

He beckons you closer and you oblige. He kisses you tenderly. The Pharaoh is handsome and loving, he lets you run your kingdom as you please when he’s away, and if you weren’t already madly in love with your guard you could see a good life with him. You know you were being unfair.

“I love you, my beautiful wife.” His eyes look down at you earnestly, “Do you love me?”

“Of course, my King.”

He pulls you into an embrace. “And are you devoted only to me?”

You stiffen against him, “Of course.”

The Pharaoh lifts your hands to his lips and kisses. He moves your intertwined hands in front of your face in silent request, so you repeat the action bringing your lips against his knuckles.

The king is kind, but betrayal is not something he can accept. He takes a deep breath and moves around the room. You watch him cautiously as he speaks quietly to a guard who leaves.

“I do love you,” he repeats, “I want you to be happy with me. Let me make you happy.”

His words feel like a test, and you don’t know what to say to him to please him. “I am very happy, my king.”

You see anger flash across his face before the Pharaoh grabs a vase resting near him and throws it against the palace wall, smashing the beautiful pottery to pieces. You hold your breath, frozen in place.

The guard comes back with another. In walks Namjoon between them, he towers over them and the Pharaoh. When you look at him he doesn't meet your eyes, staring only at the Pharaoh. But your husband doesn’t offer him a second glance, as if his presence was beneath him, keeping his sole attention on you. Your eyes dart between the men.

Your husband addresses you again, “I love you,” he says, his voice still hopeful as he waits expectantly, you know what he wants you to say. With his outburst, you know he knows, so now in front of Namjoon, the lie cannot leave your lips. In your silence the Pharaoh only grows more angry.

Your heart feels heavy, “I’m sorry...”

“Did you lie to me before, my wife? Do you love me? Say it.”

“I’m sorry,” you repeat quietly, hoping your husband who has been nothing but kind to you offers you one last token of mercy. “I’m sorry. How can I give you my heart when another holds it...”

The words hang heavy in the air between you and the men. Your husband sighs. “You will regret this,” he mutters. “Take him to the dungeons,” he addresses the guards, “He will remain there until judgement.”

You run to Namjoon, guards move to separate you. You hold onto Namjoon's frame, crying, but he remains impassive, not putting up a fight, pretending you don’t exist. It makes you cry even more, to think this might be the last time you see him and for him to act so coldly toward you.

You do not let him go until cold blades meet your skin, and still you fight, not caring when blood escapes. The Pharaoh’s booming voice tells the guards to leave him and you. He holds your shoulders as the guards and Namjoon leave. You watch silently, distraught, wishing you could call out to him, to meet his eyes only once.

The Pharaoh grabs your chin to face him, and when your eyes do not move from the retreating figure of your guard he shakes you. “For you I don’t kill him,” he whispers, eyes boring into yours, your tears falling on his fingers. “But if you act like this any further, I will have no choice. Do you understand?” You hold in your sobs.

“I understand, my king.”

---

Namjoon sits in his cell, he meets the eyes of the guard tasked to look after him, his friend. Namjoon nods at him when he sees the worry in his eyes, Namjoon knows he holds his trust and devotion. His thoughts drift to you again and guilt overwhelms him. He had failed in protecting you.

He had succumbed to his worst urges, let himself gorge on forbidden fruit and was removed from the paradise of your company because of it. He had dared allowed himself to think he had a place high above by your side, but he had stayed too close to the sun, and now burned and humbled, he sits alone thinking upon how he can fix his mistakes.

Namjoon sat in his cell for days, welcoming his punishment. He deserved this, he thought. He wallowed in his misery until he realized being cast away and alone meant you were alone too. He asked himself the same question for days, were you better off without him? Until one day he decided no.

---

You awake from your slumber as a hand covers your mouth. “Stay quiet.”

You nod your head, unable to see the dark figure above you but immediately recognizing his voice.

“I’m going to escape, leave this place, do you want to come with me?’ You nod your head against his palm.

You follow closely behind Namjoon, your heart jumping inside your chest, ecstatic to have him by you again, and terrified of getting caught. The halls are desolate and dark, the new moon providing no light for your escape.

You and Namjoon hear approaching footsteps and Namjoon grabs you and pulls you into a dark hiding spot. His large frame covers you entirely, so you can only hear the footsteps as they reach closer, suddenly stopping right in front of you.

You hold your breath waiting for the worst, but it never comes, Namjoon pulls you along as he follows the guard. He brings you to another guard and you follow him as well. You and Namjoon keep being passed along until you make it out of the palace. He embraces his last friend goodbye.

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“We’ll stay here until nightfall. It is the last place the Pharaoh will look for us.”

“Is it not dangerous to-”

“It’s been all taken care of, my Queen.” You do not ask questions, you follow Namjoon deep into the pyramid away from the rising sun. He leads you, torch in hand. You wonder what pathway would take you to your father, his last resting place on earth until he is reborn again.

“I missed you.”

Namjoon turns around, “I missed you too, my love.”

“I-I thought you hated me for what I did,” you whisper.

His arms wrap around you and you let yourself sink into his comforting embrace. “I could never hate you. It was my own fault, my punishment as a weak man. I hoped if the Pharaoh thought I no longer cared for you, he would not punish you as well. He didn't hurt you, did he?”

You know anything other than a no would have Namjoon bursting into the palace once again, so you shake your head at his question.

You pull him closer to you, “I'm sorry, you’ve always protected me, and I couldn’t save you...I should have done more, I should have...”

“Well,” he looks to the altar you’ve found yourselves in the midst of, “Now that we are here, I don’t object to a prayer to the gods.” Namjoon offers you one of his rare dimpled smiles.

You’ve witnessed enough rituals to know the basics, but had no idea how to enact one on your own, so you hoped the gods would hear your heart instead. You offer your life to the man in front of you, as so does he, sealing your love with a kiss and two drops of blood. What could be more sacred than vowing your hearts to each other in the house of divine judgement, where the very bridge between worlds should reside?

Namjoon holds you in his arms as you sleep, guarding your sleeping form. He feels content knowing you're his as much as he’s yours. Soon, he will leave this place with you and start a new life together.

You whimper in your slumber. Namjoon runs his hand over your forehead, wiping away the accumulating perspiration. When you thrash in his arms he tries to sooth your cries, but you wake up with a start, heart beating fast and breathing heavy. You cling to him dazed from your dreams.

“Another nightmare?”

“No. I...don’t know what it was.” You push the thoughts back, images of him, odd environments you can’t place. Feeling safe in his arms again, sleep finds you quickly.

---

The desert is unforgiving, but you feel safe following Namjoon’s lead. He followed a route he knew no one else would take to look for you. A quicker route to the next city, and more dangerous, but nothing a skilled warrior like him couldn’t overcome. He knew how to survive off the land. Your muscles ached, your body hot and fatigued from too much sun, your lips dry from sparse water, but you stayed strong for him. Only a couple more days and nights to civilization.

Nights you enjoy. When he holds you close to him, you let the heat that radiates off his body keep you warm under the cool night’s moon. Together, alone in the vast sahara, you can scream to the heavens your love for each other. The stars dance in the night sky, you want to believe they dance for you and Namjoon, rejoicing in your happiness.

---

Something is wrong, Namjoon can feel it before he sees it. A wall of destruction headed towards you both. Namjoon could fight against countless enemies, but this, a vast sandstorm, deadlier than any military, his only choice was to...

“Run!” He grabs your wrist, pulling you along. The sand beneath your feet makes your strides heavy, but you do as Namjoon says. You run, and run, and run.

You run away from the roaring dark cloud of sand hurling towards you. It rolls along the desert floor, rumbling, pulling in more sand and becoming bigger and bigger. You run. You know this is a race you cannot win, but you run.

When your back meets the edge of the storm, your body is hurtled forward as the sandstorm whips around you and Namjoon, pulling you away from his grasp.

Namjoon screams your name. You search for each other as sand pelts you, clogging your lungs and blocking your vision. The storm's greyness turns to a frightening shade of red, and then to black as darkness envelops you, completely devoid of light, an endless screaming void. Your own screams merge within it, coughing out for help.

Something hard hits your body, pulling you down into the sand. Was it Namjoon you heard? You can’t make anything out, your body dragging along the sand, you lose all sense of direction as your orientation flips again and again.

Another hard collision into your body and you hear him, you reach out and nothing, just the painful scrape of sand and wind on your outstretched fingers.

You’re knocked down, this time Namjoon grabs you, you feel his hands frantically try to hold on, and you try to connect, but the rolling sand makes it impossible.

You manage to connect with his forearm and you anchor your nails into his skin, it allows him to pull you to him.

You scream for him, “My dreams! I don’t believe they were just dreams!”

“What?!” Namjoon can’t hear you.

“I saw a vision! I saw you in my dreams!”

Namjoon can only yell for you, holding onto your fingers as sand twists around him. Your bodies pulled back and forth in darkness.

“You called me-”

“I love you!”

“My name, you called me-”

Sand wraps around your bodies, filling your lungs and suffocating you. "You called me ____!"

The whirling pulls your bodies down, deeper into the sand.

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You shudder at the memories. ‘Namjoon!’ you scream his name, but nothing comes out of your mouth. The man in front of you keeps walking. Namjoon stops abruptly, causing you to run into his back. He brings his fingers to his lips to keep you silent. You look down at your hands. The slippers on your feet. Your heartbeat quickens.

“You don’t have much time. head towards the Forest. You’ll find him there. Stay safe.” He brings you into a crushing hug.

“Thank you,” you bury your head in his chest and let his presence calm your jittery body.

“Don’t thank me, he’s my friend and so are you, you deserve happiness.” Namjoon kisses the top of your head, he tries not to think how this is the last time he’ll ever get to hug you.

“I’ll think of you always. Please find a way to leave this awful place too.”

“Don’t worry about me, go! And hurry!”

You take one last look at your dear friend, knowing this might be the last time you’ll ever see him. You give him one last hug, and run to the forest and towards Jungkook.

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You hear your name on Namjoon’s lips. It sounds so far away. You try to open your eyes, but can only groan in pain. Your head feels like it’s splitting in half.

“She’s waking up!” You can hear Hoseok’s voice call out to his other members.

“Joon, Joonie, hey, open your eyes, please!” Taehyung's deep baritone voice is full of worry as he pleads to his leader.

You hear the rapper groan beside you.

“...Joon...” you whisper weakly. Why does your body feel so heavy? You move your hand in the direction you think he is, still unable to open your eyes.

You feel fingertips brush your hand.

Namjoon’s beautiful dimpled smile lights up the radio studio. The pianist is handsome. His looks are only to be rivaled by your best friend’s. They laugh and banter as they talk on air.

After his interview Namjoon makes his way over to you. You offer your praises, making him blush. “You did amazing, I’d love to hear you play again!”

Namjoon leans against your desk, you notice his biceps flex under his shirt. “...I’d love that too.” He looks even cuter up close. Your face feels hot under his gaze.

Namjoon noticed you as soon as he walked into the radio studio. Initially he thought you and the DJ might be a thing, but when he asked, the DJ adamantly denied the possibility. “I was invited to a grand opening this weekend. I was thinking, if you wanted to go with me, I’d very much like to take you out.”

You look over to Hoseok, who's engrossed in his music and too busy to notice you. “Yeah, sure, that sounds lovely.”

“Really?”

You laugh and nod your head. “Only if you promise to play me a song!”

“Of course!” He flashes another dimpled smile at you. You look over to your best friend again and bite your lip. Why do you feel so uneasy?

“Y/n! Y/N?!” Who is calling your name?

“What!” You whip your head around to see Namjoon jump at your sudden outburst.

“Whoa! Settle down there Tiger.” Namjoon laughs. "I just wanted to brief you on our upcoming mission."

You sigh. “Alright. Come here,” you grumble. You study over his notes.

"Who is this?" On the mission map there is a position marked sniper. Your heart drops.

"Hmm, I’m not sure," Namjoon flips through his material, "No information on him. I think it’s a mercenary the agency's hired?"

“Oh. Do they not trust us?” you huff.

"I doubt they trust each other," Namjoon laughs.

"Well, just don't let this mercenary take me out too..." you feel uneasy looking over the map once more.

"Never! I will protect you with my life," Namjoon says. His words pull you from your thoughts and make stomach tighten.

"Shut up...just do your job and I'll do mine."

“Don't give me that, you know I’m your favorite.” Namjoon winks at you.

You scoff. He is not your favorite. But you can't deny the agent is one of the smartest you’ve encountered, his quick thinking has saved you too many times to count. And he’s built like a tank.

“You’re the most competent. I’ll give you that." You offer him some of your lunch which he gladly inhales, choking slightly in the process. You stifle a laugh at his clumsiness.

“I was thinking," Namjoon speaks up as you eat, "We could team up. I could use someone like you, and I really do promise to have your back.” He stands close enough that you can smell the woodsy pine scent of his cologne.

“I’ll think about it.” You glance over at Namjoon. How that man hasn’t let the atrocities of your lives jade him yet, you will never understand. Before you let your heart open you find yourself erecting another wall. No, you think, you won’t suffer through that again.

The leader's grip on your hand tightens, pulling you away again. The desperate pleas around you turn into jovial cheers.

You cut fruit for Taehyung and his friends, smiling as their melodious voices reach your ears. You here footsteps behind you and turn around to Namjoon’s hesitant smile.

“Do you need some help?”

“No no! What kind of host would I be?”

“But I want to help.” Namjoon stands by your side, waiting expectantly for instructions. You laugh, handing him a pomegranate and a bowl of water.

You watch as he pulls the pomegranate seeds from their casings, your hands dip into the bowl with his own. “Here,” you give him a smile which he returns shyly. “Instead of picking out the seeds, try taking away the pulp instead.”

Namjoon nods, watching the bright red berries fall to the bottom of the bowl. You work in comfortable silence with the poet by your side. It’s peaceful, and yet, something feels out of place.

You hear the idols’ voices around you, desperately calling your name. Your body feels light. So light you can’t feel the ground beneath you anymore. Are you lying down or are you standing? You feel like you’re suffocating, you feel cold. You shudder and open your eyes. You see Namjoon. He’s floating away from you. Deeper into the cold depths of the sea. You struggle for air. It’s water that surrounds you.

You wake up with a start, Jin falls away from you in shock. Moments before he was performing CPR on you. You throw up...water. You cough out, gasping for breath. Your arm is pulled as Namjoon turns to his side, coughing and shaking. You gasp for air, as you lie back down, turning to the leader. You hold onto his hand tighter as he does the same, the stinging in your fingers helps ground you. You grip the carpet with your other hand, afraid to let go of the ground. The men surround you in stark silence. They thought you had both died.

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Well look at that, you kind of did save a country in your past life :’). It’s getting complicated now. Namjoon’s character is out here surprising even me. This was not something that was planned when I wrote earlier chapters, he just kind of went, “Yeah, I’ve been here the whole time bih how did you not see this coming sooner?” Funny how the mind works..anyways what do you think is gonna happen next now that all the handshakes have been completed? idk I’m kind of team Namjoon after this one. Which handshake was your favorite? Please tell me, I’d love to know! <3

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cyancherub · 3 years ago

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BAKUGOU SIMPS COME GET YALL JUICE (WY chapter 50 crumb)

cw // face fucking, deep throating, dacryphilia, cnc ish (but the context is removed) so maybe i’ll say noncon/dubcon just to be safe, noncon recording, cucking???

a/n // bkg nutting on your face crumb coming next. also this is a very rough draft of this part of the chapter lmao if u see typos no u didnt !!!

“How’s it taste?” Bakugou sneers wolfishly down at you.

You know how pathetic you look: on your knees, with your hands bound behind your back, struggling to swallow his dick. You’re choking, gagging from the feeling of the tip of it starting to stretch your throat.

“Answer me,” he says through his teeth.

You mumble something incoherent; the words get lost, garbled by your spit. They spill out unintelligibly around his cock. It’s getting further down your throat now, and you’re slowing down, struggling to take it deeper and deeper in your throat.

“Don’t get fucking lazy,” he snarls. “Be a good little bitch and suck my cock like you fucking mean it.”

So you oblige — obedient, after all that fight you put up earlier. You force more down, feel him grab a big fistful of your hair, his other hand braced on the desk behind you.

“Look at me.”

You look up, choking. See his feverish, greedy face. Feel your pussy get wetter at that expression on his face.

Tears prick at your eyes as you force your throat open around his cock. You can feel all the hot precum leaking out, coating your throat. He swears under his breath, telling you how fucking good it feels when you swallow his dick.

Your eyes keep filling with tears each time you gag. And, through your blurry vision, you can just barely make out the way he takes his hand off the desk and snakes it down into his pocket. You pause, sniffling — his cock still stretching your throat — and try to blink the tears out of your eyes so you can see what he’s doing. You pull your head back just slightly, trying to get some relief for your burning throat —

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he sneers. “Take the whole fucking thing.”

He tightens his right hand in your hair, yanks your face all the way forward, and you have no choice but to take the entire thing at once. So you choke, gag, cough on his cock. He groans, shudders, and your pussy aches.

He doesn’t let up, just keeps you there, crying on his dick, barely able to breathe — your throat so full of it.

“I told you to fucking look at me.”

You look upward, finally, blinking the tears out of your eyes. They go rolling down your face, leaving pathetic little trails there. And now, with your eyes clear, you can finally focus on him. You can finally see what he’s doing.

He’s grinning down at you, with his phone pointed right down at your face.

“Smile for the camera,” he says — in a sweet, caustic voice. “Say ‘hi, Kiri.’ Let your little boyfriend see whose cock you like choking on so fucking much.”

#cc update #simp crumbs #face fucking tw #noncon tw #dubcon tw #dacryphilia tw #cnc tw #cucking tw

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shijiujun · 4 years ago

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[END 2020] My Top 9 Danmei Novel Picks of the Year

As a part of my Round Up post for the year, here’s my pick of favourite danmei novels, that I’ve read! This is sort of an accompaniment to my previous danmei rec list over HERE, so there may be one or two overlaps, but I’ve read WAY MORE after that and am prepared to like give more options here

Note: There should be English translations for all via novel updates if you do a search of the English name, but I don’t think most of them are completed.

If you wanna see my full reading and queue list (it’s all in Chinese tho, for my own records), it’s here.

I’m leaving out the usual MXTX and Priest ones, because they’re already good and we all know that and there’re many carrds and posts dedicated to them.

I am also a sucker for fainting but smart men, and not too overly angsty/complicated storylines, just putting it out there first, which is why I haven’t read a lot of some of the ones on my queue list.

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1. 一剑霜寒 | A Sword of Frost by 语笑阑珊

Summary: Jing Yan Ran is the Emperor’s brother and wields military power in the novel, and it starts with an object being stolen from the palace. Jing Yan Ran has to retrieve the item secretly, and so enlists the help of Feng Yu Sect’s Sect Master, Yun Yi Feng, who heads the martial arts world’s one and only information trading post. Yun Yi Feng does not deal in business that involves any royalty, but Jing Yan Ran offers him something he cannot refuse - the Blood Red Lingzhi, a rare and mystical herb that is rumoured to be able to treat his life-threatening condition.

Yun Yi Feng was used by his shifu when he was younger to test out all kinds of poisons and cures, and since then, his body flushes dangerously hot and cold frequently, with bouts of severe coughing fits in between. Throughout the first mission where he spends time with Jing Yan Ran searching for the stolen object, he allows Jing Yan Ran to take care of him, and they fall in LURVE pretty much like 10 chapters in.

Of course, they have to uncover a plot and conspiracy against their enemies who are plotting to dethrone the Emperor, and also reveal the secrets of Yun Yi Feng’s birth.

My Thoughts: AN ABSOLUTE FAVE AND GEM, I’d say this is my favourite danmei novel ever. This is both hilarious and tears-inducing, to be honest, because for most of the novel YYF knows he doesn’t have long to live and so in the beginning he knows of his own feelings for JYR and JYR also shows him that he loves him, but he is unable to officially reciprocate because he knows his body is like weakening day by day. Halfway through the fear that he’s literally about to die as they are JUST about to find the cure is real, and damn I cried so much at that. Some highlights:

YYF falls asleep very easily in baths and everywhere actually, and pretty much within the first 10 chapters he gets used to JYR carrying him around (even naked from the bath, he’s like oh well, okay cool) and taking care of him, and JYR ALWAYS makes sure he is warm and toasty under his cape

YYF LOVESSSS RICHES, PLAYING THE ZITHER AND COOKING - He’s good at gathering the first one, but he FUCKING SUCKS AS THE LAST TWO - It’s so funny because he’s so beautiful and handsome right, and when he sits down at the zither everyone is like OH DAMN WHAT A DREAM- and then he plays, and everyone’s fantasies is shattered, he’s ABYSMAL at it, and the same goes for cooking

JYR doesn’t actually have the Blood Red Lingzhi, and throughout the first arc, he feels SO DAMN GUILTY because YYF even carved out a pendant that looks like what he thinks the herb looks like, and like carries it with him everywhere LMAO

Available: Novel Online and Manhua on Bilibili

2. 高能二维码 | High Energy QR Code by 青色羽翼

Summary: CEO Xing Ye’s brother Xing Shuo has just passed away at the age of 24, and nothing will make him believe that Xing Shuo died of natural causes despite autopsies and experts telling him that he really died simply of a heart failure. Xing Ye, who has impeccable memory, suddenly recalls the last time he saw Xing Shuo. His brother called out to him just before Xing Ye left for a business trip, and looked as if he had something to say, but ended up just wishing him a safe trip.

At that moment, there was a QR code on Xing Shuo’s phone, and the phone screen was strangely turned out towards Xing Ye, and Xing Ye, with his incredibly high IQ and memory, realizes that Xing Shuo wanted him to see the QR code. Quickly, he reproduces the QR code by pen and then scans it, and finds himself in a game world.

There he meets a narcissistic but also cute mirror which can speak, and finds out later that his name is Lu Ming Ze. Xing Ye’s mission is to clear the game missions in each round that is set by the black and white cubic game system, a system that continuously tempts its players into giving in to committing sins such as killing someone else, stealing and other things. He soon realizes that if he cannot stay on a path clear of these sins, he will never be able to triumph over the game system and return Lu Ming Ze back to his body in the real world.

At the same time, he gains new teammates and friends for life, and also finds out what role his brother played in this game.

My Thoughts: MY GOD I LOVE THIS. I LITERALLY JUST FINISHED READING THIS YESTERDAY, and honestly it’s one of my faves. I don’t like game systems very often (I’ve read three others so far, and this, and KOD are the only ones I’ve liked) but this one is *chef’s kiss*. So LMZ was born like with a really handsome face, like SUPER HANDSOME, and that’s why he’s like a harmless narcissist that cannot bear to look at ugly things LMAO, but he’s not spoilt, he makes sure that Xing Ye stays true to himself, and help him keep his head clear.

THE ONLY THING ABOUT THIS FRICKIN NOVEL IS THAT LU MING ZE STAYS A MIRROR, LIKE DIFFERENT KINDS OF MIRRORS, in the first TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY CHAPTERS. I KID YOU NOT. I FRICKIN KID YOU NOT. I swear I was sooo touched starved at the end of the novel, because they couldn’t even kiss?!! Like Xing Ye kisses the mirror, and then uses his thumbs to like hi-five mini LMZ in the mirror back, they can’t even hug. Do you know how empty my arms felt when I read this book?!! And my arms have never been filled!!!!!!

I really like this one because each game world is set up in such a brilliant way, but it’s not so unnecessarily complex that you literally don’t know what the fuck is going on. Xing Ye’s intelligence as he outmanoeuvres every single one of his enemies and convinces his would-be loyal teammates to trust him is so satisfying, world after world, victory after victory.

Humour is also absolutely ON POINT. A lot of it is centred on Xing Ye getting caught in the real world kissing his handheld mirror (LMZ) by LMZ’s parents (who cannot see him in the mirror) and LMZ’s parents going like ???!!!!!!!!

Available: Novel Online | Physical Novel is coming out on 10 Dec (freebies are, you guessed it, a mirror)

3. 妻为上 | The Wife is First by 绿野千鹤

Summary: This is set in a historical setting where men can marry other men, but it’s usually reserved for sons who were not borne by the official main first wife of the patriarch of the family, i.e. a son born by a concubine in a family may be forced to marry a man to keep him from being able to become the next family’s patriarch for example. This is because any family’s next leader needs to be able to have children with a wife who married in as a zheng shi (lawful wife), and not a ce shi (second wife) or any other concubines/mistresses etc. Most of these men who marry other men have to take them as their zheng shi and lawful spouse in a sense, and the same goes for the royal family.

The story starts with third prince Jing Shao, who was forced to marry Mu Han Zhang, a Marquis’ second son, by the Empress and Emperor, thereby officially and effectively cutting him out of the race for the throne. He’s mocked by the public as everyone knows what this means, and for the next 10 years, he neglects Mu Han Zhang, blaming him for his predicament, and deliberately showers his three other concubines with affection in front of him, but 10 years later, when Jing Shao is accused of treason, everyone leaves him except for Mu Han Zhang. They are chased to the edge of the cliff by soldiers, and Mu Han Zhang dies in his arms having taken an arrow meant for him earlier, and Jing Shao jumps off the cliff with his dead body, and promises that if there’s a next life, he will do everything Han Zhang says, and love him.

He wakes up immediately on the night of his marriage with Han Zhang, and realizes that he’s been given a second chance to make everything right. Han Zhang is definitely afraid of him, humiliated and angry when he first wakes up after how rough Jing Shao was with him earlier on their wedding night, and he has no memories of their past life. Jing Shao then sets to SHOWER HAN ZHANG with affection, love and basically everything, because he realized that this is the only person who stayed by his side until the end, and then he falls in love with Han Zhang properly this time, and also deals with every single person who maligned and schemed against him in his previous life, with Han Zhang by his side.

My Thoughts: OKAY BEFORE YALL GO INTO THE ‘WIFE’ terminology discourse and everything, in this case they do use the term ‘wife’ literally, and it’s a position, that while men frequently fall into (there are a lot of male ‘wives’ in this story), is also used to cut off like sons from inheriting the family and the fortune, and even titles. Male ‘wives’ aren’t looked down upon in this setting, in fact, Han Zhang gets a lot of leeway as one, and in his case he was also able to rise up the ranks to be an actual official later on, but the sad thing comes from sons who are most of the time forced to marry a male ‘wife’ for whatever reason, and then they are neglected as the son goes and find concubines, women he actually wants to sleep with - this is sad af yall. I don’t know, on one hand, yay for equality in marriage in this setting, but on the other hand like, damn, must you use same-sex marriage like that argh.

ANYWAY THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVES TOO?!!! I mean, especially when Jing Shao literally just goes into doting mode 200% and Han Zhang is totally like wtf why is he so nice to me is he scheming or something? And then he realizes that Jing Shao is really, really gentle towards him despite his reputation as a cruel, dark military commander, and Jing Shao always smiles at him. In any situation, especially in the beginning, when Han Zhang thought Jing Shao would not stand with him, Jing Shao literally just protects him no matter what, gives him everything, and cries, I love it.

Especially because Han Zhang is the son of a concubine and he was bullied a lot in the Mu family, and the official Lady Mu married him off to Jing Shao in hopes that he would be unhappy for the rest of his life, and I suppose that came true in the first life, but in the second, Han Zhang gets all the love, respect and support he never got before in this family with Jing Shao and that makes me WEEP.

Available: Novel Online and Manhua on Kuaikan

4. 死亡万花筒 Kaleidoscope of Death by 西子绪

OOOH I intro-ed KOD here in my previous rec list. Still one of my faves and all-time re-reads, especially under the covers in the dark hehehe.

5. 你的距离 | Your Distance by 公子优

Summary: Ting Shuang is a student at a German university, and has this handsome professor Bai Chang Yi who he swears kind of hates him. He’s just broken up with his longtime boyfriend, and then goes on this dating app that matches a profile with him based on distance. The app can also show the matched profile’s distance from him once they enter the same area, and Ting Shuang starts chatting with this Chinese guy on the app, who he finds out later, is 36 years old, 187cm in height and wears glasses.

The guy is a little aloof and cool, very mature in his replies on the app, and somehow Bai Chang Yi finds out who he is later, as Ting Shuang starts complaining to him about his professor to Bai Chang Yi. Instead of getting angry and offended, BCY is pretty much amused and finds Ting Shuang cute. A few days later Ting Shuang finally realizes who it is he’s been texting, and after getting past the initial embarrassment and fear, they start dating for real, and they really fall in love!!!!!

My Thoughts: This is sweet and also hilarious af, if you need to like satisfy your sweet tooth, this is definitely one for you. It’s really funny because Bai Chang Yi runs in the same circles as Ting Shuang’s dad, who he’s estranged from because the dad doesn’t want to recognize a son who is gay, and then BCY convinces him later in the funniest of ways, and there’s a small subplot at the end in which Ting Shuang is pretty cool, and yep, short and sweet! BCY in the manhua is handsome af too guys ;-;

Available: Novel Online, Audio Drama on Maoer FM and Manhua on Bilibili,

6. 神木挠不尽 The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post by 绿野千鹤

Summary: Mo Tian Liao, a weapons forger and master who ruled the Demon Tribe, was hunted down and killed by other righteous sects in the region when he managed to forge an incredibly destructive weapon that could end the world. Before he died, he placed the only thing he loved, a white cat, into a hole in the tree behind him to protect it. The only thing he was grateful for was that he did not create a blood pact with the cat, Xiao Mao, because if he had done so, when he died, Xiao Mao would have died along with him as well.

Right before he dies, unbeknownst to him, Xiao Mao who is no simple demonic cat, wraps part of his consciousness around Mo Tian Liao, and MTL’s spirit ends up floating about for 300 years, until he finds a suitable time to return with a body made out of a special tree and its wood. The first thing he does, of course, is to find his white cat, but he’s poor, and the body he has isn’t powerful, so he joins Wo Yun Sect, the only sect that did not hunt him down that day hundreds of years ago.

There, he is chosen by Qing Tong shizun to be his direct disciple, much to the astonishment of other shizuns in the sect, and Qing Tong’s shixiongs. MTL has never seen a person as beautiful and gorgeous as his shizun, and if only he could find that cat (who’s actually his shizun, who recognizes him and protects him, even if MTL doesn’t actually need much protection).

My Thoughts: This was hilarious as well, and so romantic?!!! Qing Tong/Xiao Mao waited for MTL to come back, and the moment he came back, Qing Tong was there ready to grab him, and then before he went to sleep that night, Qing Tong thought to himself, “I’ve gotten my person back, I can sleep well now” and AHHHHH at this point they weren’t even like a couple yet? MTL ‘kidnapped’ Qing Tong when he was a young demon cat by accident because he likes pretty things (like his shizun lmao) and Qing Tong is attached to him because MTL never forced a blood pact on him, and gave him everything he wanted as a younger cat before MTL died. Gosh, a mirror in #2 and then a cat now with this one. XD

Available: Novel Online

7. 破云 | Breaking the Clouds by 淮上

Summary: Three years ago, Captain Jiang Ting and his team of the Narcotics division perished in an explosion due to a wrong call of his, and he returns three years later under a new identity ready to deal with the people who set him and his team up. He’s caught in what seems to be a simple murder case almost immediately and meets Yan Xie, who’s Vice Captain and in charge of this case. Yan Xie realizes who Jiang Ting is shortly after, and begins to unravel the huge mystery surrounding the events of three years ago, and falls in love with Jiang Ting along the way as well.

My Thoughts: Okay out of the FOUR crime/detective/thriller danmei novels I’ve read, the poyun and tunhai (below) series is the one that MIRRORS actual narcotics division and undercovers the best. It has the complexity and depth of the drugs/narcotics world, and both this one and its sequel focuses a lot on the position of an undercover and mole. I liked this one a lot because there are SOOOO many twists especially in the last arc, like you honestly won’t see any of them coming until it hits you? And Yan Xie is such a confident, rich-ass narcissist, and he keeps asking Jiang Ting if he can “just touch” him ONCE lmao, he’s thick-skinned af, but that’s why he and Jiang Ting are so compatible ;-;.

Available: Novel Online, Novel Print, Audio Drama and Manhua on Bilibili

8. 吞海 | Swallowing the Sea by 淮上

Summary: Sequel to Po Yun. Yu Wu is a young-looking new detective under Captain Bu Chong Hua’s narcotics team. Bu Chong Hua is Yan Xie’s cousin by actual relation, but brother in relationship because BCH’s parents died early and Yan Xie’s parents have been taking care of him mostly. He cannot stand Yu Wu, who seems to want to coast through at work and keep to a 9-5 work schedule.

It’s only after an altercation and Yu Wu dumping his nonchalant facade to snarl at BCH that he realizes that YW is actually more interesting and mysterious than he thought, and he begins to try to get close to him, understand him. It turns out that Yu Wu is a famous undercover who nearly died a year ago during an operation, and due to various reasons, he was assigned to BCH’s team by higher ups so he can peacefully live the rest of his life out there. However, his past catches up with him quickly, and his enemies turning up forces him to rely on BCH.

With BCH, Yu Wu’s resentment of having to be an undercover in the past and being so easily discarded by his team’s leaders, and of him being forced to be in the shadows while others can announce their achievements to the world, is slowly erased, because BCH sees him, knows him, and understands him more than anyone else.

My Thoughts: I actually liked this one better than the first one - Yu Wu is such a pouty, angry little thing?! And for good reason (there’s a bit of cannibalism in the book, not by choice when he was younger and in a poor village in Cambodia, where some militants forced survivors in the village to eat the meat of boiled corpses of other villagers, so YW is a vegetarian, like if he eats meat he gets really sick) and the twists here are even more amazing?! BCH really, really, devotes himself to YW the moment he realizes how much he likes him, doing a 180 degree turn. Instead of Yan Xie’s flamboyance, BCH is much steadier, grouchy, like an old uncle, but also looks at things even more clearly than Yan Xie does sometimes. Yu Wu is understandably bitter about what he had to go through, and BCH is the ONLY person who can calm him down, whom he listens to, which I LOVE. Some highlights:

Yu Wu grew up in a poor village and thus loves money, and he fights in underground betting rings to earn more money - The stash of hidden money he collects I think is half for his escape money, but if he happens to never need it, his dream is to donate the money to his village so they can open up a school there - ANYWAY because Yan Xie’s parents, and technically BCH’s ‘parents’ are soooooo rich right, Yan Xie’s mom shows her approval to her son-in-laws (Jiang Ting first, then Yu Wu), by giving them winter pants. It’s kind of like inside warmers, and usually meant for older ladies to wear LOLOL so Yu Wu was like staring at the pants when he finally got them and looked soooo reluctant until Jiang Ting told him it costs $6,000 AND HE WAS LIKE :333333 okie

He acts a lot like a kid?!! He likes eating like some snack but it’s really unhealthy for him, and BCH the mother hen keeps catching him in weird places like the toilet, where he’s hiding from BCH so he can eat his fave snack?! And the whole police station knows not to give YW what he wants in terms of snacks and smokes because once BCH finds out, he makes life very difficult for them HAHAHAHA

9. 穿成反派如何活命 | How to Survive as A Villain by 伊依以翼

Summary: Rich and handsome CEO Xiao Yu An finds out he has a terminal illness (cancer), and dies while he’s reading this online novel, where a king mistreats the crown prince from a neighbouring state which sent him over as hostage after losing a war, and ends up being killed by the crown prince years later (SVSSS much?!). He wakes up AS THE KING, and afraid of dying, he immediately goes about befriending the prince, Yan He Qing. Yan He Qing falls in love with Xiao Yu An while being his friend/hostage/bodyguard, and Xiao Yu An tries to avoid all the deaths he read in the book, while making sure Yan He Qing manages to find his three/four wives, including Xiao Yu An’s sister.

Of course, because Xiao Yu An showed him warmth and kindness, Yan He Qing ends up falling for him instead, and Xiao Yu An is an absolute oblivious idiot because he REALLY doesn’t realize until much later. Yan He Qing ends up declaring war on Xiao Yu An’s kingdom because he is duty bound to do so, but doesn’t hurt Xiao Yu An, wanting to keep him by his side, but YHQ’s scheming uncle drives a wedge between them, and XYA leaves, breaking YHQ’s heart.

They meet again a few years later, where XYA is training to be a physician in a small village and chances upon a severely injured YHQ. There, he realizes that it was all a misunderstanding, and that YHQ actually LIKES, LIKES him, but before they can enjoy this short period of happiness, disaster strikes again.

My Thoughts: THIS WAS really enjoyable, and with the manhua visuals, it is *chef’s kiss*. I think this transmigration version actually delved into the part where XYA is unable to change everything, and if he saves one person, someone else is destined to die, and that moral dilemma devastates him a lot. In this novel he actually transmigrates TWICE, once into the king’s body, and the second time into a neighbouring state’s prince/king’s body, who looks exactly like his modern self after. YHQ is real sweet to him istg, and I like that the epilogues are SUPER EXTENSIVE, including an arc where YHQ and XYA transmigrate back to the real world and everyone who died is alive and close to them, and gets their happy ending ;-;

Available: Novel Online and Manhua on Bilibili

#danmei rec list #stebeee recs #a sword of frost #your distance #swallowing the sea #breaking the clouds #kaleidoscope of death #High Energy QR Code #How to Survive as A Villain #The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post

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| 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔦 𝔪𝔢𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 | [CHAPTER 4]

pairing; fratboy!wonwoo x reader

this chapter’s notes; fratboy!wonwoo, fingering, littlest bit of dirty talk, praise!kink, soft soft soft FLUFF hours, a bit of a filler chapter before the last chapter!! 😭 I can’t believe it’s almost ‘over’... This chapter has the least amount of smut yall will ever see with fratboy!wonwoo so don’t get used to it ☠️ LMAO 🤣🤣 also... it’s been a garbage week(boring work drama) for me so I’ll answer inbox msgs and stuff on sunday, I need to get away from the internet(and people) for a day dkfjhskh 😭💕 Ya’ll thank you for so much love and support with Caffeine and Until I Met You! It means so much to me and I appreciate every like, reblog and comment I get on it 🥺💕 No I will never be ending my fratboy!wonwoo au so don’t worry about that hehe 💕 For now, enjoy this soft ch 4 and I will see yall on Sunday! I love you, have a great weekend! 💕

[mood for this chapter: more than enough - alina baraz]

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - x

“So…”

Wonwoo sighs - re-shelving another Edgar Allen Poe book. “So, what?”

Mingyu tilts his sunglasses down, eyebrows raised at the older male that continues to do his job instead of give him the time of day. “What’s going on with you, hyung? You’ve been… weird.”

“Okay, define weird.”

The younger male pouts as he takes his sunglasses off, pocketing them as he leans up against the bookshelf that Wonwoo is currently still shelving.

It only takes one utterance of your name for Wonwoo to stop in his tracks - fingertips on the spine of another book as he turns to Mingyu. “What about her? Did she say something to you?”

“No, but do you like her? I mean, ‘like’ like her.”

“Is it not… obvious? That I do? Did we not all collectively have that conversation about me giving her a set of keys to our house?”

Mingyu grimaces slightly as he mentally goes through all the times he’d even seen the two of you together and he’s only able to conjure up a few select memories - none of which were anything necessarily romantic. “Well… I wouldn’t say ‘obvious’, I guess. The two of you aren’t exactly the ‘kiss and hold hands in public’ kind of... people. More like the, ‘sneak off to fuck in a public restroom’ kind... Which, uh, isn’t really... romantic.”

This time, Wonwoo crosses his arms and leans up against the opposite bookshelf as he sighs.

It’d been a few days since he’d seen you and you’d been swamped in so much class work that you didn’t even have the time to come by the library or the frat house. And even while Wonwoo stood in between the bookshelves having a conversation with Mingyu, you were finishing an art project with Minghao that was due by the end of the day.

“I know. I told her it’d be kind of a slow crawl for me.” He plucks another book from the cart, staring at the glossy text as he simmers in his thoughts. “Mingyu, am I awkward?”

“Erm, well, I wouldn’t say that necessarily.”

Mingyu steps forward, patting Wonwoo on the shoulder as he smiles.

“You like her and you’re trying even if you’re not used to it. You gotta start somewhere, hyung. Even if you’re a fish out of water. But that’s okay, you can ask me for help if you want!”

“When are you gonna put a ring on Wonwoo-hyung?”

You snort at Minghao’s question - reaching for a clean paintbrush as he stands across from you in the large, empty studio. “First of all, can you not say it like that? I’m not gonna marry him, okay.”

The male rolls his eyes as he steps closer to you; his own hands and clothes covered in a colorful array of paints. “So you’re saying you never imagined hyung in a suit, hair slicked back and his buff arms carrying you off into your honeymoon?”

“W--wh--n--no! No, I haven’t!” You avoid his piercing stare as you focus on your end of the large canvas instead.

No, but I dreamt about it once.

“‘Hao, would you hurry! We’re supposed to be collaborating on this and it looks… like it’s 5 different art styles.”

“Don’t change the subject on me. And anyway, I like what you’re doing to hyung. Breaking him out of his shell, y’know? He’s just shy, that’s all. Needs a little work in the bold department.”

You bite down the urge to laugh because to you, Wonwoo was everything but shy when it came to the bedroom. Although, Minghao was right with everything else. “Yeah, I know. We went for breakfast together after I, um, stayed over a few nights ago and he kinda just sat there zoned out, picking at his waffles. He’s really cute when he wakes up in the morning though. Pouty and whiny.”

Grinning at Minghao, he pretends to gag in response before taking a seat next to you.

“Disgusting. Tell me more.”

Wonwoo makes an effort to check in with you throughout the day before he heads back to his room - asking you if you’d had your meals and if you’d finished your project on time.

You’d answered sporadically as you and Minghao raced to finish.

‘I’ll eat late probably… rly gotta finish or else my ass is failing lol’

‘Just don’t forget, okay? It’s not good for you to skip.’

Wonwoo lays down in his bed; yawning as he sets his phone onto the nightstand next to himself.

His eyelids feel heavy and he’s quick to give in to the tiredness that takes over him once he gets comfortable.

When Wonwoo finally decides to shift during his nap, he finds it difficult and extra warm.

“Mmh…”

His bleary eyes adjust to the, now, slightly darkened room as he makes out your figure tucked underneath his arm. He calls your name softly - waking you up from the nap that you’d apparently joined him in.

“Mmh… Wonwoo…” You snuggle in deeper, voice still laced with sleep. “You didn’t even budge when I came in…”

He chuckles softly as he readjusts to spoon you from behind instead; his strong arm wrapped around your waist to keep your body flush against his own.

“I’m surprised you came by, sweetheart. I would’ve just stayed awake had I known you were coming over.” His voice is groggy and laced with sleep as you sigh softly in return as you blink away the sleepiness.

“How was your day at the library? Miss me yet?” Wonwoo smiles into your shoulder before he tilts his head up to kiss the shell of your ear.

“Always, sweetheart. Although, Mingyu decided to keep me busy today.”

“Oh? Anything fun?”

He plays with the hem of your shirt, “Well… Fun isn’t the word I’d use to describe what that was. Nosy was more like it.”

This time you can’t help but snort in response. “You too? I think some people were being ‘lil moles today.”

“Wouldn’t doubt it. Did you end up just coming back here with Minghao from the studio?”

“Wasn’t planning on it, to be honest but… S’been a rough day.” Placing your hand over his arm, you squeeze slightly as you pull his arm around you tighter. “Our professor came by while we were working in the studio and said our project wasn’t up to par with what Minghao and I usually submit for projects. She didn’t fail us on the spot but she said we need to redo it for less credit or take the failing grade.”

Wonwoo nuzzles your neck; peppering small kisses on your clothed shoulder. “I take it the two of you are going to redo it?”

“Mm… We spent so long coming up with a concept and now we’re both stressed about coming up with something new. I walked over here with ‘Hao and he locked himself up in his room as soon as we got here. Figured I’d come hang out with you and found you napping… With your glasses on, no less.”

The two of you share a laugh; Wonwoo’s embrace making you feel more at ease.

“Can I help you de-stress a little, sweetheart?”

You stare at the opposite wall, nodding gently as Wonwoo’s hand leaves the hem of your shirt in favour of the waistband of your shorts.

“Just want you to feel good,” he whispers. “You deserve it. You’ve been working so hard, baby.”

He teases you softly; fingertips ghosting across your skin as you shiver. “Ah, Wonwoo…”

“You worked extra hard today too, didn’t you? I’m so proud of you for what you accomplished today.”

Your body heats up at his praise and you can’t deny that his deep, soft voice sends thrums of arousal pouring over your body just as he dips his hand into your lounge shorts. He touches you over your panties - fingertips ghosting against your mound as you moan his name shakily in return.

“I know your new idea is going to be great, baby. I believe in you.”

Soft whines threaten to spill as Wonwoo strokes you over your panties - slowly working you up as you find yourself trying to grind against his hand. “Y-yeah… ‘m p-pretty sure ‘Hao’s already working on it…”

Your voice is barely above a whisper as Wonwoo continues to stroke you gently; making no efforts to rush or add pressure to his feather-light touches.

A disappointed noise falls from your lips when he starts to pull his hand out of your shorts but it quickly turns into a content sigh when he starts teasing your chest instead.

“Mm, so soft…” Muttering against your shoulder, his eyes stare off into the dark room as he massages your body. “And all mine~”

You hum in response, “We should go on a date sometime…”

“You want to? We can go this weekend. After you’ve redone some of your project. I’ll take you somewhere nice for a job well done.”

You giggle softly; images of a wedding day’s Wonwoo dancing in your mind after the conversation you’d had with Minghao earlier. “I’d like that. We should do something for the whole day.”

“Whatever you’d like, baby.”

Wonwoo’s hand flits down your body again - snaking into your shorts and, this time, into your panties as you whine. “Do you wanna cum or go back to sleep, hmm?”

You ponder it for a second as the drowsiness equates the urge to cum on his fingers.

“Both? I wanna cum and then sleep a little more... If that’s okay?”

Wonwoo hums in agreement as his fingertips drag through your folds - collecting the wetness on them before he teases your soaked hole. “Only a little teasing gets you this wet, hmm? So cute.”

“Ah, f-feels good when you go slow t-too...”

He stores that away in his head for later; chuckling against your shoulder as he slowly starts to dip his middle finger into your cunt.

You feel warm and content when he starts a slow pace - thumb on your clit rubbing soft, slow circles while he pumps his finger into you.

“O-oh, Wonwoo...”

“You’re always good for me, baby. Always such a good girl.”

“Ah, Wonwoo...”

“You can cum whenever you want. You deserve it.”

He adds his index finger - thrusting both fingers into you as you mewl and arch away from his warm chest. Your toes curl and your thighs clamp and trap his hand between your legs as you start to grind down onto his nimble fingers.

“...W--Wonwoo...”

“That’s right, baby. Call my name, let me hear your pretty voice when your cumming for me.”

You turn your head - cries muffled into his pillow because despite his slower than usual pace, you find yourself already on the brink of cumming with his fingers knuckle deep inside of you and his thumb on your clit.

“Mmh... Ah... Feels s-so warm... and g-good...” You mutter, eyes blinking drowsily. “Gonna c-cum...”

He doesn’t say anything in return as he focuses on you and your pleasure; fingers scissoring and curling right into your g-spot as you clamp down onto them in a vice grip.

Wonwoo knows when you’re about to cum when he feels your hand coming down on his forearm, holding onto him for dear life when your orgasm still hits you just as hard.

“Ngh, Wo---Wonwoo!”

Your walls flutter around his fingers and make it harder for him to thrust them in and out with how tight you get.

“That’s my good girl. Cum for me, baby~”

His deep voice makes you whine - nails digging into his arm and body trembling as the pleasure steadily washes over you.

“Ah, bet your face is so pretty right now too~”

“Mmh, s-stop...” Your cheeks burn in slight embarrassment from his constant praise but you can’t deny the way it goes straight to your core and only prolongs your orgasm.

“Don’t be so shy, baby. It’s only you and me here.”

Wonwoo leans away slightly to kiss the crown of your head - still working you through your orgasm as you sigh contentedly in his arms.

Various thoughts run through his head in the moment, but the one that sits at the forefront of his mind is definitely how to make sure he kept treating you right.

Starting with your date that he would spend time meticulously planning.

‘Ah, I should ask Mingyu for some advice.’

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