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[fairysteve]

woke up checked my activity and now i'm trying not to write something for the model au because i need to leave actually i do not have time

but if i can remember the lines i thought of later i guess i will write something for the model au

[jjungkookislife]

Quarterly Fic Recs 2021 #2

Hello! I’m back with another rec list! Here are fics I’ve read, loved and thoroughly enjoyed in the second quarter of 2021! They are all very wonderful fics! Each story has its own genre, warnings (and are mostly 18+), so please take that into consideration before reading. If any authors would like me to untag them, please let me know. Enjoy!

Yoongi

before i leave you @hollyhomburg

summary: Yoongi Disappears- leaving behind a shattered pack. 8 months later, Jimin finds Yoongi in an H-mart of all places.

Hoseok

heart-on @junghelioseok

summary: my boss is always telling me how perfect her son would be for me and she promises he’s coming to the next holiday party and don’t worry he’s heard all about me too and ALSO there’s this dude i slept with once a couple of months ago and sometimes he still sends me dick pics when i ask him to at 3 in the morning cause seriously dude’s got a good dick

Jungkook

charmolypi @njssi

summary: Work and pleasure should never be combined — or so the saying goes. But you were never really one to follow the rules in their entirety and neither were the ones around you. Love, lust, interest. Five people. In the workplace. What could go wrong? Everyone just wants to get something, after all.

when you least expect it @johobi

summary: You’re in love with your childhood friend, Taehyung. The problem is, you treasure your friendship with him far too much to ever risk losing it. Oh, and he’s quite the Casanova. At your wits’ end with feelings you can no longer hide as diligently as you once did, you ask him to set you up with someone, anyone, in a last ditch attempt to avoid a heartbreaking conversation.

wherever there is you @jeonstudios

summary: you’ve been drinking, haven’t you?

instant gratification @dovechim

fuckboi@jungkook x cheerleader!reader

haze @yyooni

summary: So you’ve fucked the biggest fuck boy on campus. It’s a one and done. One night stand. A wham bam thank you ma’am. So why does it happen again?

OT7/Multiple Members

because i’m yours @minniepetals

summary: you should have known they’d never let you go after gathering the courage to ask for a kiss

blazed @ironicarmy

summary: Your friends try to cheer you up during Christmastime, but things go south once Hoseok appears with a mysterious brown bag.

Seokjin

one step @cutechim

summary:  attending an ex’s wedding is never easy, but you might just have the perfect remedy—if you can pluck up the courage to take it.

platonic @joheunsaram

summary: Finding a new method for stress relief, you rope in your bestfriend/fwb to try it out with you.

show me yours and i’ll show you mine @ktheist

summary: you’re a horny bunny yet kim seokjin always seems to manage to slide out of your grasps like a fox every time.

Yoongi

before i leave you pt. 7 @/hollyhomburg

summary: Pack omega kim Seokjin knows how to handle things when they go south (or alternatively you get triggered, Yoongi has a panic attack, and it’s a good thing the pack is there to help)

Hoseok

risky business @yoonjinkooked

summary: The person who invented smart glass office walls knew what they were doing. Your secretary fucks you stupid in the office.

snapshot @xjoonchildx

summary: after a day at the beach, hoseok has some surprises in store for his longtime love

keep me warm @ppersonna

summary: camping is always a great time when you’re with your friends, but even better with your boyfriend, hoseok.

it’s you @jinpanman

summary: An accidental confession throws your years-long friendship with Hoseok into disarray.

Namjoon

love bytes @stutterfly

summary: It’s been a year since you first met Kim Namjoon, the passionate, talented English professor at the local campus. He’s always been clumsy and aloof, but he’s on a whole new level in terms of “technologically incapable.” One call to IT was all it took to pull you into his life, and with it a whole string of friendships full of flirtatious banter and undying support.

Your dating situation has been drier than the Sahara for years now, and you’ve wasted too many lonely nights drinking alone, so you try your hand at Tinder. But you’re not getting any bites. When the group finds out, they are more than willing to help–even Namjoon, though he finds it increasingly difficult to deny that he’s hopelessly smitten. You consider their opinions on potential Tinder dates while fighting off feelings you never knew were brewing for the caring soul who becomes the home you never had.

out of my league @/ppersona

summary: Kim Namjoon was never supposed to find out about your years-long hopeless crush on him. And he most definitely was not supposed to find out about it in front of all your coworkers in a company-wide meeting.

so this is love @jinpanman

summary: “So this is the miracle that I’ve been dreaming of. So this is love.”

problem solved @sugasbabiie

summary: Namjoon helps you with more than math problems tonight.

love is @hxseok-honee

summary: they say that love is supposed to transcend time and space and that it knows no limits. but putting an ocean and thousands of miles between two people won’t make things any easier, will it? 

Jimin

potent pink @dntaewithluv

summary: The first time you see Park Jimin you’re instantly entranced by him. And it turns out he lives in the apartment next to the one you’re moving into, so even better he’s your hot neighbor. When the previous tenant confesses to you that he was the best hook up she ever had, you’re that much more intrigued. The first time you meet him, however, you’re deciding immediately that you hate him and want to stay as far away from him as possible. Jimin is determined to be a constant in your life though, and he definitely is that. Both a constant flirt and a constant pain in your ass. Is a ruined second impression enough to prevent you from ever giving him a second chance?

Taehyung

hush, yeah? @kithtaehyung

summary: the innocent accident that started it all

unfinished business @/dntaewithluv

summary: Besides wanting to catch up with some old friends, there’s only one reason you found yourself agreeing to attend your 10 year high school reunion. The boy you were in love with back then is going to be there, and you’re determined to finally make your move. Except, unfortunately, it turns out that Kim Seokjin is very much happily married. Kim Taehyung, however, is very much single and feels like he has something to prove to you after you turned him down all those years ago. One night is all it takes to make you realize you made the biggest mistake of your life.

under the covers @jessikahathaway

spy!au

darling @bloomsuga

summary: “go to sleep, darling.”

as endless as the stars ^

summary: he waited 160 years to meet you again, and now that he has, he’s not letting go. or: “i love you as deep as the ocean and as endless as the stars”

dirty dishes @jaysdimples

summary: when your boyfriend can’t seem to keep his hands to himself so he stirs up a little trouble in the kitchen while everyone else is a few feet away in the next room

devotion @/sweetbunnykook

summary: You and Taehyung were inseparable once. When you come back to your hometown after three years, fate pulls you back to him. And this time, Taehyung won’t ever keep his eyes off of you.

Jungkook

commercial break; twelve @1kook

summary: Anyway, if it was up to Jungkook, Kim Doyeon would not be a member of the Engagement Ring Committee.

tease @adonis-koo

summary:You came with the intentions of your best friend landing a job as a stripper. You never meant to catch the eyes of the king stripper of the establishment- Jeon Jungkook, yourself. With what was supposed to be a harmless way of paying off college debt faster you find yourself falling into a very odd and passionate relationship with your new mentor. Between infidelity, passion and jealousy there’s never a dull moment at Cherry Bomb.

jock!jk @angelguk

summary: going raw with jock jk

evolution of a lover’s heart @jeonstudios

summary: the rules are simple: first one to take the virginity wins.

euphoria @btssavedmylifeblr

summary: At the end of your life, you are given one day to live again with the man you loved. A lifetime’s love story told in a single day.

idealizations concerning real life relations @venusiangguk

summary: jungkook loves to be loved, but he doesn’t love in return.

relax @itsbuffsanta

summary: jk is antsy after the concert, so you help him relax.

employee of the month @/dntaewithluv

summary: Sometimes it truly amazes you how much of an idiot your boyfriend can be. But you also find it impossible to say no to him. Even when it involves letting him fuck you at his work on the same day that he gets awarded employee of the month…

ego 08 @suga-kookiemonster

summary: what’s a girl to do when her sweet, innocent baby lab partner isn’t quite so sweet and innocent? well, he’s a grown-ass man, and you’re about to learn that the hard way.

only you 10 @sweetbunnykook 

summary: Jeon Jungkook, your wedding photographer, helps you escape on your big day upon learning about a secret your groom-to-be kept hidden. You soon fall for this young, passionate photographer. However, you underestimated just how much he was willing to reciprocate that love. Maybe, you think, he’s loving you just a little too much.  

lunchbox lovers @jiminrings

stem major!koo x cold senior!y/n

crunchyroll & rail @/1kook

summary: Never mind the fact you really like Sailor Moon, or that you really want to pay attention to every little detail; the moment becomes Jungkook and his big smile and his red cheeks and the tiny box he produces from within his pocket.

only for you @jikookiekosmos

summary: It’s the night before your wedding and you should be happy…but a fight with your fiancé leaves you second guessing everything. A visit from the blue-haired boy of your dreams is just what you need to make it right.

lillies @dewykth

summary: “… white lines, pretty baby, tattoos, don’t know what they mean, they’re special just for you…”

bluekooberry @kimtaehyunq

summary: Your adoring boyfriend, Jungkook, surprises you with a brand new hairstyle before your trip to visit him for the weekend. He’s excited to see you, feed you, and give you exactly what you want.

bad reputation @noteguk

summary: in which you have to deal with some strange emotions for the first time.

not yet @bratkook

summary: jungkook feels the pang of guilt in his gut when you spot your recent ex out with his new girl, and what better way to make the jerk hurt than to have him believe you were now dating him, the neighbor he had been insecure about your whole relationship

incoming: elite chatboy @kookingtae

summary: welcome to Elite Chatroom, a sex chat company with a wide variety of services such as text messaging, phone call, and video chat. you signed up online for the most basic text service plan not knowing what to expect, but you certainly didn’t think you’d end up actually liking the man behind the screen.

ineffable @euphoria-vmin7

summary: your best friend Jeon Jeongguk has always been amazing and deserved the best, so you’ve hid your love for him. But unbeknowsnt to you, there may be feelings that could change everything between you two…

touch @gardentulips

summary: when you tease and please one another

Multiple Members

friendly fire @kpopfanfictrash

summary: The dynamic: Hoseok; your friend and previous fuck buddy. Jungkook; Hoseok’s roommate and subject of your massive crush. The scene: determined not to drunk-gush about your crush any more (to his face), you decide to seclude yourself from all campus parties. Until, of course, Hoseok guilts you into a favor. Things spiral from there.

the boys are back in town @/dntaewithluv

summary: Getting stood up by your date definitely hadn’t been on your agenda for the evening. Also definitely not on your agenda: bumping into Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook. Together. On the same exact night. It’s been a while since you’ve seen your two best friends, as well as lovers on multiple occasions, from your high school and college days. A chance meeting, some drinks, and a trip down memory lane is all it takes to reignite the attraction between the three of you. Old habits die hard, but these two? They just might be the death of you.

ruin you @taegularities

summary: ��His eyes hold unfathomable darkness that lures you in, captures your very soul, steals any air you are trying to draw. And you know without a doubt that you’re on the path to utter and irrevocable ruination.”

ruin you (once more) ^

summary: Taehyung and Jungkook can’t keep their hands off you. Not even in the elevator.

Seokjin

kairos @luffles424

summary: When your financial aid falls through for your last year of school, you fear you’ll have to drop out and postpone your degree. Until Taehyung gives you a suggestion to make a lot of money, quick. His idea can’t possibly end well, can it?

appetence @luffles424

summary: appetence (n.) - an eager desire, an instinctive inclination; an attraction or a natural bondIt’s time for Seokjin’s rut. Are either of you prepared for this step?

tiny lights, tiny lies @ggukcangetit

summary: you aren’t sure when exactly your best friend’s brother went from being an oddly annoying set of broad shoulders to the shoulders you frequently fell asleep against.

Yoongi

the little things @kimtaehyunq

summary: When the present isn’t exactly enough for you right now, Yoongi is here for you through it all. He makes sure you know you aren’t alone and that it’s ok to feel alone.

cyberslut @kimnjss

summary:  he has no idea who you are… up front, you’re sweet and innocent - but in reality you’re the exact opposite. running your own nsfw account, where your favorite topic is his hands.

yoongi drabble @joonsgalore

life guard au

Hoseok

benefits @cutechim

summary: you and hoseok have taken the ‘friends’ out of friends with benefits, but exclusivity has its own perks.

Namjoon

namjoon drabble @lovetrivia

summary: You’re a hot girl on Twitch and Namjoon is an absolute simp.

Jimin

baby fever @writtenwhalien

summary: Jimin wants another baby, and much to your delight, he’s determined to give you one.

jimin drabble @/1kook

best friend au

small hands jimin drabble @lavishedinjimin

established relationship au

silk and lace @sunshyngal

summary: Min Nara is the newly dumped fiance to the Crown prince of Korea, Park Jimin. She’s not overtly upset , because at least now she can live her life without the pressure of the monarchy hanging over her head. Besides , Nara has a very dirty little secret. While she spends the day as the perfect high society girl with an impeccable pedigree , her nights are filled with lacy lingerie and webcams.  Ignored by the man she’s meant to marry, she revels in the greedy lust of strangers on the internet. It’s her way of saying ‘fuck you’ to a system that sees her as nothing but a toy, molded for the future King. Park Jimin doesn’t know the first thing about his supposed fiancee. And he has no intention of learning either. He knows just what debutante girls are like and he has no patience for the kind. Besides, his girlfriend of three years, the elegant and independent Irene is everything he would ever want in a wife . Or is she?Because in the secrecy of his office , after the day’s work is done , Park Jimin has a very scintillating vice that he likes to indulge in : the beautiful camgirl who calls herself the Temptress. Jimin can’t get enough of the girl’s lush thighs wrapped in silk, the pretty pink of her nipples in see through bralettes and the glittering temptation of the jeweled plugs she likes to stuff herself full with.Jimin thinks she embodies  everything he can never allow himself to have as a Prince : filth, sin and decadence , all wrapped up in Silk and Lace.

Taehyung

nip it in the bud @opaljm

summary: You’re not sure how you ended up here, but maybe a shitty ex and a horrible breakup had a hand in what placed you in front of the tattoo parlor. It was already a nerve-wracking experience, but what you never expected was seeing that the owner and artist giving you nipple piercings was your older brother’s best friend you hadn’t seen in ages. to make things even worse, he got fucking hotter.

taehyung drabble @joonsgalore

sugar daddy au

peanut @jungxk

summary: the making of peanut.

Jungkook

pretty kitty @venusiangguk

summary: you’re jk’s baby, his toy, and now his pretty little pet.

heavy metal @hisunshiine

summary: You come home from a trip to find your fuckbuddy has a… hole-y surprise.

devour @bloomsuga

summary: my sweet angel… i am going to devour you

grain of sand @jungkookiebus

summary: Blind since the age of 18 from a genetic disorder, Jungkook walked through life as if he never lost it, but on one fateful day seven years ago he literally almost runs into you. He fell in love nearly immediately. Fast forward to the present and it’s just another day in your quiet life with him by your side.

under the oak tree @mingoyeob

summary: as the eldest daughter of a duke, it’s your duty to marry at your father’s will. yet you didn’t expect to be marrying jeon jungkook, a knight of low status, especially when he departs for an expedition without another word after your first night. when he comes back three years later, this time as a renowned hero, how will you be able to face him and how will things change between you and your new husband?

jungkook drabble @1kook

dilf!jk

commercial break: thirteen ^

summary: Because for as much shit as you let him get away with, Jungkook is certain you’ll draw the line today.

sh. @wwilloww

summary: How could you say no to a month away in the mountains with your friends after six months of grueling quarantine?

jungkook drabble @lavishedinjimin

daddy!jk

OT7/Multiple Members

the end @jimlingss

summary: It’s been a habit of yours to vent in the form of love letters. There’s six in total. They’re kept secret, hidden in your closet. But on your 30th birthday, what you least expect is for each letter to become reality. All done by the whacky ghost of Christmas future trying to grant your birthday wish.

[7wanderingpaws]

Mess We Made - first (m)

Pairing: Baekhyun x reader

Genre: arranged marriage au (not bbh), doctor AU, highschool AU (first chapter only), university AU, fluff, ANGST

Words: 9.4K

WARNINGS: mature content, unprotected sex, cheating (not bbh), terrible family relations

Quick A/N: Finally, the anticipated full story for this drabble is coming! This will have more chapters! I am a bit self-conscious about this one. But I think it is a good challenge to grow as a writer. Hopefully it worked. Please let me know what you thought? ^^

Plot: You were willing to put the both of you through suffering without realizing you might hurt Baekhyun's feelings in the process. Even though he was yours, you were never his. And he would not stand in the way anymore.

tags: @byunfirstlady​ (hope you dont mind the tag; you were interest and since its been ages I tagged you to let you know 🥺 if you want to be tagged/untagged please reply to this post)

parts: first -- second -- third -- fourth (final)

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Mess We Made, part 1

“Psst,” you heard from your right side as you walked through the corridors of your high school. Before you even managed to look in the direction of where the sound came from, a hand grabbed you, swiftly bringing you into the darkness of the corner, the cold wall pressing into your back. Baekhyun came into view with his breath-taking smile as his lips hovered over yours, stretched out in a mischievous smile. “It's me.”

Instantly, you grinned, mimicking his wide smile. “I was looking for you.”

“Well, I found you first,” he whispered, and leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a gentle manner.

He had been your boyfriend since the second half of the first year in high school. You were now both seniors, ready to graduate and enter your chosen universities. You both chose the same one, the idea of not being able to see each other too ugly to risk going to different schools.

You felt Baekhyun's hands slide down your sides, reaching the hem of your short uniform skirt and his feather-like touch made you squirm and laugh right into his mouth. He followed suit with giggles. “It tickles,” you said, and looked into his smiley eyes.

He hummed, though didn't stop his wandering hand as he massaged the upper part of your thigh, the touch sending trembles down your legs, your heartbeat growing frantic. “But you like it. When I touch you there.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, growing red. “Yeah. But only when it's you.”

These final months in high school were those moments when boys were becoming very horny, the skirts of the uniforms girls had to wear driving some of them crazy. Baekhyun, thankfully, wasn't as affected, though you were thinking if it was because he already had access to you. You would tear his head off if he tried to touch another girl, but he just wasn't that type of a guy.

Same went for you, too. Baekhyun had a sharp gaze and if he saw a guy trying to lift your skirt up, he would just deal with them in his hapkido language, and nobody wanted that. Baekhyun was a literal martial arts superstar of the school. And also a terrible nerd. He was cool and nerdy. What a combo.

While that was him, the smiling, mischievous boy many girls grew a humongous crush on, you were the more unfortunate one, though many would immediately disagree. A daughter to a huge business company, money was something that was never an issue, to put it lightly. Having your own personal driver, needing to attend pilates classes to keep your form, visiting a dermatologist at least twice per month, eating small portions… everything that would scream rich, was basically you, as much as you hated it.

The reason for your hatred was simple: you didn't belong to Baekhyun's world. Likewise, he didn't belong to yours. But how would that define anything, when both of you were literally all over each other at any given opportunity, feelings too strong to fight them? Did social status really mean something? Baekhyun was studying hard to become a doctor, wanting to bring children to this world, and he had one of the best grade averages in the entire institution. Meanwhile, you, of whom it was highly expected of, didn't have it like him. Studying was not exactly your forte, and you ended up following your parents requirements of applying for business school, so that you would study something that was running in the family. As long as they did not intervene in your relationship with Baekhyun, you would accept and agree to anything. But Baekhyun was untouchable. No matter what would happen, it couldn't, by any means, include him and you always made sure about it.

“'Cause you are mine,” he murmured in your ear seductively, and you melted in his arms.

“That, I am. Always,” you replied breathily, standing on your tiptoes to crash your lips on his before anyone could catch you not spending the break outside of the building.

You just wanted to spend time with him before your family would whisk you away from him, like they always did. Rarely have you had the power to decide your free time, sitting at your father's meetings, mothers cocktails, boredly listening to conversations about money transactions that made you feel uneasy.

“Plans for tonight?” he asked as he gave your thigh a final squeeze before letting go, patting your skirt back down to its normal form.

You hummed, leaning back on the wall lazily, your chest pushed out. “Grandparents are coming over. From mother’s side,” you said, already tired at the idea of the dreadful encounter.

Baekhyun nodded, though you could sense he was a bit disappointed. He never said anything, though. It was safe to say he was used to the way things were working with your family. After all, it had been two years by now. Two years of your relationship. And with each passing moment, the both of you seemed to grow even fonder of each other. He never complained. He loved you.

“Sorry,” you sighed again, closing your eyes for a moment when you felt his palm on your cheek that forced you to open them again, his gaze gentle. He leaned in, nudging you with his nose.

“There is nothing to be sorry about, love.”

“Of course there is,” you replied passionately. “I really want to spend more time with you, Baekhyun.”

“You will. We will be together. Once university starts-”

“Can you understand that you consume my thoughts every second? And when I am not with you, the time just drags and it's like a small hell because I cannot see your face-”

Baekhyun kissed you, interrupting your small outburst. You moaned quietly, shyly, bringing him closer by his tie. He played with your lips, teasing you with his tongue, but he wouldn't go further than that. You were in school and as much as he was mischievous, he wouldn't go that far. “I love you,” he whispered.

You smiled brightly. “I love you, too.”

“And I will wait for you no matter how long it takes, okay? Don't feel sorry. I should study anyway,” he shrugged nonchalantly as if it really weren’t a big deal.

You smiled proudly while massaging his ear with your hand. “Always responsible, my prince.”

Just like you knew he would be, your driver was waiting for you, his face typically devoid of any emotions as you trudged to the school gates, ignoring the snickering gazes of students scattered around the entrance. Baekhyun was with you, hand in hand and just before you would reach the car, you stopped to kiss him goodbye. 

“Text me,” you demanded, looking into his eyes.

He nodded, and his long hair fell into his eyes. “I will.”

Not wanting to let go just yet, you took the opportunity and brushed his soft hair out of his eyes while he gently gazed into yours. 

“Promise me you won’t go against your parents,” he said suddenly, his voice quiet and hushed.

You focused on him, slowly retreating your hand from his hair. “What do you mean?” you asked, despite having a very good hunch. He knew your family very well, if not from what you have told him already, then from the experiences of when you would bring him home to study together and his parents would be cold and heartless, especially to you, not accepting your relationship with Baekhyun at all.

He sighed and looked somewhere else for a moment, letting the surroundings absorb in his mind before facing you. “I don’t want something happening to you. It just seems to me that the more you go against them, the more they will push you, mentally or physically. And I don’t want that.”

His worries made you feel warm. Someone actually cared for your well-being, unlike other people you were blood-related to. “I will be a good girl, hm?” you murmured, hearing your driver opening his door to get out, obviously impatient. “I will obey. For you.”

Baekhyun nodded and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “That’s the talk. Now go, before Mr Lee loses his cool,” he said, stepping away from you and nudging his head towards your driver who already opened your car door, obviously urging you to hurry.

You pressed your lips together and waved at your boyfriend one more time before turning and sliding inside the car, the door shutting loudly behind you, voicing the driver's dissatisfaction with your attitude.

Even if you wanted to wave at Baekhyun, you knew he wouldn’t see you. The windows were completely black.

You were dressing up for the dreaded dinner when your mother entered your room. Without knocking, of course. She looked at your dress of dark-red colour combined with a cute black bow on your back. The A skirt was hugging your curves just the right way and the hem stopped in the middle of your thighs that were covered in black stockings. Stylish, you thought.

“Slutty,” was what she said, frowning, her forehead wrinkled into three layers of skin. “Change it.”

You looked at her from behind your shoulder, sending her a poker face before facing your mirror again. “I like it. I won’t change it.”

Your mother sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re ridiculous. Who are you dressing up for? Your lover boy isn’t coming tonight.”

“And whose fault is that?” you fired back, hating whenever they as much as mentioned him. He was too good to be pronounced in their mouths. “It ain’t mine, mother. So stop irking me!”

“Watch your tone,” she said in a low voice before sighing deeply and shaking her head. “Listen. Your grandfather and grandmother will be here soon, so change. You know they are very conservative.”

“I’m not even showing skin,” you muttered, frustrated.

“You’re still a high school student. You aren’t supposed to be looking like this.”

Swiftly turning around, you walked to her slowly. “I’m not supposed to be having a chest? A butt? I am still growing, you know. Out of all people, you should know.”

“You have those because you eat more than you should and thanks to your boyfriend you are more horny than it’s okay for someone your age which leads you to have a big appetite,” she deadpanned. “So cover yourself up. This is not a strip club.”

Your mouth fell open, complete disbelief widening your eyes. She must have not been serious. But you knew she was, so what was more annoying was the fact that you still got angry and you still fought back, despite knowing their preferences for years. You tried to ignore the sting in your chest when she talked about food and about the way your body naturally worked. You were a hormonal teenager. Why couldn’t she understand?

Quickly remembering the promise you made to Baekhyun, you collected yourself and, although in pain, you nodded. But before you could answer, your mother continued: “Besides. Given the nature of our get-together today, you do need to look more responsible.”

That made you frown in confusion. “What does that mean?”

She smiled, though it was rather smug than anything else. “You will find out soon enough.”

“Mum!”

“Change,” she commanded, something dark flashing in her eyes before she walked out of the room.

Annoying tears burned in your eyes, and you quickly grabbed your phone, wanting to complain to Baekhyun, but he beat you to it and you found messages from him sent only a couple of minutes ago that immediately pacified your wild emotions.

i’m thinking of you ❤️ always

even now

and even now

and now too

gorgeous 😘🥰

You smiled through your tears, the need of wanting to be with him growing by tenfold. He melted all the negative emotions you had in yourself and you sat down on your bed, your eyes scanning the texts, the emoticons, and then the picture you had for him. He was being silly on it, wearing your sunglasses and pretending to be a girl group member looking seductive.

With a final look, you nodded to yourself, determined to follow what you had promised. 

Changing into a white shirt politely tucked into a black pencil skirt with your hair strictly tied into a knot, you looked like any worker in your father's company; not standing out, conservative and a little bit numb.

Only one thing was eating you away as you made your way downstairs to the huge dining hall, your parents already  welcoming your grandparents whose eyes gave you a strict look over. 

The nature of this dinner. 

What could that be?

All of the dinners had something into it. Your parents never did anything just for the sake of doing it. If there wasn’t something profitable in the action, they would never bother. But what did they want from your grandparents?

“Oh, finally you decided to show up. What are these manners, letting your old folks wait for you, hm?” Your grandmother’s words sounded like crow’s wailing. Annoying, terribly annoying. 

“Excuse me. Had to dress up properly for your company,” you replied in a calm tone, not paying attention to her nagging. You walked up to them and bowed politely, respecting them.

Your grandma scoffed, frowning at you while your grandfather’s eyes crinkled up a bit in a small smile, though he didn’t say anything besides nodding once to acknowledge your polite greeting. 

“Let’s just sit, shall we?” your father voiced, motioning to the prepared dining table adorned in a cream table cloth. “Before the food gets cold.”

“Yes, yes, we have things to discuss anyway,” rasped your grandmother as she sat down.

Your father was at the head of the table while your mother and you sat on his right, your grandparents on the opposite site. You ended up facing your grandfather for which you were thankful. He was one of the less evil. In fact, he barely ever showed any interest in the happenings around the dirty business your family was involved in.

Now that you thought about it, you didn’t know about him and your evil grandma. You had been secluded from any warm interaction since young age, so you never even bothered asking how they met and how they fell in love. How did grandfather even deal with someone like her was beyond your understanding.

Once your mother started talking in her superior tone, you concluded that your grandfather still managed to raise up someone like your mother. He probably wasn’t any better than the rest of the family.

“We have been in close contact with the rival company,” she started and you suppressed the need to roll your eyes.

Servants put all the food in front of you; seaweed soup, lots of side dishes, meat, fish, rice, rice cakes and corn tea. You usually liked the food but given you had to listen to another business talk, you lost your appetite.

“Their son is already in his thirties, so they requested the marriage as soon as our daughter is out of high school.”

You jumped in your seat, knocking your knee in the table rather painfully. You didn’t have time to curse and look at your mother, who continued talking as if nothing was happening: “Obviously we need to finish this deal before any more losses could happen to our business. Their company is overflowing with profit-“

“What are you talking about?” you snapped, not watching your tone that came out rude.

Your father frowned. “Your attitude is honestly disappointing. How can you talk to your mother in that to-“

“I am not getting married to anyone!” you shouted, growing hot-headed, your knee throbbing in pain. “I-I have a university to attend soon! How can I marry before getting a degree?! And I have a boyfriend-“

Your mother laughed drily. “How on earth can you even consider that boy?” she said, looking at you with utmost calmness. “He is just a middle-class boy.”

Your grandmother and father joined her in chuckles. “Don’t be silly,” said your grandmother. “It’s just a high school crush. It’s always about experimenting and not understanding what love is. Silly teenager stuff.”

“What do you know about love?” you asked doubtfully, turning to your grandmother with a death glare to which she returned it back.

“How dare you question your elders?! Calm down this instant and listen!”

If it were possible, fumes would be coming out of your nose and ears. You couldn’t believe what you just heard was true. It couldn’t be. You wouldn’t allow it.

“Besides,” started your father in a scolding manner, “you are not good at studies. We agreed to let you attend the university you chose, but your studies will be fruitless since you didn’t study as you were told to. You aren’t a man either,” he scoffed and gave a side eye to your mother who now froze. “But that isn’t your fault that you weren’t born a man. That’s someone else’s.”

Completely at loss for words, you fell back in your chair, devastated at what you just heard. Not only he degraded you, but he now attacked your mother.

In a sudden need to defend your mother as a woman rather than as your parent, you snapped: “It’s the amount of sperm that a man manages to put into a woman that decides the gender. If it’s anyone’s fault that I am a girl, it’s yours!”

Everyone went silent at what you just said, your father so shocked his mouth hung open. He blinked a few times, regaining his posture but you were already standing up. “I am not marrying anyone! I already have a boy-“

“So you do all the dirty stuff with this boyfriend of yours and that’s why your mouth is so nasty!” came your father’s voice like a thunder.

“She needs to break up with him. He is no good influence on her,” butted in your grandmother nonchalantly as she slurped her seaweed soup.

You snapped your eyes to her, and to your grandfather who was frowning down at his empty plate.

“I won’t break up with Baekhyun.”

“Then keep your delusions up. But once you're out of high school, the ceremony will take place,” said your mother resolutely, sending daggers your way. 

“I don’t want to do anything with your business,” you now said in despair. “I don’t want to own your company!”

Your father snickered drily in disgust. “You won’t own our company, daughter. You’re useless as it is, so we are going to merge the companies. That’s the only way we can save our hard work.”

You shook your hair. “No, I refuse!”

“You don’t have a choice,” shrugged your mother now turning back to her plate. “You can do whatever you want, but your fate is in our hands. That’s why,” she emphasized and looked at you, “for your own good, break up with your boyfriend. He is no good news. Save yourself the heartbreak. He is with you for the money anyway.”

You stood frozen, keeping the gasp in. Tears were spilling out of your eyes and you turned around, running back to your room, sobs leaving your mouth.

You always knew your family was a nightmare - cold, scary, emotionless. But this was too much for your young self.

All you wanted was warmth, safety and honest emotions.

All of those were what Baekhyun offered you.

He was more than just a boyfriend.

He was love.

That night, you didn't call Baekhyun, instead deciding to text him back to let him know that everything went fine. He was studying anyway, and if you wanted something, it was for him to become successful in a field that he was passionate about. Unlike you, who barely had any hobbies, let alone passions.

Finally crying yourself to sleep around 3am, your alarm went off too early in the morning, a strong headache first thing you felt as you turned off the blaring thing.

Sighing, you fell back on the comfortable pillows, their lavender smell engulfing your senses and momentarily offering a calming pat on your headache. Closing your eyes, you felt your eyes well up again, the idea of having to break up with Baekhyun just not adding up in your mind. How could you do that? Why would you deprive yourself of the only source of light you had in your life? For someone you never even met. Someone who seemed to be much, much older than you.

“I'm not doing it,” you whispered into the stillness of your room, your voice hoarse. Tears slid out of your eyes and down your sides until they tickled your ears. “I'm not.”

And with that, you faced your day; you washed up, put on your uniform, packed the necessary books and headed out, not saying your morning greetings, nor eating breakfast. Ignoring your surroundings, you went out not even waiting for your driver. You decided you will take the mundane route to school that day: bus and metro like Baekhyun did everyday.

“Hey, are you okay?” Someone’s fingers appeared in the line of your vision. Fingers all too familiar.

You looked up to see a worried Baekhyun, his shirt untucked and his tie loosen-up around his neck giving him the typical goofy, laid-back look that lived up very well to his personality. You managed to smile. “Yeah, just tired. Didn’t get to sleep much.”

“And why is that?” he asked, taking the closest seat to yours, looking around to check if the owner of the seat wasn’t there. When you pursed your lips, debating what to say, he added gently: “What is bothering you, hm? You know you can tell me.”

Releasing probably the nth sigh of that day, you closed your eyes for a moment before looking at him. “Let’s talk after school maybe. It’s not something to discuss here.”

Baekhyun nodded but you saw the rapid thinking his mind drifted off to. He could sense trouble, especially with your family. “Alright, let’s do that. But your driver-“

“He didn’t drive me to school, so he won’t be driving me from school,” you said in a monotone and Baekhyun raised an eyebrow at that.

“How did you come to school?”

You shrugged. “Like you do everyday. Public transport.”

Slowly, his mouth stretched to a soft, lopsided smile, his hand reaching out to caress your cheek with the back of his fingers. “Enjoyed it?”

You mimicked his smile, his touch easing up the tension you couldn’t get rid of since last night. “Yeah, thoroughly. Only you were missing. Then it would be perfect.” 

His smile only grew and you turned your head slightly, kissing his hand before he retracted it, keeping the eye contact while he kissed the same spot your lips touched on his hand.

You watched in small awe and you giggled when he added a louder smooch. “You’re unbelievable.”

He let out a laugh, standing up when the bell rang. “But you love me.” He squeezed your shoulder.

“That I do.”

After that, you couldn’t focus any more in any of the classes. Once again it was proved that you wouldn’t be able to even imagine your life without Baekhyun next to you. Yes, the idea of marriage was scary but you’d marry him. In an instant.

Finally coming up with a way to make something out for yourself and of that damn deal your parents made, you slipped out of the classroom as soon as the bell rang announcing the end of your last class of that day. Quickly pulling out your phone, you hid in the toilets and dialed your mother's phone who lazily picked up after countless attempts.

“What.”

So you were still in a war zone. “If I am to get married,” you started without further ado, “he can not touch me. And I won’t be breaking up with Baekhyun.”

It was silent for a moment before your mother let out a laugh. “Oh, honey. We do want you to finish university first before anything else will happen.”

She didn’t add anything more which confused you. “Okay, either way, I won’t be breaking up with Baekhyun.”

“Do whatever you deem correct. Though I bet he won’t like you getting married to someone else? Didn’t you always say how loyal he was?”

You grit your teeth. “Why do you suddenly care about his loyalty?” you hissed, pacing in the small toilet space. “That isn’t your business. You will always get what you want and I already said I will comply but on my terms.”

“Your terms are cheating on your husband? Or on your boyfriend? I really don’t know where this attitude comes from in you. Neither me nor your father are like that-“

Before she could finish, you burst out laughing. “What? You aren’t like that? Don’t be delusional, mother. You’re trying to marry me off for your own profit!” you exclaimed, raising your voice. “The only thing I am asking - no, I am going to do it whether you like it or not. I will be with Baekhyun. I’ll be with him until he breaks up with me.” Because there was no way you would do it.

Your mother was silent for a moment and then she sighed. “Do as you want. As long as you sign the papers…” she trailed off. “I have a meeting now. Let’s discuss once we are home.” And she ended the call.

You realized you were trembling only when you finally let your hand dangle next to your body, already tired from the fights. 

At least she didn’t say anything against the idea.

You took it as a positive sign.

You didn’t go home that night. Baekhyun suggested to sleep over at his house and you gladly agreed. It wouldn't be the first and certainly not the last time. His parents knew you well and you always felt their warm welcome whenever Baekhyun brought you home with him. His mother was a great cook and whenever you saw her, you were reminded of Baekhyun's kind smile.

“Are you staying for the night?” asked his mother with a laugh when you greeted her with a polite bow.

You smiled shyly, nodding and looking up at Baekhyun who was gazing down at you encouragingly. “Yes, if that is okay, auntie.”

“Of course! It's Friday night anyway. My son just keeps studying and not living his young life properly so please, be our guest.”

“Thank you,” you smiled and she said she would prepare a late dinner for you while you and Baehyun went to his room to change into something more comfortable.

“Could you borrow me some of your clothes?” you asked once in his room as you were working on unbuttoning your uniform's shirt and watched shirtless Baekhyun roam in his drawer for your favourite shirt of his.

“Here you go,” he said, coming up to you with the shirt and joggers, but instead of handing them to you, he just put them on the bed and mumbled a soft: “Let me.”

His fingers took over the unbuttoning process, and you closed your eyes at the feathery touch of his hands as he uncovered more skin. When he was reaching your stomach, he paused and you cracked your eyes open, finding him gazing at you intently before his eyes fell to the middle of your breasts that were exposed. He unbuttoned the last two buttons swiftly and then pushed his hands inside the shirt, dragging his fingertips over your hips and waist, tapping each bone of your ribcage until he slid his hands up to your shoulders, sliding the material off. “You want to keep your bra?” he asked, almost as if he wasn't breathing loudly, mimicking your rapidly rising and falling chest.

Shaking your head gently, you mumbled a soft no before he nodded in acknowledgement and with one hand unclasped the bra. He stepped even closer, your nose almost touching his broad and very naked chest. You felt his breath on your cheek as he whispered, pulling on the straps of your bra: “May I?”

Swallowing harshly, you nodded and looked up at him to find his fiery gaze intently set on you. When he pushed the straps off your shoulders and your bra fell to the floor, you shivered at the cool air hitting the hot skin as Baekhyun's fingers were back again, dragging them from your back through your underarms until he reached the sides of your breasts. His breathing was irregular, hot puffs hitting your face while you whimpered softly, egging him on to finally grab you.

“You're so beautiful,” he whispered shakily and you let out a loud sigh when he finally took a hold of your mounds, squeezing them gently in his palms.

You brought your arms around his neck, stretching the skin on your chest and you kissed him hungrily, the heat in your core growing almost painful for not being satisfied as you so badly wished you would be.

Baekhyun pushed his tongue into your mouth, going for a dirty kiss right away as he gave a final, stronger squeeze to your breasts before letting them go, bringing his hands down to your backside, bunching up your skirt in lust. He let out a satisfied moan when he grabbed the meat, his finger momentarily sliding inside and between your thighs. You were fast to break the kiss, needing air and also needing to whine because you needed him so badly.

His naked torso pressed now to yours, his hands cheekily teasing you and grabbing you, he was all about games.

“Baekhyun, the food is ready! Come quickly before it gets cold!” shouted his mother down the hallway, thankfully not coming to Baekhyun's room. You froze in his arms nonetheless to which he chuckled.

“Relax,” he murmured, pressing his face into your neck. “She knows not to disturb when my door is closed and you are with me.”

Letting out a breathy laugh, you let go of him just when he did.

“Once we are back,” he said, helping you put on his big t-shirt. “I will take care of that wetness down there. Seems pretty severe.”

You quirked an eyebrow, looking at the tent that was asking for attention over his joggers. “You sound so unaffected.”

He looked down just where your eyes were set and chuckled as if it was nothing. “Oh, sweetie, it's always like this when I'm with you. I just can't help it,” he said and leaned in, biting your earlobe. “You bring out the man in me.”

Everything was a long lost dream and you should have known it. Things you imagined and desired were not what the reality had in store for you, and it just made it more difficult for you to face Baekhyun. Even when you went on the last high school trip where you had the biggest fun, made the most exciting memories, sneaking behind the group to steal a small kiss, even all of that was not able to lighten up your damp mood. Somehow, it was possible for you to fake it, but you would have been dumb if you ever thought Baekhyun believed your words or smiles. He could sense trouble from miles and given the nature of your family, he was always well-aware of how many troubles could grow overnight in your household. He just wouldn't know the severity of the problem. And you weren't planning to tell him, just like you promised yourself and your mother, not until Baekhyun would break up with you.

And right now, it was your graduation day.

The D-day had come when you would have to say goodbye to all your friends, even the fake ones, and you would be a little closer to losing Baekhyun. Except you wouldn't know it would happen that fast.

“Congratulations!” squealed Baekhyun's mother who was fast to hug Baekhyun and you both at the same time, squeezing you to her chest. Your face was pushed into the colourful bouquet of flowers that smelled wonderfully - but from a distance. You tried to  squeeze your eyes shut but you just looked down, catching Baekhyun's worn-out converse sneakers.

Baekhyun snorted a laugh when he saw your face in the freezias, and gently pushed you away from his mother to protect you. As you straightened up, you managed to scrunch your face just in time to sneeze.

“Oh dear, I'm so sorry,” giggled Baekhyun's mother and even his father chuckled from behind her which made your heart warm up.

“It's alright, auntie,” you waved your hand, feeling your eyes watering up but you laughed nonetheless because - how could you ever be mad at such a sweet woman who was the only person on Earth to have the right to call Baekhyun hers? As much as you wished, you were nowhere near close to have the right for him to be yours. And maybe you would never be. “Looking at you, I wonder how was my son able to sweep you off of your feet! You're so beautiful!”

You smiled shyly and felt Baekhyun's soft gaze on you, ready to reach out for your hand before his mother pushed the bouquet into his arms. “This is for you, son, and this is for you, my dear,” she said, giving you one as well.

Just when you were about to thank her politely and bow, your mother's cold voice interrupted the merry atmosphere, your happy smile dying down as you turned to face her, your father and a- stranger? A man, to be exact.

“Here you are,” she said, sending a cold smile towards Baekhyun's parents, ignoring your boyfriend altogether. She stepped closer so she wouldn't be overheard, and muttered: “I guess your wishes will come true soon.” She leaned back and you followed her with your eyes as she stepped aside. “Mr Kwon, please meet my daughter,” she introduced you before continuing, “and this is Mr Kwon Minheob, your fiancée. Greet him properly!” she ordered but you didn't even process what she said.

Standing frozen, your arms were about to let go of the bouquet you just received were it not for Baekhyun who was fast enough to get the flowers out of your grasp. “Oh, that's great news! I'll take these for you!” he exclaimed with a smile and you looked at him with pure horror in your eyes. “Congrats by the way! I will miss you as my classmate!” he added and quickly bowed to your parents. “I'll see you around someday!” And with that, he turned and left.

In that instance, many things were swirling around in your brain - complete, utter shock, overwhelm, fear, heartbreak. What did Baekhyun just do? Why did he say that? And where was he going-

“Nice to meet you,” said the older male with a deep voice. You turned your stare back at him, hearing your heart beating in your ears. “What a pleasure to finally meet you. I have heard a lot about you and your studies. It is so nice of you to lower yourself and your status and attend a regular high school with ordinary people. I believe we will have a lot in common.” He finally uncrossed his hands from behind his back and you found a pastel pink bag dangling off of his somewhat thick fingers. “And this is my congratulatory present for you. Congratulations on graduating high school.”

Once again, you just stared at the bag, unable to make your own hand move and accept the gift with a polite bow like you were expected to. The only thing ringing in your mind was Baekhyun and him only. He found out much sooner than he was supposed to and you hated yourself because he was most probably hating you right now. What was worse - his parents were there, too. They all saw it when it all seemed like you were just about to stay with their son forever. Yet, your family, as always, ruined it all and you weren't sure if you would recover.

Looking up to the tall, grown man, it didn't take you a lot to know he was far from anyone you could have feelings for, ever. The words he just spoke, the malice he said them with, was everything you were standing for. Obviously, he was no one you could have things in common with.

Your father stepped next to you and, painfully, pinched your side, making you gasp and automatically reach out for the gift with a low bow. His fingers were squeezing your skin through your dress and it rushed tears in your eyes, but you blinked them away while accepting the gift and staring at the polished shoes of Kwon Minheob.

“Nice to meet you,” you mumbled, straightening up. The gift bag felt heavy in your hand but you tried not to pay too much attention to it. Eventually, your father also removed his hand from your back and he gave you a pressed smile, though you didn't look at him. “Congratulations, our daughter. Now we can go all to our house and have a good di-”

“I'm sorry, but I still have, eh, friends to greet and meet,” you said, “we also all agreed to have our last meal together as a class,” you added, looking up to meet your father's eyes. You weren't lying; the entire class wanted to meet and have chicken and beer. Preferably spend the time loudly somewhere in a good restaurant.

He shot you a dissatisfied scowl, but you held his gaze. “Until when? You won't be meeting them anyway, why waste time?”

“Exactly,” pressed your mother and smiled brightly at Mr Kwon, who kept observing you with quite an unreadable expression. “And we have Mr Kwon to entertain.”

Quite literally you thought you would start wailing right then and there; everyone was going against you, nobody seeming to listen to your words. Just when you felt tears prickle your eyes, Mr Kwon spoke up and surprised all of you.

“That is not necessary,” he declared, giving a curt smile towards your parents, “she is still young and should enjoy her classmates one last time. I suppose it will be difficult to do it once they all go their own way,” he said in a diplomatic voice, looking at you the entire time. It took a lot in you not to flinch and shudder under his gaze. “So go and enjoy, miss, and I will meet you soon to have a more private conversation with you.” You nodded quickly, though blood was already draining from your face at the idea of what he suggested. Mr Kwon turned to your parents. “I will leave you to entertain your daughter and I will reach out soon.”

Before anyone else could say another word, he gave a short bow and disappeared in the mass of people.

“You do realize-” your mother started, but you were fast to push the bag into her chest, not caring whether she caught it or not, and dashing for the direction that Baekhyun disappeared into.

Of course you were aware how much you would get scolded once you actually faced your parents, but right now you couldn't care less. It was better to get scolded, but losing Baekhyun or even making him hurt just the tiniest of bits made you resent yourself.

And so you pushed past crowds, stopping to say hi, keeping an eye out for any coconut head out there with a family that shone brighter than yours would ever shine. Just when you were about to lose it and start straight up crying in the middle of the crowd, you felt a hand intertwining with yours and you just knew. He didn't turn you around, but you felt his body behind yours and it was you who turned, facing him with a scared expression. 

“Baekhyun,” you whimpered. Seeing his kind smile made you want to slap him because why was he like that after what he heard?

“Hm? Want to tell me about it now?” he asked gently and combed your hair out of your face, his smile growing by an inch. “Pretty.”

You took a deep breath, shakiness overtaking your legs from unwanted pressure. “It isn't what you think it is.”

“Then what is it?”

“I don't want to marry him,” you said and this time, your tears rapidly grew in your eyes and were rolling down your cheeks. “I-I-I never… I mean, not yet. I did-didn't know he would come, I never saw him before and-”

“Shhh, calm down,” he hushed, bringing your face to his chest, hugging you to himself. “Let's talk about it another time.”

“No,” you said, hiccuping, “I am not losing you, Baekhyun.”

“You aren't.” “I'm not losing you,” you repeated, closing your eyes and pressing your face more into him, taking a deep breath of his scent, feeling up his warmth and presence. “I'm not losing you.”

He called your name gently. “It's fine. Don't cry, hm? You know I can't stand seeing you cry. I am not mad and I'm not going anywhere,” he whispered urgently into your ear.

“I just hate my family so much,” you mumbled into his chest. Baekhyun's shirt must have been stained by make-up by then, but neither of you cared. “And I don't want their terrible attitude to damage you.”

“It won't damage me. You are important to me, you. Look at me, hm? Look at me, darling.”

You sniffed and stepped away a little, tilting your head so you could see his kind eyes. He cooed, reaching up to run his thumbs under your eyes. “My little raccoon. Let's enjoy today, alright? Just us. And our classmates,” he added with a little laugh.

You smiled weakly, nodding. Anything Baekhyun wanted, he would get from you.

Your entire class hoarded into a chicken restaurant in Hongdae, the loud cheers and chatterings making many people turn in interest to look at you. You sat down around your girlfriends while you let, though reluctantly, Baekhyun join his pals. Even though you would exchange reassuring looks here and there, you still felt incredibly anxious about the incident earlier. In fact, you were so swallowed up by the idea of losing Baekhyun that you didn't  even think about the actual fiancée, Mr Kwon.

But instead of focusing on that, you decided to enjoy tonight, for you knew events like these won't be coming up for you anytime soon. If anything, your freedom was close to gone.

“I am going to start my own clothing brand,” started one of your classmates that was sitting next to you, munching on her piece of chicken meat. She went on spilling many details that didn't add up in your brain, though you listened carefully to every word she said.

“You don't have your degree yet,” you replied eventually and took a gulp of your coke.

“Funny, coming from someone like you,” she snickered, “you can decide you want to own an island and you will.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes but your classmate just shrugged.

“I can assure you she won't,” came in Baekhyun's voice. “I know it pretty well, since I'm her boyfriend.”

The girls exchanged looks. They all had a secret crush on him, so his words made them a little embarrassed. “Would you even marry her?” they teased.

“I would. In a heartbeat,” was his answer and you looked at him with huge eyes, your mouth that was slightly oily from the chicken hanging open, your heart frantically beating in your chest.

The entire table hollored and whistled, and you caught your boyfriend smiling proudly at you, eventually sending a confident wink. He tapped his mouth with his index finger and then pointed at you. You felt your lips stretch instantly, because you knew he meant “close your mouth”.

“Whew, you really are lucky,” muttered the girl next to you, changing the topic completely.

His hand was intertwined with yours once again as you were slowly walking along the Han river. Ttukseom Han river park was, as always, busy with young people. It gave a great view on Gangnam and Cheongdam that were lying on the opposite side, the city lights of the tall buildings reminding you how life revolved around money and basically anything that smelled even the slightest of capitalism. You found yourself despising all of it.

“Cat stole your tongue?” muttered Baekhyun playfully into the chilly air as he swayed your connected hands.

“Just… thinking,” you replied and made sure your sides were brushing.

He didn't reply, instead letting silence overtake again, but you knew he was curious. He wanted to, and deserved, to know.

“Did you mean it?” you asked, looking at the dark water.

“Did I mean what?”

“That you would marry me in a heartbeat,” you said softly, scared to actually pronounce those words. They sounded so unnatural, for some reason, despite them mirroring everything you ever wanted in life. “What you said during dinner.”

“Yes, I meant it and you know it, too, sweetheart,” he said, shaking your hand.

You smiled to yourself. If you wouldn't spill the beans now, you would probably never find the guts to talk about the main issue that was simmering like the water in a pressure cooker. “My parents want me to marry that man for business. Something along merging their companies or whatever,” you started. “I found out a while ago but I was fighting them. And then you made me promise to obey,” you sighed, feeling the well-known dread eating up your insides, “and I had to agree. But I don't want to.”

“So that's why you weren't yourself,” he muttered more to himself than to you, and he stopped walking so he could look at you properly. When you wouldn't meet his eye, too ashamed, he put his index finger under your chin and made you tilt your head up. “Why didn't you just tell me from the beginning?”

“Baekhyun,” you whispered in disbelief, “how could I? It isn't some news about apples growing backwards.”

He chuckled. “Well, you have to admit, that would make the headlines.”

You giggled, rolling your eyes. “You know what I mean.”

He let out another chuckle through his nose and slid his hand up so he could cup your cheek lovingly while thinking over his next words. “When are you supposed to marry him?”

You swallowed. “Maybe after uni? I … I never wanted to talk to them, so I don't know exactly… I insisted after university graduation.”

He hummed, running his thumb over your lower lip, his gaze focused on the way he parted your lips. “So, we have four more years?”

You pursed your lips, not liking the idea of having limited time with Baekhyun. “Of course not. I will always be with you.”

He sighed, and eventually dropped his hand on your shoulder; you tried not to feel disappointed. “I think this is more complicated than you think, love.”

“How is it complicated, Baekhyun?” you asked stubbornly. “I love you. I saw that man today for the first time in my life. How can I marry someone I don't know and barely ever saw? He is almost twice my age, Baekhyun. You know this is not okay and you also know it doesn't make any sense.”

“And you know business is anything but emotions,” was his fast reply.

“I don't care about their business.”

“And they don't care that you don't care.”

“Bu-but I just don't care! I will be with you behind his back and-”

“And how would that make me feel?” he fired back, now both of you slowly getting heated up from the small exchange of opinions. Baekhyun just asked something you never wanted him to utter. If you were to talk about him, of course, he was the victim. He'd become a secret lover; the forbidden fruit.

When you didn't reply, he nodded, his hand falling off your shoulder. “I understand.”

“Baekhyun, let's talk about this step by step,” you tried, reaching for his hand which he, thankfully, didn't retreat. “We still have a long time until any of those things could even happen. Maybe it won't happen - and I will try my best not to let it happen. But let it not affect our present. Please,” you added with urgency, looking into his warm eyes.

When Baekhyun was troubled or sad, his eyes seemed to become even more down-ward than they already were. This time, it was no exception and you wanted to reach out and make the wrinkles go away but you didn't. “Let me just think this matter through, alright?” he murmured eventually.

You pressed your lips together and nodded while you stepped close to him, snaking your arms around his waist. He gladly took you in, letting out a deep sigh as he hugged you to him and kissed the top of your head. “It will be okay.”

“May I sleep at yours tonight?” you mumbled into his shoulder after a moment of silence. “I just cannot imagine going back to that hell.”

He rubbed your back gently. “Of course. My mum is already expecting us. We shouldn't disappoint her.”

You leaned back a bit and stood on your toes to press your lips to his. “You're the best.”

And so, after walking a little bit longer and enjoying the faraway noise of the busy roads and nightlife Seoul, you slowly made your way back to the metro station, heading for Baekhyun's house, and your safety.

The both of you were lying on his bed, his parents long asleep, the quietness of the apartment giving you a sense of safeness. Baekhyun had a book open on his lap while you were doodling something you weren’t sure what was yet. Manual work seemed to preoccupy your mind enough and sadly, even with Baekhyun next to you, you couldn’t find your peace of mind. 

“Aren’t you tired yet?” whispered Baekhyun and looked at you, and on the paper to see what you were so focused on. “It’s already 1am. Your parents will want you home early-“

Your sigh interrupted him and you put down the pencil rather harshly as you sat up properly to face him. “Since when do you care about them? You know I will go home whenever I want to. I don’t care, so you shouldn’t either.”

“I don’t want you to get into trouble, okay?” he said back, his voice quiet but low. “There has been enough drama.”

“What worse can happen? They want me to let go of you. That is the worst punishment for me.”

Baekhyun’s gaze softened and he also sat up properly to face you. “I know. I can’t lose you either. And I wasn’t intending on that. I meant that they might lock you up and then I won’t be able to see you so soon, hm?” he murmured gently, his lips puckering with each word as he reached out with his hand to caress your cheek. You leaned into his touch right away. “I want to enjoy what we have now.”

You smiled gently when you recognized your previously uttered words and grabbed his hand that was cradling your cheek. “You know I would sneak out just to meet you if I were to be locked up.”

He rewarded you with a lopsided, handsome smile. “You shouldn’t, you little devil.”

You sighed and shimmied yourself closer until your knees were touching his. “Kiss me,” you whispered breathily, already eyeing his lips.

He observed you a little longer before his eyes dropped on yours. Softly smiling, he leaned in, now both of his hands on your neck to angle your face. The softest of touches was what you felt first before he pressed his lips harsher, moving his mouth against yours. Your hands snaked around his neck to urge him on while he opened your mouth and invited himself in. Without meaning to, you let out a satisfied hum that seemed to ignite Baekhyun because he pressed harder, slowly making you fall back on your back, head on the pillows.

He grunted as you spread your legs so he could settle himself there as your kiss grew dirtier, all tongues and teeth, battling for dominance. Your fingers were messing up his hair while his hands were touching you over the fabric of his pyjamas.

It was your whines and a couple of pulls on the hem of his shirt that made Baekhyun lean back so that you could undress in haste, both of you eager and very much horny. Finally feeling the hot skin of his chest press up against yours he was too eager and he already lined himself up at your center, needing the release without any foreplay.

“Just keep quiet, alright?” he reminded softly into your ear under which he placed the softest kiss before he started pushing in, your mouth falling open, but your juices doing a good enough job for his easy access.

You gasped rather loudly and he silenced you with a messy kiss, interrupting it with harsh pants on your mouth as his eyes were closed in focus, his forehead pressed against yours. You panted and tilted your head to chase his parted lips while he pushed himself in all the way, reaching the stillness that you very much needed.

Unable to take the pain, your eyes were squeezed shut, scratching Baekhyun’s back while the other hand fisted his blanket. 

“Just a little longer,” Baekhyun whispered urgently, lips against your forehead, repeatedly puckering them in tiny butterfly  kisses. “The pain will be all gone, I promise. I’ll make you feel like no one on this planet.” He moved the slightest bit, the friction making him hide his face in your neck and mouth at the skin.

Your heaving chest was pressing up against his and with his next movement, you felt the tingles of pleasure that he promised you just heartbeats ago. Giving Baekhyun the sign to move, he started rocking, already setting up a faster pace for he couldn’t wait any longer. Your influence on him was too strong, his emotions for you too overwhelming. In his eyes, you were so sexy, beautiful, sensitive, and absolutely alluring. It would be brutal if he had to hold back while having you underneath him.

Who did he try to lie to? He went absolutely crazy at the idea of him having to leave you for another man; some old dude who didn’t even know you. It might have been the reason why he grew relentless, pushing you into his mattress and snapping his hips, your face of pure ecstasy only fueling his passionate drive. He hated the entire situation. He didn’t want to share you. He never wanted to have a secret relationship with you. If he imagined a future, besides him becoming a doctor, it was your presence next to his the entire time.

Baekhyun was never one to be aggressive and stubbornly go against every rule, unlike you. In your relationship, he was the cold-headed one, the peace-maker, always fighting for what the brain said instead of the heart.

But right now, his heart was in despair, already feeling the beginning of a heart break. He thrusted into you with such passion you really couldn't contain your moans and he wasn’t sure he wanted you to keep quiet anymore. Let everyone know that you belonged to him.

He bit your skin just under your collarbones, tasting the sweat, and you gasped, fisting his hair which prompted him to grunt and reach your g-spot.

“Cum for me,” he whispered harshly, biting you again and then moving his face to push his tongue into your open mouth. “Cum for me and say my name.”

He didn’t have to tell you as you were already panting his name like a mantra that would bring you to heaven. Your walls were pleasurably stretched out, the throaty sounds he made bringing you over the edge. He followed soon after your breathy moans and your arching back that caused your breasts to press to his sweaty chest made him lose it.

His arms snaked in the space between your back and the mattress and he squeezed your body to him, hiding his face in your breasts that he mouthed and licked at sensually while feeling himself release.

With one last bite to your sensitive nipple, he moved to kiss you, your tired smile welcoming him. “I love you.”

You combed his hair away from his damp forehead. “I love you more.” But please don't leave me.

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[jaskiers-sweetkiss]

Not Possible [Soulmate AU]

Pairing: Daisy Johnson x Daniel Sousa

Based on the prompt: “Can someone make a soulmark story with Daisysous where Daisy's soulmark is "Who the hell are you?" and Daisy, being someone that would always get herself into tight situations, was something that she heard a lot and has gotten kind of desensitized to it and while Daniel's soulmark is "Who I am is on a need to know basis", he had gotten into the habit of asking people who they are to get that kind of response. However, both of them are very focused on their respective missions (Daisy to fight the Chronicoms and Daniel to figure out who is trying to infiltrate his SHIELD base), they didn't realize they were each other's soulmates until he noticed his writing on her body while rescuing her from the barn and then they fall in love yay” from @magickgirl786 (lmk if you want me to untag you) 

Warnings: light swearing, mentions of torture, THERE WILL BE AGENTS OF SHIELD SPOILERS

a/n: I was so inspired by the prompt that I literally pounded this out in like an hour last night. This is my first Daisel/Dousy/Sousy/DaisySous fic so lmk what you think!!

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Daisy Johnson hadn’t exactly had a normal life and being born with the words “Who the hell are you?” tattooed on her wrist didn’t make it any better. It was a question she had asked and been asked many times throughout her life. She asked herself that very question constantly growing up as she fashioned a name and identity for herself since she had no family to do it for her. She created Skye, the hacker but then “Skye” was thrown out the window when she met her parents and learned her real name was Daisy Johnson and she started the entire process of creating an identity over again. At some point, Agent Johnson became Quake and Quake became Destroyer of Worlds, she’d had enough names and identities to make a person’s head spin.

Working as a field agent with SHIELD didn’t help much either. Her job ensured that she was asked: “Who the hell are you?” on nearly every assignment. She barely even registered the shock of hearing the words anymore. She certainly wasn’t listening for them in 1953, decades away from anyone who could possibly be a candidate for her soulmate.

Daniel Sousa wasn’t sure what kind of soulmate he’d be getting with a soulmark like “Who I am is on a need to know basis,” but boy did he try to find out. He had tried to elicit the response from every new person he met but it never hit. The words started to make more sense when he joined the SSR and later SHIELD. Surely his soulmate must be an agent, he thought, but soon enough that idea fell through too. The identity of his soulmate was far from his mind as he went about his job, especially when dealing with the added stress of a Peggy Carter imposter. That must’ve been why the words went right over his head.

“Who the hell are you?” His words were harsh as he stepped into his office only to find it occupied by some dame he’d never seen before.

“Who I am is on a need to know basis.” Her words were curt but she radiated power and authority. On a normal day Daniel might’ve shown a little more respect for the woman but today he was out of patience.

“I need to know.” He demanded and she smirked.

“Ah, no, you don’t.” She smiled coyly, “Because I don’t exist, and we’ve never met. Now, can you shut the door please?”

“Not to be rude, but it’s been one of those days,” he began, eying the woman with his signature no-nonsense look, “So produce some credentials or I’m gonna put you in handcuffs.”

She complied immediately and he nearly let out a sigh of relief. Today may have been stressful but at least everyone was being compliant, even the two imposters he caught had gone quietly and without a fuss.

“I should inform you, that’s not my real name,” she spoke evenly as she handed over her ID, “My initials are C-I-A, catch my drift?”

“Subtle.” He deadpanned but he was grateful. It seemed someone was finally taking his fears of Hydra sleeper cells in SHIELD seriously, maybe someone was finally here to make his day easier.

The next thing he knew he was locked up in the very cell he had been keeping the imposters in. So much for making his day easier.

Daisy was surprised by the flare of guilt that came from locking Sousa up in his own holding cell. She normally wouldn’t have thought twice, it was part of the job and she was saving her people and the world, but there was something about Daniel Sousa that gave her pause. Maybe it was because he was a nice guy, or because he was already catching onto Hydra’s presence more than fifty years before it would actually come to light. Either way, she had to shake off the feeling as she continued on her day.

An opportunity to redeem herself not long after. Daniel Sousa was going to die, killed by the Hydra sleeper cells he was trying to expose, but they didn’t have to let that happen. They wouldn’t let that happen if she had any say in it. She still couldn’t figure out why she felt so strongly about a man she had only interfaced with once but something was telling her she couldn’t just let this man die. So she didn’t.

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Daniel Sousa was not having a good week. First Hydra, then his base is infiltrated, and now he’s been kidnapped. Except, it’s worse than a kidnapping really, because not only is he no longer in Los Angeles, he was no longer in 1953, and he was, apparently, no longer alive. Somehow Daniel Sousa, Agent of SHIELD and World War II veteran, had found himself in the 1970s without having aged a day. At least this new Future SHIELD still did fieldwork, he really needed the consistency.

He found himself paired up with the agent from his office who’s real identity he learned was Daisy Johnson. He wasn’t sure what it was about her, maybe the power she emanated or her bold attitude, but something drew him to her. Somehow, even with the looming threat of Hydra, he felt less worried with her by his side. Though, maybe it had something to do with her earthquake powers.

It wasn’t until the barn that he realized the true reasoning behind their inexplicable connection.

God, that barn. Daniel wasn’t sure if they’d ever make it out of that god-forsaken building alive. Sitting there listening to Agent Johnson be sliced apart was a torture in itself for him, though he knew his pain was nothing compared to the agony she was surely feeling if her screams were any indicator. She looked like she was on the verge of death when they deposited her back at his side.

“Stay with me,” he remembered begging. He remembered telling her about what happened to his leg. He remembered feeling like there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do to make sure she made it out of there alive.

Then she lifted up her hand to show the piece of glass stuck under her skin and he realized why he felt so strongly about the woman lying in his lap. His own words, “Who the hell are you?” were tattooed along her wrist. There was no mistaking his handwriting and while all he wanted to do was replay their meeting back in his mind to find out if she had said his words, he knew he needed to keep his mind on task if he ever wanted a shot at this soulmates thing. So that’s what he did, he threw all of his strength, mind, and ability into getting them out of that terrible barn. It wasn’t until he was seated on the Zephyr with Daisy safe, sound, and healing in front of him that he let his mind wander to the possibilities.

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Daisy wasn’t surprised that she wasn’t alone when she woke up, but she was surprised by her company. She had expected Jemma when she woke up in the med bay’s hospital bed with an IV in her arm, but instead she got Daniel Sousa, not that she was complaining. He looked equal parts relieved and nervous when she awoke though she couldn’t figure out why. He didn’t tell her either, though the nervousness remained throughout her recovery. Jemma informed him that he hadn’t left her side the entire time she was unconscious and her heart warmed at the fact. The sentimentality surprised her, she wasn’t one to grow attached so quickly but there was just something about Daniel Sousa. She didn’t find out what until she had been released from medical.

“Agent Johnson, I think we should talk,” he said in that calm but commanding way of his, though Daisy didn’t miss the nervousness in his voice and face.

She merely nodded, following him into the Zephyr’s kitchen. They sat across from each other at the table, Daisy starting up the coffee machine before sitting down.

“What is it, Agent Sousa?” She asked, a teasing smile on her face, “You look like you might vomit.”

“We’re soulmates,” he blurted before immediately cursing himself and Daisy froze in shock.

“Excuse me?” She finally spit out, subconsciously sliding her fingers over the words on her wrist.

She’d heard the words hundreds of times, surely it couldn’t be him.

“I didn’t realize until I saw my writing on your wrist in the barn, I-” he stopped suddenly, unsure of what to say next. He had dreamed about meeting his soulmate, but never had he thought it would go like this. In lieu of knowing what to say, he rolled up his sleeve instead, placing his wrist on the table with his soulmark on full display.

Daisy’s mind was screaming at her as she stared at the man’s wrist. The man was born decades before her, he was supposed to die before she was even born, and yet those were her words, in her handwriting, clearly displayed on his wrist.

“What the hell?” She heard herself mutter, though she didn’t feel like she was in control of her own body in that moment.

“I’m sorry,” Daniel panicked, interpreting her confusion for upset. “I shouldn’t have sprung this on you, especially so soon after recovery-” he rambled before Daisy cut him off by placing a gentle hand on his own that was still resting on the table.

“I’m not upset,” she reassured him, “I just- how is this possible?” She laughed slightly at her own question, soulmarks were an extremely unpredictable thing and even modern science didn’t have a good understanding of them, obviously the chain of events that brought them together were meant to happen.

“I don’t know,” Daniel smiled sadly, “But, as crazy as all this is, I’d like to give it a shot.”

Daisy smiled. She couldn’t help it even if she tried, the man sitting before her was so genuine and even if he wasn’t her soulmate she was sure she’d be feeling the same butterflies in her stomach.

“Me too,” she said softly and the butterflies only flapped harder at the smile that broke across his face.

“I’d like to take you on a date if any of this,” he gestured to the Zephyr and the commotion that came with it, “ever dies down.”

“I’d love that.”

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half moon ― two

You remembered the messy clothing sketches sprawled on the desk, and also remembered how proud you were when you modeled for his final assignment. The promise of you being the first one to wear his first official product was made. Years passed by and the promise was forgotten as it wasn’t meant to be kept; until you received an invitation that has B.B.H signed on it. Ironically, you found yourself confronting your past at your ex-boyfriend new collection launch event with your memories with him flashing through your mind.

☽    pairing: byun baekhyun x fem reader ☽    characters: exo members, red velver members, others. ☽    genre: angst, slice of life, adult-hood, hurt-comfort.   ☽    aus: ex to something!AU, beauty youtuber Reader, fashion designer Baekhyun ☽    warnings:  vague description of depression, suicidal situations, unhealthy relationship. ☽    word count: 2.4k

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― note: please take the warning seriously! i personally have a very hard time writing this because it reminded me of all those times i have been put in a situation similar like that. enjoy the short update!

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Eighteen years old her would not believe how she would be standing in her current position right now. With people of influence from across the globe crowding inside a room to attend a launch event of a brand that is successful. Her past self wouldn’t believe that she would be standing in the middle of a crowd, taking pictures to upload on her social media with champagne on her hand. 

The night after the awkward encounter with Baekhyun feels so surreal for her, walking back to her friends with her cheeks flushed red and thoughts in a jumble of mess. She couldn’t blame it on the liquor, she hadn’t taken one when she talked to her ex-boyfriend. Yet, his presence was enough to make her drunk. 

Great time, can’t wait to review the new products soon! Xx. She typed for her instagram story that showcases the event of the night. Before she even gets to press the post button, Seulgi is calling out to her name, ever so softly.  

“It’s picture time, you want to come?” Seulgi questioned her. There is nothing new about taking pictures at the designed booth of an event, but she hesitated to agree. Baekhyun would be there, she knew as much. After all, nobody could go home from an event without taking a picture with the owner of it. 

A sigh escapes her lips, she knew ten years had passed since her romance with Baekhyun died, but it would be a lie if she doesn’t feel the same spark when she encountered him earlier. Then again, a picture wouldn’t hurt.. right? So she grins at her best friend, nodding her head then to agree. 

But of course, it would. 

Baekhyun didn’t change at all, at least with his act of affection. He was flirty with every of his guests―male and female―, putting his arm around them, smiling at them so sweetly, and even holding one of the guest’s hands for whatever reason it was.

She shouldn’t feel like this, like her emotions are eating her up alive. There is no valid reason on why she should be jealous; knowing that Baekhyun is a man whose language of love is skinship. She tried her best to shrug it off, to not look, and it wasn’t until Seulgi nudged her shoulder that she realized she had been glaring at Baekhyun for a good two minutes. 

“Coming here is a bad idea. Very, bad.” She groans, gripping on Seulgi’s arm ever so tightly. The chuckle that came out of Seulgi’s lips are comforting, it was one of her chuckles that indicates she understood. 

“It will be okay. We’ll get out of here, he’ll be gone again, and you’ll forget about him.” Seulgi reassures.  Oh, how she wished she could trust her best friend. 

And it is frustrating how she knows she wouldn’t forget about him as when it was her turn, Baekhyun’s smile turned into something that is different. His smile was gorgeous, the smile that she remembered was reserved for her and only her when they were dating. His signature smile where only the edge of his lips curled, a lopsided smile that always made her body tremble. 

Oh, how much she wished Baekhyun was still hers. 

It was nonchalant, the way Baekhyun leaned in to her and wrapped his arm around her waist to take a picture. But she wouldn’t miss how tight his fingertips are on her skin, as if he wouldn’t let go. She genuinely wished he doesn’t, but when the stutter sound reaches her ears, Baekhyun pulls away right away. 

What she didn’t notice was when Baekhyun slipped in something to her slightly opened purse.

The entire ride back home with Seulgi and Sehun is quite awkward on her part, only listening to the couple’s random banters without her joining. She usually helps Seulgi in bullying Sehun, but with her mind filled with Baekhyun, she couldn’t find the strength to do so. 

She wasn’t always like this, she was always cheerful despite the hardship she faced, her head always held high as if nothing will ever ruin her happiness. It was only after Baekhyun left her and took those parts of her away together with him. 

For some people, ten years is a long time for someone to move on. And she used to think the same way too, because who could stay in love with someone even after ten years of separation? Then again, her relationship with Baekhyun has always been more special. 

Baekhyun was not her first love, neither was he her first everything. She had her fair share of ex-boyfriends before Baekhyun, even after him, but nobody ever came close to what she had with him. 

Because nobody went through so many hardships with her for five years, nobody held her close the way Baekhyun did and made sure she’s safe and sound, nobody loved her permanent wounds as much as he did, and nobody loved her as much as Baekhyun did.

There was a point in her life after her separation with Baekhyun where she realized she depended herself too much on him, that she knew being apart from him was a good thing, that her love for Baekhyun had started to get unhealthy. Relapses are not uncommon in her part where she collapsed in her bathroom door begging for someone to save her, but she managed to walk past that, opening a new chapter in her life with memories and wounds forgotten. 

If there was anything Baekhyun had taught her, it was how to love herself. If Baekhyun was able to love her through and through; why couldn’t she do the same?

The road for her to be able to value and love herself wasn’t easy, there are so many trials and errors. What matters is the fact that she managed to pick her life back together and be as successful as she is now. 

Baekhyun coming to her life after ten years of separation only made her realize that after all these times, her feelings for Baekhyun are still deeply rooted inside of her. She may have realized that she no longer depended on her happiness to him, but she acknowledged that she wished her romance with Baekhyun never came to an end. 

Her thoughts are cut short when Seulgi calls her name, questioning her how she’s feeling. Making her sigh before answering to her best friend.

“I’m not sure, honestly.” Mumbled her, her fingers unconsciously playing with the hem of her outer shirt. “I never imagined I would be able to converse with him, let alone meeting him at an event like this.”. It’s a lie, of course she knew it is inevitable to not meet him under her earlier circumstances. 

“I was shocked when you came up to him like that. What did you guys even talk about in that short period of time?” Sehun asked her, taking a glance at her from his rear view mirror. 

A groan escapes from her lips the same time Seulgi pinches him, leave it to Sehun to be rather insensitive in a situation like this. She stays quiet for a little, recalling her little reunion with Baekhyun earlier at the event, in the middle of the venue with curious eyes focused on them. 

“He only asked how I’ve been, and automatically I asked the same,” she huffs, “which are dumb because I know very well how he had been.” 

Sehun chuckled then, quietly making a U-turn to her apartment complex. “That’s good, at least he didn’t make you cry.” 

Before she could answer Sehun with insulting words, her phone rings indicating there is a new notification. Taking it as a great chance to ignore Sehun to check her phone that she had been ignoring throughout the event. The first, newest notification, manages to make her squeaked rather uglily. 

INSTAGRAM: [baekhyun]: mentioned you in a story.

“How the fuck he knew my Instagram account!?” She screamed to her phone, completely forgetting the presence of her two best friends. Her heart beat is going faster, she could even hear how loud her heart thumping because of that one notification. 

“Has it crossed your little brain that it might be his social media admin who posted it?” Sehun questioned her mockily. She shook her head right away, defending her statement then. 

“No, this is his personal Instagram account, not his official brand account. Whatever, he was probably just posting every picture he took with everyone earlier.” 

Before she could even think about what Baekhyun posted, Sehun announced that they had arrived in her apartment building. Both her best friends bidding her goodbye and an unnecessary good luck for no reason at all. She did notice the soft smile adorning Seulgi’s lips though, making her wonder what’s inside her friend’s head.

She doesn’t remember much what happened the night at the event the moment she opened her eyes. There is no after taste of alcohol in her throat and she doesn’t wake up with a massive headache. It is enough of a sign that she didn’t drink alcohol the night before. With a sigh, she took her phone to check her notifications―nothing weird, just the usual new partnership emails and contracts that she needs to review later. 

As she mindlessly scrolled through her notifications bar, she noticed one unopened notification from Instagram. She winches a little at the username, getting a reminder of his husky yet soft voice and gentle touches last night. Her sleepy state decided that it is time to open and see what Baekhyun had posted on his Instagram Story. 

The post is nothing out of the ordinary, just a picture of them―rather awkwardly―standing next to each other with a smile on their face. What led her heart to beat faster was his caption, and the way he slipped his hand inside her shirt pocket. 

Lovely to see you again. Here’s to a smooth sailing future for the both of us. Was what he wrote as a caption, for his fans, of course it wouldn’t be odd that he wrote his caption that way.. but a smooth sailing future? For the both of them? What the hell it was supposed to mean. 

What’s more unsettling for her is the fact that Baekhyun didn’t post another story with his other guests, only with her, with a caption that led her heart beat faster. 

She doesn’t want to think about it, because if she does, she would read too much into things and nothing great would come from it. So she shrugged it off, placing her phone down on her bed to even out her breathing. 

Inhale, exhale, everything is going to be alright. After all, she’s nothing like her past self. She has a great stable job, lives in a good environment, and is crowded by only the best people. There is nothing to worry.

With a reminder of how grateful and how much she loves her job, she gets up from her bed to stretch her sore limbs. Opening the curtain in her room to greet the sun with a smile on her face. It is only ten in the morning, she notices. The day is still long and she could do her job peacefully without any deadlines rushing her. 

There are plenty of things she could do, going out to get herself a cup of coffee while editing one of her videos that she had recorded the days before would be a great choice for her to not procrastinate, she deems. Nonetheless how much she adores and loves being alone inside her apartment, she of course enjoys being outside too. 

She didn’t have much thought when she was done dressing herself up, going out with only a t-shirt and a pair of worn out jeans, dressing for her own comfort as she knew she would spend at least two hours sitting and looking at her laptop screen.

The smell of the familiar brew of coffee greeted her nostrils the moment she opened the door to the coffee shop she often visits. Making her lips stretch into a smile and positivity filled her body. Right away, she walks towards the line of people that are queuing to order, minding her own business by focusing on her phone to reply to any texts she received. 

She barely notices her surroundings, making her jump in shock when a very familiar voice calls her name. It doesn’t take her a second to even realize who had called her, knowing how she used to listen to that voice every day in her past. 

Turning her head to where the voice belonged, her eyes widened at the figure in front of her. Byun Baekhyun; fresh and blood, extremely attractive with his slightly oversized black hoodie and messy bed hair. She timidly waves her hand at him, unconsciously stepping to the side to give him space to stand next to her. 

“Didn’t know I’ll see you in here.” Baekhyun softly said once he stood next to her, his eyes set on her figure. She nods her head as an answer, not knowing what else she could talk about. Of course, he was right. Out of all places, she never thought she would see her ex standing next to her in her favorite coffee shop. 

“I live nearby,” she said shortly, continuing her words then for the sake of courtesy. “What about you?” 

Baekhyun's eyes rounded at her answer, then his lips stretched into a smile. “I just moved to this neighborhood, actually. Too many people have discovered where I lived so, yeah.” 

“I see. I hope you enjoy being around here.” 

He just laughs at that, nodding his head towards her. They stood in silence then, both of them aware of the awkward atmosphere around them. When it was their turn to order, Baekhyun took the liberty to tell the cashier her order, making her stunned. He doesn’t say much as they wait for their order, she doesn’t dare to say anything too. 

Only after they received their order did he break the silence, “I have to go,” was what he said as he took a glance on his silver wristwatch, then patting her head with his left hand. “I left you my number the other day, maybe you didn’t realize.. but, contact me, yeah? I would love to catch up.” 

She just nod awkwardly at him, seeing his lopsided smile before he turned around to walk outside the coffee shop. The supposedly cold drink in her hand feels too warm. After all the years they separated, he still remembered her favorite coffee order―and she’s sure her heart will soon fail her with how rapidly it is beating.

“One cafe latte with two espressos shot for the lady.”

― additional note: this chapter is so tiring to write and that is why i couldn’t even bother to continue writing more even though the gdoc has around 4k in it, so i decided to finish the chapter right here. do let me know what you thought of this one!! i appreciate it a lot <3

[blurrypetals]

Queen of Air and Darkness by Cassandra Clare - blurrypetals review

originally posted dec. 9, 2018 - ★★★★★

A-T. L-A-S-T.

I am so absolutely overwhelmed by everything that I've experienced in the last few days while listening to this. As Cassandra Clare's longest book to date, a whole dang fuckin' lot happens in this book. To sort my way through this review, the following paragraphs are gonna be chock full of a whole dang fuckin' lot of untagged spoilers, so continue at your own risk. I do think you're doing yourself a huge disservice if you do read this review before you've read the book, though. It's also incredibly likely I'll drop a spoiler or two on every Shadowhunters book so, if you're here and you have not, for some reason, read The Mortal Instruments, The Infernal Devices, the other two books in The Dark Artifices trilogy, and all of the short stories in The Bane Chronicles, Tales from the Shadowhunter Academy, and Ghosts of the Shadow Market, I implore you to amend that, to go and read those fourteen books and this fifteenth book before reading this review, just in case I ruin anything for you by accident. Okay, now that's out of the way, let's talk about sequels and how to finish a grand, epic fantasy story. It was difficult for me to not compare this book to three other books. The first two are, of course, Cassandra Clare's other finales, City of Heavenly Fire and Clockwork Princess. This handily bowls City of Heavenly Fire straight under the table because, even though City of Heavenly Fire is still a 5-star book, it's the weakest of The Mortal Instruments hexalogy and, other than perhaps The Bane Chronicles, it's also maybe the weakest in The Shadowhunter Chronicles in its current entirety. Clockwork Princess, by contrast, however, is, in my opinion, the best of the entire series. As a finale, Queen of Air and Darkness here sits comfortably as the second best Shadowhunters finale yet. So much happens in this book. It's split into three different parts which could have easily been split into three shorter books with near-perfect three act structures in place for each of them, making this book a nine act book with two "false" climaxes that would have made for quite the cliffhangers if they had been split up for any reason. The first act deals with the aftermath of Livia's death and, because it has a lot of rising action, it's actually a little frustrating in some ways, even if it was frustrating in an incredibly enjoyable way. One of my absolute favorite scenes in the whole book is Julian running to Magnus for help in the middle of the night because it so perfectly mirrors the scene in Clockwork Prince when another blue eyed boy named Will Herondale was at the end of his rope, desperate not to love a girl he was cursed not to be with. I loved the contrast between a Herondale's plea for salvation and a Blackthorn's last hope to avoid damnation, separated by a hundred years yet tied by the same plight and the same warlock's magic. Emotionless-Julian was a really compelling read, even if I was almost as angry and frustrated with him and Magnus as Emma was. I loved to hate how cold and calculating he became without his love and compassion around to guide his moral compass. I hated his betrayal of Emma so fucking much it hurt but I've always loved Julian's ruses, schemes, and plans, and his dealings with the Seelie Queen, the Black Volume, and a skilled calligrapher and wizard called OfficeMax. Damn. So fucking good. Also, speaking of Julian's plans and schemes, his war council and Livia's Watch is one of the most satisfying scenes in The Shadowhunter Chronicles as it currently exists; I'm so proud of my son. He is so great. Hot diggity. Speaking of reminders from past stories, we get the entire cast of The Mortal Instruments during a lot of this book. I was really excited anytime we ran into anyone from The Mortal Instruments, especially the part when Julian and Emma ended up being thrown in the same Unseelie prison as Jace and Clary were and that was Jace and Clary's first appearance in the whole novel. It could have easily gotten overwhelming; I was, in fact, rather worried that Jace and Clary would steal the spotlight for a good spell in the final act of the book, but they didn't, since Emma and Julian were, eh...too big to ignore, and the book even ends with the long-awaited Bane-Lightwood wedding of the centuries, but the story proper closes on Julian and Emma on the beach together. Even though The Wicked Powers is still yet to come, this book felt like a huge culmination of all fourteen of the prior books in a huge way. We had Jem and Tessa from The Infernal Devices, we had Jace, Clary, Simon, Isabelle, Alec, and Magnus from The Mortal Instruments, and we had Emma, the Blackthorns, and all their friends and allies from this series and it felt huge. I also felt the weight of what's to come in a super hardcore manner when it came to Kit and Ty, Dru and Jaime, and, of course, Ash. I genuinely feel as though I can't wait any longer to see how Kit and Ty's stories turn out. I'm especially pleased by the fact that Jem and Tessa decided to adopt Kit and that Kit will have the family he's longed for his whole life and, not only will he have two capable people parenting him through the rest of his adolescence, but he'll also have that younger sibling he's been longing for, someone he can teach and take care of in the way he wasn't when he was small. I really hope at least one of the two forthcoming Ghosts of the Shadow Market stories focuses on Kit and his new life and new home with Jem, Tessa, and hopefully their new precious tiny one. Thoughts of the future of The Shadowhunter Chronicles in Drusilla, Kit, Ty, and, specifically, Ash, bring me back around to the second section of the book, which is the most absolutely bananas thing Cassandra Clare has ever written but is also actually incredibly compelling. I fucking loved the alternate universe stuff, everything to do with the exciting return of not-Jace, the introduction of alterna-Livia, other-Cameron, and living-Raphael (especially the part where he begged Emma and Julian to tell Magnus and Alec to rename Rafael; I was in tears laughing about all of that biz), and the temporary absence of emotionless-Julian and how he and Emma ended up healing so much of their relationship there. I also am so totally down with not-Jace being the main villain of The Wicked Powers, or at least a main villain. I am really impressed with Cassie—which, when am I not, honestly?—in the way that second section of the book was written. It felt like a huge love letter to me as a longtime and dedicated fan of The Shadowhunter Chronicles in general because we got to see these, for lack of a better term, a fanfiction AU turned canon that doesn't read like a fanfiction in the least bit because it remains relevant, interesting, tense, and important the whole way through, even though it's literally a gigantic non-sequitur that some could argue is "pointless." I am not one who would argue that, though, because I loved it so damn much. It gave me what is probably my favorite Emma and Julian scene in all of The Dark Artifices, just after they return to the resistance stronghold. You know the scene. Okay, rapid fire because I could honestly go on forever about this book; I pinned 108 different clips throughout this book, which is the most pins or post-its I've ever put in one single book before. I adored the fact that Simon gave Julian his iron Lord Montgomery figurine before he and Emma left Idris. Michael Wayland's ghost showing up for Robert Lightwood's funeral fucked me up in a super hardcore way and the fact that Kit was the only one who could see him or even sense his presence really got to me and I really teared up because Bitter of Tongue from Tales from the Shadowhunter Academy absolutely wrecked me and this poked at that wound. Everything in regards to Mark, Cristina, and Kieran was incredibly sweet, sex positive, loving, trusting, and healthy and I just...gah they are perfect. A most excellent thruple, one for the ages. A great many of my pins have something to do with Kit growing into his inborn Herondale talent of being a master in snark (think candy gram and "Alas, poor Yorick,"). Everyone in the alternate realm being grossed out by endarkened-Emma's and endarkened-Julian's PDA was hilarious. Julian realizing art requires pain and morality about snapped my sad tiny bird heart clean in half. Feline death on a massive scale. Anytime Jace's more playful, youthful side showed because he's a happy boi now was delightful, especially the parts where he wanted to get to hold the mortal sword and when he declared, "We're the bait!" Magnus hallucinating was great, but my favorite hallucination was when he was flirting with a vase like it was Alec and then very seriously offering to buy it from the Institute. I also loved it when Magnus called Clary "biscuit". It made my heart all soft and nostalgic. Julian's smile at Emma when he got his emotions back tot me emotional, dammit! Caterina meeting Kit for the first time made my heart feel like it was too large for my body. Jace using finger guns, because finger guns are always hilarious. Dru realizing she was looking at the face of a parent when she looked at Julian. Kit responding to being called "Herondale," when Magnus said, "Stay away from my children, Herondale." Emma telling Diana that she showed her the kind of woman she wanted to be. Emma's terrible pun about Manuel being tied up. "Ragnor Lives." An old lady accidentally complimenting Julian on being tall. Emma and Julian deciding to go to the other at the exact same time. Alec would look better on the money. Mark trying (and failing) to make balloon animals and accidentally making them all snakes. That's not even a third of them all. Near the beginning of the review, I said I was having a difficult time avoiding comparing this book to three other books, two of which were past Shadowhunters books. The third book, however, is Kingdom of Ash by Sarah J. Maas, which is another very long final book in a series, one that somehow managed to get voted as the best YA fantasy of 2018 and, because of that slap in the face, I couldn't help but wonder how this book, technically the fifteenth in a series, managed to feel fresh, new, fun, and lovable from minute one to hour thirty of the audiobook even though this is the fifteenth time I've experienced a book in The Shadowhunter Chronicles for the first time and I've never come close to feeling the same sort of apathy or anger as I do for Sarah J. Maas and Throne of Glass. This is how you end a series. This is how you end one part of your series. This is how it's done. Take notes, everyone else. Get on Cassie's level.

[acc3ssdenied]

BLISS |01

SUMMARY: You are a YG trainee almost ready to debut. As a final test, you are invited to take part in the JYP vs YG trainee battle. Imagine your surprise when you see it’s one of your favourite groups taking part in it, 3RACHA. After seeing you perform, Chan offers to collaborate with you on a song and you find yourself becoming closer to the group but, one, in particular, stood out from the start.

PAIRING: hwang hyunjin x idol trainee! reader

GENRE: idol au, fluff, crack

WARNING: stray kids are a lOt, yedam 🥺🥺, reader has big dick energy, hyunjin is a sweetie,,, but seriously, strong language?? that’s it??

WORD COUNT: 4.75k

TAG LIST: @kimvantaee {please tell me if you would like to be untagged, I will continue to add you to all of my tag lists because of your message but I would be happy to untag you} @felixspotato

A/N: I have watched the battle episode of the survival show sO many times it’s insane and I couldn’t get this idea out of my head so,,, here it is!! I’m going to gush about yedam a lot because 💓💗💕💞 cutie!! fight me otherwise

CHAPTER ONE

There was a lot of pressure on you on that day. The main producer had selected you as the only female trainee to represent YG at the battle with JYP. He was sure you were ready to debut and decided that the best way to make sure was to put you in front of JYP and himself. Obviously, he partially wanted to show you off. You were nervous — mainly because the producer hadn’t told the other one that you would be doing a separate performance as well. All the boys were reassuring you, saying that it would be fine and you would be amazing. It was easy enough for Yedam to say, he knew JYP from when he was on Kpop Stars. YG had paired you both together from the start, claiming that his two ‘aces’ should get to know each other. No matter how ridiculous his claim was, Yedam and yourself were best friends anyway.

You were all lined up, waiting for the arrival of the JYP trainees. To stop yourself from fidgeting, your fingers were curled tightly around the sleeves of your grey zip-up hoodie. Letting out a sigh, you moved away from your spot next to Yedam and walked over to your small bag of things. You had a tendency to snack when you were nervous. Unfortunately, when you had opened up the bag, you were met with a resounding zero snacks. Your neck snapped up, eyes wide with accusation as you looked over your sheepish friends.

Standing from your crouched position, you glared at them with you hands on your hips, “Which one of you idiots ate my snacks?” They all bowed their head slightly, trying to avoid your eyes as they pierced into them. A stifled laugh came from the far left and you sighed, “Yedam,” your voice was low as you stepped towards him — he was still trying to hold in his laughter. “Idiot,” you exclaimed, hand coming up to hit him upside the head repeatedly, the other one holding him in place. “Don’t eat my food.”

The other trainees had been laughing at you loudly, Raesung almost crying as leaned on one of them for support. But, then they became quiet. Naturally, you continued to lecture him sharply even as Yedam nudged your side to try and catch your attention. The sound of someone clearing their throat was what finally caused you to whirl around, hand still gripping onto his sleeve tightly. You were considerably surprised to see nine boys around your age staring at you with wide eyes — as well as JYP, who was looking at you with a large amount of amusement in his eyes.

You didn’t think you had ever moved so quickly as when you managed to remove your hand from Yedam and lower yourself into a deep bow to greet the producer, the other YG trainees joining you. “Annyeonghaseyo.” JYP went along the line, shaking your hands as he went and still looked as though he was trying to stop himself from laughing at you. Just as your face was going to heat up with embarrassment, Yedam muttered something loudly.

“So much anger in one tiny body.” You whirled towards him, eyes wide with anger as you heard Seunghoon mutter something along the lines of ‘here we go again’ as the others laughed loudly at you.

Not hesitating to reach up and smack the back of his head again, you shouted, “Yah! Respect your elders!” This time, JYP couldn’t stop himself from laughing at you — most likely because you were about half a foot taller than Yedam and you were still fighting him.

Shaking his head slightly as he smiled, the producer said, “Annyeonghaseyo. We haven’t met each other yet.” You glanced at Yedam knowingly, poking his side lightly to get his attention. It was then that you finally got to look at the JYP trainees, you gasped slightly. Seunghoon had taken the words right of your mouth when he had muttered: ‘Wow they’re so handsome.’ He was right. But, you couldn’t focus on that because three of them immediately stuck out to you and you bounced slightly on the balls of your feet in excitement.

As they had finished introducing themselves at JYP’s instructions. They called themselves Stray Kids and you had to say that it was a catchy name. They automatically looked far more put together then you did — your minor tantrum hadn’t helped that. When they had finished, you couldn’t stop yourself from blurting out, “3RACHA!”

The other YG trainees turned to look at you in confusion like you were speaking in a different language whilst Stray Kids raised their eyebrows at you slightly. It was Chan that spoke, “You listen to us?” JYP was watching the altercation with interest.

You nodded eagerly, turning to Yedam with an expectant smile, “Remember that song I showed you: ‘jeogiyo noona heokshi namjachingu isseoyo’.” He blinked at you for second in thought before he laughed in realisation and nodded. Chan and Changbin had both burst into laughter at your impression of Jisung, who had groaned and covered his face with his hand in embarrassment. You offered him a sheepish smile, “Sorry, it’s the most memorable line.” He nodded understandingly, managing to muster up a smile to return.

As JYP began discussing the ages of the group, you couldn’t help but descend into worry. It would have been far easier if you had not made a strong first impression for your solo stage to be less important. But, of course, you had been completely obnoxious and hard to ignore. And, of course, some of the opposition were rappers you were fans of. It was typical.

Your attention was drawn back when JYP exclaimed, “You’re Yedam?” His shock was clear on his face as he looked at your best friend. “Are you disappointed I didn’t recognise you?” You snorted slightly when he said yes and the room erupted into laughter. “Take it easy today.” Puffing your cheeks out slightly to stop your self from cackling, you leant into Yedam as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. He never took it easy — especially not today.

The exchange was interrupted by YG entering the room with Byoungjae tucked under his arm. You were quick to roll your eyes in amusement, looking in Yedam’s direction, who was laughing loudly. He and JYP exchanged some lighthearted jabs before their entire attention rested on the trainees again. Your producer asked for the other trainees' names, mistaking ‘Stray’ for ‘Straight’ which made you snort loudly into Yedam’s shoulder.

“You know Bang Yedam, right?” The others all nodded, eyeing him slightly as he bowed slightly, a bashful smile on his face. “You know Raesung? The one who only practised in the mirror?” JYP let out a sound of realisation as his trainees stared at him in with shock written on their faces. “He’s producing music now as well,” YG started proudly before allowing his gaze to fall on you, he gave you a fond smile, “I’m assuming you’ve met Y/N,” he looked at you knowingly before turning to the other producer expectantly.

Your mouth fell open, unsure by what he meant and your fellow trainees laughed at your startled expression. JYP laughed loudly, shooting you a kind smile, “Oh yes, she made quite a strong impression.” Quickly, you made a betrayed and offended facial expression, doing your best to cross your arms over your chest in an offended manner beneath Yedam’s arm.

YG looked to the ceiling, sighing as though he had been told the worst news in the world, “She always does,” he gestured towards you and Yedam with a feigned solemn expression on his face, “I like to keep her with Yedam to see if he’ll rub off on her,” he lowered his voice dramatically, “It hasn’t happened yet.”

JYP hummed in agreement, exchanging a conspiring glance with the other producer as you opened your mouth, speechless. Noticing your scowl and affronted facial expression, YG laughed and reached over to pat your shoulder encouragingly, “I’m kidding. I like to keep my two aces together.” That sentence was what caused all of the JYP trainees to look at you differently, with more interest. You tried to slip further beneath Yedam without being noticed.

The other producer was now watching you with as much interest as he had looked at Yedam with. If not more, as he had never heard of you within the entertainment circuit. “We’ve never had a girl at one of the battles,” he said, looking over to YG, “I was wondering why that changed now.”

“Ah, yes,” he said, a smug smile lighting up his face as the conversation headed in the direction he wanted to, “Y/N is ready to debut but, I wanted to use this as a final test before. Which is why I was hoping you would allow for her to have a separate performance in the free battle.” You know it wasn’t a question, he phrased it as such in front of everyone so it couldn’t be refused. He hadn’t had you prepare for it to not happen.

Unsurprisingly, JYP nodded eagerly and the interest he held for you was far more pronounced, the expression mirrored on his trainees' faces. “Of course. If I may ask, where did you find her?” He directed the question to your producer, as though he sensed that you were nervous and uncomfortable — which wasn’t exactly comfortingly.

The smile on YG’s face only widened, everything laying out exactly as he had planned it to. “An underground rap and dance crew,” there was a hint of a smirk on his face, as though he knew what that would cause to resonate throughout the opposition, “She was only very low down because she was thirteen but, her talent was beyond the crew.” He only chose to mention it because he knew how seriously underground rappers were taken, they were notorious for their talent.

The trainees, especially 3RACHA, were completely taken aback. However, as much as they were shocked, the impressed looks on their face outshone them. JYP’s eyebrows were raised slightly as he nodded, “I see. How old are you now?” He looked you up and down as though he was trying to work out how old you were.

“I’m sixteen, almost seventeen.” Once again, they were shocked. As much as it was flattering, it bothered you. Why shouldn’t they expect that from someone like you?

Chan let out an impressed sound, “You’re the same age as our youngest.” He identified himself, nodding at you slightly and you returned it with a wide smile, bowing your head to him respectfully.

Soon, the producers had said their final words of encouragement — if YG’s could be considered that — and you were sat down onto the bench beside Yedam, examining Stray Kids. Seunghoon had been right in saying they were handsome, had you known 3RACHA would be there you would have expected it. One of them was unfairly beautiful, if you weren’t confident in yourself it would have made you question yourself. Just by your luck, he had been looking at you at the same time. Instead of looking away in the hopes he would think it a coincidence, you allowed a smirk to slowly spread across your lips as he looked at you and you wiggled your fingers slightly in a tiny wave. To your satisfaction, he quickly averted his eyes as a light flush appeared on his cheekbones and he turned to mutter to one of the boys on his left. You turned away with a satisfied smile on your face and Yedam pinched your waist, looking at you with a stern facial expression. Feigning an expression of innocence, you shrugged your shoulders and made a show of turning your attention to the producers.

“JYP will be presenting rap for the free battle.” Your gaze snapped to where Changbin and Jisung had raised their hands and were getting to their feet. The small part of you that was overwhelmed by your love for their music was confused as to why Chan wasn’t performing, however, the part of you with a sense of self-preservation was needling in on the fact that you were in danger. YG had every opportunity to hold you up against them now and as much as he adored you, if you weren’t better than them he would see it as a reason to continue your training. For the first time, the expression on your face was entirely serious.

As they started, you leant forwards with bated breath and your expression was completely blank. If you had thought they were good through recording, you had to say that they were amazing live. They were charismatic, Jisung would smile and tilt his head and Changbin, well, it would be easy to be intimidated by him. On the third verse when he got up in the YG trainees faces, he made sure his gaze met yours. For the only time in their performance, you let the stony facade break and the left side of your mouth tugged up into a small smirk.

YG was genuinely impressed by them, as you knew he would be. Their talent was undoubtedly amazing and their style was one that appealed to him. He was right in saying that the rhythm was good. The whole time, you were taking mental notes and tallying up things to remember. As they returned to their seats, he turned and gave you a meaningful look. You returned it with a slight nod, telling him that you were confident.

Then, it was Yedam’s turn. Instead of clapping for him like the others, you wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug. “You’re going to kill it,” you whispered into his ear before letting go and sitting back down. He nodded at you and took to the stage, hands covered by the sleeves of his black hoodie. You couldn’t help but think of how small he looked when he was nervous. If there were any lingering worries for his nerves, they dissolved as soon as the first line left his mouth. The awe on the other trainees' faces was endlessly pleasing to you and the proud smile on your face was wholehearted as you watched him.

It was obvious how more comfortable he became as it went on, taking more risks with his riffs and moving about more. He was amazing and you had expected nothing less. When he finished, you made the decision to get to your feet and cheer louder than anyone else, your grin almost splitting from how wide it was. Yedam and YG exchanges amused glances at your behaviour but, you paid no mind and sat back down with a grin still painted on your features.

JYP gave him singing praise and you were filled with happiness as you watched his nerves disappear. You felt like a proud older sister when he sat back down next to you, close to tears. He scoffed at your dramatics and hugged you tightly, ruffling your hair slightly.

It was your turn. The producer had claimed both you and Yedam were his aces so, now you had to live up to that — as well as compete with Changbin and Jisung’s strong performance. Clasping his hands together, YG looked to you, “Y/N, are you ready?” Once again, it was a rhetorical question.

Ignoring any nerves you may have felt, you felt the familiar thrill and confidence of performing fill you as you have him a sly smile, answering, “Always.” He returned your smile and gestured for you to take the stage. You jumped from the bench, striding to the front of the stage with a confident bounce into your step. “Annyeonghaseyo, I’m Y/N Y/LN. YG’s three-year trainee,” you bowed to both of the producers deeply.

“YG said you were a part of an underground dance and rap crew.” You nodded. “Will you be presenting rap or dance today?” JYP asked, glancing down to his notes between sentences. It was obvious that YG had instilled high expectations into him.

Giving YG a small smirk, you turned back to the other producer and bowed your head again, “I will be presenting rap today.” He nodded and you took that as your cue to start. You walked halfway back to your group, hands reaching up to tighten your ponytail as Jeon Woong tossed your red mic towards you. Catching it one-handed, you tossed it in the air to get your grip comfortable before you signalled to the sound engineer with your three fingers, telling him what track to use.

You were taking a risk doing BTS’s Cypher Pt. 2. It was fast and the flow changed multiple times so you couldn’t focus on your stage presence as much, it was left down to instincts. You had only performed it in front of YG and the other producers and they had seemed happy with it. This showcased your skills as much as one performance could. All you could do was hope it showed through as well your personality would.

You had altered the track to only use the end bit of J-Hope’s verse as you wanted to keep it short but also maintain the transition between him and RM. As the familiar beat came through the speakers, murmurs came from both sides and you noticed the proud smirk on YG’s face as you tossed your mic once more.

For the start, you stayed relaxed and just went with the flow. Your hand gestures not planned but what felt natural to you. It was when the beat disappeared and it turned more into a chant style that you really started. You dropped into a crouch, your face blank as you turned it towards the JYP trainees. As soon as the beat returned, you turned your head back to the producers to finish the verse. It faded away, only to be replaced by a much more powerful bass and you jumped up again, spinning around on your heels to stride past your team and sent a wink Yedam’s way. He only grinned at you in return.

RM’s verse was the hardest for you. It was different from your most usual style and required a lot of power behind it. But, it left a large impression and set you up for the finale. You stayed towards the back of the stage, allowing you to look over the JYP trainees who were watching you impassively, their knees moving to the beat. Making sure to maintain eye contact, you added some ad-libs and made your way over as though you would rap the verse to them.

As soon as the verse started, you had launched into the other direction and had your hand covering your face. After ‘chew and swallow, I’m bubblegum’, you started to move, your facial expressions changing dramatically depending on the beat and at the timing of your gestures. You turned to face the other team as soon as you had rapped ‘fuck it’ and you slowly stepped towards them, the smirk on your face borderline mocking. It was once the English rap had started that you finally got up in their faces, moving down the line and alternating between gesturing at them and at yourself. You rolled your eyes and gave them an open-mouthed smirk, your tongue pressed between your teeth before you finished off the verse crouched right in front of Chan.

The beat faded to the point you would have expected it to stop and you stayed crouched in front of them. As soon as you heard J-Hope’s voice through the speakers, you launched to your feet, not sparing a glance for the producers. You walked a wide circle, tugging the zip of your hoodie down before tossing it to the side so you were only left in a red crop top and black combat trousers.

Flipping your mic once, you jumped into the verse as you stood still in the centre, only moving your hands. You continued in the circle, moving in front of your own team who was smiling wildly until you stopped in front of the producers. Holding the mic at your side, you left out ‘I’m workaholic, shopaholic’ letting your team, who were rapping along to the bits they knew, fill in. You were quick to move over to Stray Kids, moving along the line bent at the knee slightly. At ‘I’m ballin’’ you brought your hand into yourself and smirked at them before continuing to move along, winking at them slyly at the end of the next line. You spun back round to the centre, your hand tugging at the collar of your shirt as your pitch changed occasionally.

Only when the speed picked up did you turn back to them, dropping into a crouch right in front Changbin and staring him dead in the eye. You fingers counted the beats and you finished it with a wink before bouncing away again. You stopped in front of the producers, your eyes dead on JYP’s as you said ‘music career’s’. Breathing heavily into the mic, you circled back into the centre and looked at the ceiling with it held to your open mouth. ‘Yah’. The track ended and you let your hand fall to your side as your other one reached up to wipe the sweat that had beaded across your forehead.

As the room erupted in applause, you bowed to the front before bowing to both teams with a small smile on your face. Yedam and the others cheered loudly for you and your grin widened, a slight redness tinging the colour of your cheeks. You weren’t afraid to say that the JYP trainees had amazed expressions on their faces, as though they hadn’t expected it. It was satisfying.

YG took it upon himself to speak first, a proud grin on his face as he looked over the expressions of JYP and his trainees. “That’s why she’s my other ace.” Your face darkened and you dropped into another deep bow, you let out harsh breaths as you wiped away more sweat slightly.

The other producer looked down at his notes again, shaking his head slightly before looking back to you, “You’re sixteen?” You nodded and he blew out a breath. “Wow.” You did your best to hide your smile. “To not only take on a rap with that many different flows and speeds but, to do it alone when meant for three? It’s impressive.” You bowed again, mumbling your thanks. “Your rap is stable and your rhythm seems to be second nature, it’s not something that can be taught,” he nodded his head, clapping his hands for you slowly, “Well done.” Failing to hide the ecstatic grin on your face, you bowed to both producers deeply before hurrying back over to your team, not hesitating to collapse on top of Yedam.

Your team leaned forward to give you bright smiles, “You were amazing,” Midam said and the others chorused in agreement, you nodded your head in gratitude but didn’t say anything as you were still out of breath.

Moving forward to grab your discarded hoodie from the floor, you brought it up to wipe the sweat that had formed around your eyes. From beside you, Yedam pretended to gag and you shot him a playful glare out of the corner of your eye. Fortunately for him, you were too overwhelmed by your performance to attack him. At the front of the room, YG rose from his chair, “Before the vocal round, we’ll have a break to get refreshments.” Immediately, you had shot to your feet and bowed deeply to the producer. He shook his head at you in amusement, “Since you’re so eager Y/N, you can show everyone where to find them.”

Yedam nodded, sighing under his breath and YG gestured for you to proceed. Chan, Jisung, the maknae and two of the others, whose names you weren’t sure about, got to their feet and you lead them out of the training room. Taking the right, you proceeded to give a dramatic tour of the corridor, “Now, this corridor is great but — you are about to see the most important room in the YGE building... the cafeteria.” At this, Yedam swung the door open and you pointed into the room to signal for them to enter. “You can get anything you’d like it’s all paid for.”

Almost instantaneously, your face had fallen from a happy grin to a pout which made the room erupt into laughter. You bowed to the producers and then to the JYP trainees, “Of course.” Blindly reaching to your left, you yank Yedam to his feet and he looks at you with wide eyes from your unexpected actions. “Yedami, you’ll help, won’t you?” The sharpness in your eyes immediately told him it wasn’t a choice — he owed you for the snacks he had eaten.

He nodded, sighing under his breath, as YG gestured for you to go ahead and show them the way. Chan, Jisung, the maknae and two other trainees, whose names you were unsure of, got to their feet and followed you out of the room and down the corridor. As you reached the double doors you stopped, feigning the voice of a tour guide about to make a dramatic reveal, and said, “Here, is the most important, vital and beautiful room in the whole YGE building... The cafeteria.” On cue, Yedam dramatically swung the door open and waved his hand, telling them to enter first. “Have anything you like, it’s paid for.”

Once your best friend had scuttled off to replace your stolen snacks, you perched on the edge of a table by the entrance and scrolled through the social media feeds on your phone. Eventually, someone came up to sit beside you and you looked up to see Chan. Immediately, you gave him a wide smile and you had to make the effort to subdue the fangirl in you which was going wild.

“You are insanely talented,” he said, his eyes turning into crescents from his smile. Quickly, you averted your eyes, repeating to yourself ‘do not blush’. You did not succeed. You mumbled a thank you softly, hand coming up to brush a piece of hair back that had loosened from your ponytail. Chan shook his head insistently, “No, I’m serious, that was amazing - I’ve never seen anything like it. All of my members were ready to worship you.”

A shaky laugh escaped your mouth and you scratched the back of your neck nervously, “Thank you. I’m - like - a big fan of 3RACHA so, it means a lot,” you avoided his gaze. As much as you were confident on stage, you had never really learned to take compliments well and tended to be unsure of your abilities.  But, to have a rapper which you admire tell you that you were ‘amazing’, it was a big confidence boost.

“About that,” he said, turning his body to face yours, “I was wondering if you wanted to collaborate on something.” Your neck turned so fast it was a miracle you didn’t get whiplash. “I mean, you’re a fan of us and we’re fans of you so...” His voice trailed off, he watched you expectantly.

Your mouth opened and closed in a manner that resembled a fish. Stumbling over your words in surprise, you managed to answer, “Um - yes, yes please - oh my God, yes.” Any attempt you planned to make to retain some dignity failed when the last part of your sentence ended in a small squeal. Gasping quietly, you covered your mouth as your cheeks darkened in mortification.

To his credit, Chan only chuckled at you, “Can I get your number, then?” You choked on air, staring at him with wide eyes as you coughed repeatedly. “So we can speak about the collaboration?” He laughed loudly, only showing his humour once he was sure that you were okay.

You blew out a deep breath, “Oh, yes, of course,” you said, recalling your phone number for him as he typed it into his phone. Your conversation was brought to a close by Jisung calling him over and you were left on your own at the table. On the outside, you may have seemed composed but internally, you were screaming with joy. You should have known that today would be special.

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A/N: so i started writing this mainly for fun because i couldn’t stop thinking about it, naturally, the idea came to me when i was unsuccessfully trying to sleep so I started making up stories to amuse myself. This chapter is weirdly long for an introductory chapter and I most likely wrote far too much about her performance but, I spent a while trying to get the feel for it so its staying that long :// I hope you enjoyed reading it :)

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A series of thoughts I came up with in chat yesterday in regards to the Haversack Vore idea that I want to save

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I went a little crazy in the chastity’s nook discord yesterday and wrote a fucking lot, so I figured I would just save it all here. It’s kinda a mess because it’s stream of consciousness (edited to remove comments from others) but I thought others might enjoy it.

the spell that causes this particular haversack situation is called dragon's belly because of a dragon’s tendency to swallow their hoard when moving it to a new location

the bag is tied to a ring, and the wearer of the ring is the one who has the items deposited in them.  This means Jester can give the ring to other people when she needs a break.

I put a page break because there’s just... so much vore shit (all of it is safe and soft but knowing how i can react to untagged vore, I figured I’d be safe to hide it.). Also my tag now for this AU is “The Mighty Nom”.

someone climbing in the bag looking for something real quick before jester notices, and jester doesn't know until someone else asks her "oh, have you seen beau?" and BOOM.  Beau Belly.  beau doesn't realize she's been found out until jester starts moving, which feels like the bag is being shook from the outside.   there has definitely been an occasion where someone has slept in the bag and wasn't discovered until jester looked for them in the morning.

Molly likes to tell Jester before he gets into the bag, so she can watch and can’t HELP but think about it.  he goes in feet first so he can watch her belly grow for as long as possible

caddy definitely is the type who ends up in the bag accidentally while he's looking for something, then gets stuck/decides he doesn’t want to come out.

to the person inside it does just feel like the inside of a bag, but when jester moves they feel it, and they know where they really are.  the inside of the bag is soft velvet, jester has for sure put her hand in to touch it

someone going in and then jester refusing to let them out, keeping the bag cinched tight so nothing falls out.  so she can lay on the ground and rub her huge belly and coo at her "prisoner".  they don't mind, they know she'll open the bag eventually, but it is a favorite way of hers to punish folks who climb into the bag without letting her know first

when yasha disappears for a long time, jester begs her to get into the bag so she can feel her close and with them. she wants to keep all of them tucked away and safe. just like jewels.  just rubbing her belly with one hand and knowing everyone is safe and together and inside her

the m9 show up at a hotel and they're like "how many beds?" and jester is like "just the one" because everyone is just gonna sleep inside her belly.  it saves so much on travel expenses.  sometimes the staff checks in on her to find her laying on the bed with a massive belly.... "no we checked there was definitely just the one in there.  i mean i know all seven went in but it was just the one.  She was real big tho" but everyone checks out in the morning so they're not really sure how that happens.

her being made to watch while they use the bag is so fucking good like "you know we're putting things in there, and it's all we want you think about" this could result in like erotic reading of shopping lists, like "here's everything we bought today, time to check if it's still there" with lots of belly touching and cooing and praise.  she's writhing as they list things off, feeling her belly fill up as they debate about how many apples they bought, whining as beau feels the swell of her stomach to check

there is potential for things changing while in the bag like.  nott's never-ending flask spills open inside her and her belly is suddenly tight with a neverending stream of alcohol. or a potion bottle breaks inside the bag, and she is filled with a warming spell, or they use a reduction spell to fit something in the bag and it expands once the spell has faded.  she's pretty sure the seams of the bag will burst before she does, and they've definitely tested her capacity with the create water spell

shoving an unwilling informant into the bag. they're totally safe but they have no idea where they are, and jester is filled with a thrashing confused person, trying to run to safety with her belly bobbing heavy with passenger. also good: the "go on without me" injured party member, but she puts them in the bag so she can carry them to safety, and of course she can't help but worry about them.  going unconscious in a fight, waking up in the velvet lined bag and feeling Jester's frantic running, a hand pressed against her belly as she tries to heal them

an almost total party knock out, waddling to safety with the rest of the m9 inside her collapsing once they're far enough from the fight and just running her hands over her huge belly hoping everyone is alright, getting excited when they feel some movement at last.  she doesn't let them out that night because she's just so relieved to feel them moving inside her. she pats her tummy and tells them to rest easy, and they know she'll take care of them

the mental image of the m9 dealing with some kind of monetary transaction, like in a heist movie or whatever where you show the briefcase full of money... but instead it's jester waddling up with her jingly belly of coins "you got the goods?" -gestures to jester, nice and plump and jingling with every step-

also: a M9 member hiding from responsibility in her belly, and she pretends like she doesn't know where they are but she so obviously does."Where's caleb.""i don't knooooooooow~""you do, he's right there, we can see him.""I have no idea what you're talking about" -attempts to waddle away-

Jester giving Fjord the ring when he is being overwhelmed by a hunger, and caleb talking him down as he climbs inside the bag until fjord can lay back with a full belly and fall back asleep and ukatoa's words don't seem to be as enticing when he's full.  also the image of fjord falling asleep with a caleb filled tummy and he just rubs it and focuses on how heavy his friend is, like a weighted blanket

mollymauk likes to be the group coinpurse, if only to be big and fat with coin.  he likes trying to lift his big belly and then letting it drop so he can hear all the coins.  he also likes it when fjord or caleb drops coins into the bag one at a time, so he can feel each one hit the pile in his belly but he's extremely obvious as a coin purse, flaunting and loud, so jester doesn't let him do it unless they're alone.

caduceus likes to wear it when he has to make rations so he can make them directly into the bag and feel his belly swell - he knows by weight how much he needs to make. caleb likes to crawl in there and read while caddy cooks

yasha encourages people to climb in while she wears it, so she can work out with a counterweight.  beau does too, but she’s found it hard to try to do pullups with a wiggly jester goofing around in her belly.

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Fabulous Olicity Fanfic Friday -  July 12th, 2019

Happy Friday! So this is my attempt to both thank awesome fanfic writers for their amazing work and offer my recommendations to anyone who is interested. Here are the fantastic fanfic stories I read this week! They are posted in the order I read them. This and all previous Fabulous Olicity Fanfic posts can be found on my blog. There are many great stories out there that I did not read - such as anything from S7, you should check those out too! 

No Good Deed Goes Unpunished multi-chapter WIP by @kuningatarmirka - Felicity wanted to do good. Her virus was only supposed to be used for noble causes. But things don't always go the way you want. University AU inspired by Wicked the Musical. https://archiveofourown.org/works/19452214/chapters/46299487

A Soul Lost at Sea multi-chapter WIP by @tinaday3w - MAGNIFICENT regency romance where Oliver is a pirate who had returned to his previous life. http://archiveofourown.org/works/8181362/chapters/22297091

Ride or Die multi-chapter Complete by @someonesaidcake - They say that life is a series of events that we can neither predict nor control.... And then there is him. He’s a bit of an enigma. ~*~*~*~ Young CEO Felicity Smoak is just trying to make her mark on the world, yes she's a little high strung and stressed, but it was what is was... until he came along. With eyes a girl could lose herself in and shoulder-tapping hair made for hanging on to Oliver Queen was reckless and carefree. Also, he rode a bike. He was everything she wasn't and he was a sucker for those sinful red lips and everything that came with them. https://archiveofourown.org/works/11800128/chapters/26616567

The Strong Do Not Always End Up On Top multi-chapter WIP  by @godswritingfool - Having passed as a Beta all her life, Felicity Smoak had desired normalcy with a little taste of thrill every once in a while. IT girl by day, hacker by night. Or maybe weekends. Was that too much to ask? Turns out the Bratva Captain, overbearing CEO of Queen Consolidated Oliver Queen, is her Alpha Matched Mate! If that wasn't bad enough, Felicity's revenge against the Triad left a power vacuum in the criminal underworld of Starling City. When the turf war ends, the dust settles, and the new mob takes control, sick and bizarre events and even more disturbing and crazy crimes escalate in Starling City. Can the Bratva and remaining criminal organizations get a handle on the newcomers who are spreading chaos in the streets? Underneath it all, while dodging the Triad, Stalkers, Jealousy, the new Mob, Possessiveness, and Outside Forces, can Reluctant Omega Felicity Smoak and Territorial Alpha Oliver Queen get over their issues and stubborn pride and finally accept their soul deep connection? http://archiveofourown.org/works/7701490/chapters/17547565

Time for a Story multi-chapter WIP by @smkkbert - This fic shows Olicity and their life as a (married) couple with family. Although Olicity (and their kids) are the protagonists, other characters of Arrow and Flash make appearances. YOU NEED THIS STORY IN YOUR LIFE. https://archiveofourown.org/works/3912157/chapters/8757172

The Way Back Home multi-chapter WIP by @it-was-a-red-heeler - When Moira Queen agreed to pay the ransom money to get her beautiful boy back she was told to keep silent and wait for instructions. She’s heard nothing for a week. Meanwhile, halfway across the country Felicity Smoak meets a homeless man with beautiful blue eyes. And no memories. https://archiveofourown.org/works/18647716/chapters/44221912

Helplessly Wrecked multi-chapter WIP by @cruzrogue - A very smart, passionate, woman. Worked to get her dual masters from MIT, it may have taken longer being a mother of triplets but at least she has her mother’s support. Oliver Queen still has a yacht incident and was marooned for shorter time frame on a real deserted island. He never flunked out of his Ivy League schooling and is a very sought-after bachelor. His relationships never last more than half a year and is known to throw himself into his work. His motto ‘work hard play harder’. https://archiveofourown.org/works/19194103/chapters/45628978

Providence multi-chapter WIP by @so-caffeinated - Will Queen has struggled in silence in the year since he was shot. But when a shadowy crime lord known as Domino targets the only woman Will’s ever truly loved, fate forces him to confront his demons in ways he never could have imagined… Whether he wants to or not. Amelia Prescott has fought to take control of her life since learning two years ago that her personal and professional worlds were manipulated by others. But nothing can prepare her for just how hard she'll have to fight to set her own course, especially when her heart belongs to a damaged man and a crime lord threatens her every professional move... And her life. Destiny brings them together, but as chaos reigns and personal demons haunt Will and Amelia both, it may also threaten to tear them apart. https://archiveofourown.org/works/17919056/chapters/42308753

little wonders (twists and turns of fate) multi-chapter WIP by @alexiablackbriar13 - Oliver and Felicity's drunken mistake of a hook-up in the bunker comes with unexpected consequences in the form of a... souvenir. Deciding to remain romantically uninvolved, the two of them will have to battle all the trials and tribulations of maintaining a platonic relationship while Felicity is pregnant and the two of them are living together, coping with all the emotional baggage that they both bring to the table - and dealing with the fact that they are still very much in love with each other, but scarred by the events that broke them apart in the first place. https://archiveofourown.org/works/19436164/chapters/46256896

Mother and Daughter multi-chapter WIP by @geneshaven - This story takes place about a month after the end of season four of Arrow. Part 1: https://geneshaven.tumblr.com/post/185514424509/mother-and-daughter Part 2: https://geneshaven.tumblr.com/post/185838451529/mother-and-daughter Part 3: https://geneshaven.tumblr.com/post/186160753704/mother-and-daughter

Mothers Know Best multi-chapter WIP by @smkkbert - Since they have been kids, they have been best friends. Since they have been friends, their mothers wanted them to be together. After coming back from the east coast, Felicity takes over a position at Queen Consolidated, the company her best friend will soon take over from his father. Their mothers still push for them to be together, and they seem closer to that goal than ever because wedding bells are ringing. The only problem is that they both plan to get married to someone else. https://archiveofourown.org/works/18921118/chapters/44918146

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Charlotte’s Choice

A Royal Romance AU Fanfic

20 An unexpected visitor

An old friend makes an appearance to lend a hand, and Drake and Charlotte have some time to themselves

Scenes of a sexual nature, not suitable for under 18s

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20 An Unexpected Visitor

Hana sat in her father’s private jet en route to Cordonia. She examined the encrypted email she had received from Applewood again. She smiled – it would be good to have something to work on again, something to get her teeth into. It had been a while since she had visited the country and wondered how Charlotte would receive her. She had spent a few happy summers at Applewood with the Royal Court, but once she set on her diplomatic career, she had had little time to visit her friends.

She shuffled through the dossiers Constantine had sent her – one for each of the suitors, and brief notes on each of the members of the Council. She thumbed though them, spending the flight committing them to memory, shuddering at the thought that they could have been intercepted but satisfied that the Royal Seal had indicated they had not been tampered with. Before she alighted, she put them through the shredder. Constantine was so old fashioned, using hard copies. She would have to teach him how to use digital means, though she feared it would be a step too far as he was pretty set in his ways.

She had been surprised and gratified when he contacted her for help. She looked forward to meeting her friends again, although it had been a couple of years since she had visited. So much had changed since then, and her parents had reluctantly accepted that she would never be married after she had been recruited into a very exclusive and secret section of the service. Constantine had called on her services recently to investigate the plane crash that had killed Regina. She was fast coming to the conclusion that it had not been an accident at all, that some dissident group was responsible for her death. She didn’t look forward to telling him and wasn’t sure if he would be sad or angry. It was fortunate that the protocol that prevented the two of them travelling in the same jet meant that Constantine was still alive.

The jet landed and she smiled as she trod on Cordonian soil – or tarmac – once more and breathed the cool autumn air. She had a journey of some two hours to get to Applewood – a limo waited for her and she lost no time in stepping in while her bags were loaded into the trunk.

Charlotte awoke the morning after Neville and Tariq had been eliminated from the list. Milo had been the one to come and assist her with the paperwork that night, and her suspicions had been correct. He was very knowledgeable about diplomatic protocol and Cordonian law but was almost clueless on finance. He was also crushingly boring, and she very nearly fell asleep whilst he droned on about some obscure law concerning the right to grow apples.

The plus side of her evening was that she had sneaked down to the library and into a secret passage that lead to a little niche that Drake had claimed as a den when he was a teenager, and ever since had kept it cozy and stocked with Whiskey and snacks. They had snatched half an hour together, snuggling up and just talking and drinking whiskey, with many tender kisses and hugs. It was almost like they were dating, their meeting chaste, their clothing remaining undisturbed. She had reluctantly returned to her room alone and slept soundly.

Charlotte, aged eight, was playing quietly when her mother came to fetch her.

‘Charlotte darling, come here, there’s somebody I want you to meet’ She got up and happily trotted over, placing her small hand in hers.

‘Who is it Mummy?’ She was taken into the drawing room that adjoined the nursery. A tall man was there, and he squatted down to her level, smiling. She wasn’t sure of the stranger and tried to hide behind her mother’s legs.

‘It’s alright darling, this is Jackson. He’s here to protect us, keep us safe.’ Charlotte looked up at her mother ‘He’s kind of like our very own policeman, like the guards you see every day. He’s going to be telling all the guards what to do, and he’ll be looking after me and you when we leave the Palace to go other places’ Charlotte felt a little better as the stranger held out his hand

‘Hello, you’re Princess Charlotte aren’t you?’ he said ‘It’s my job to make sure you and your Mummy are safe. If you’re ever scared, you look for me and I’ll help you’ Gravely, Charlotte reached out and took his hand. Now she knew his name and why he was here, she was happy. He looked nice and smelled like Daddy’s cigars.

‘Pleased to meet you, Jackson’ she said, just as Mummy had taught her to behave when meeting people for the first time. ‘Will you be staying in the Palace?’ He smiled back at her grownup question.

‘Yes I will, then I can be close to you and your Mummy. I have a little boy the same age as you, and a little girl, but she is very little and still a baby.’ Charlotte looked up at Mummy

‘Can I meet him?’ she asked ‘Perhaps he’d like to play with me when Olivia and Maxwell aren’t here’ Mummy smiled again

‘I expect so, I’ll ask your Daddy if it’s okay but I’m sure he’ll say yes.’            

 The boy kicked at the stones, looking sulky. His mother, holding his baby sister on her hip gently prompted him. His dark hair flopped over his forehead, stubbornly resisting his mother’s attempt at smartening him up.

‘Drake, this is Princess Charlotte. She’s the same age as you and she’s invited you to go and play with her. What do you say?’ He scowled and she nudged him.

‘Thankyou Charlotte’ he mumbled. He looked up at his mother ‘She’s a girl’ Bianca tried to keep a straight face

‘Yes Drake she is, but remember what I told you? Boys are not better than girls, they are just different, but there are plenty of ways they are the same too.’

‘I’ve got friends who are boys’ said Charlotte with a smile. ‘Do you like chocolate?’ Drake brightened up a little.

‘Yes, everyone likes chocolate’

‘Then that’s one way we’re the same’ she said ‘And I bet you like chocolate cake, and ice cream’ He nodded and Charlotte looked thoughtful ‘Do you like horses?’ His face broke into a smile

‘My grandpa has horses’ he said

‘We have stables, and I have a pony. She’s called Star. Would you like to see her? We’ve got lots of big horses too’ Drake nodded enthusiastically. Charlotte held out her hand to him and he took it, and they walked off to ask her mother if they could go to the stables together.

 The following morning dawned bright and sunny. It was to be a relatively quiet day, and the following day the whole court would be on the move to Valtoria, to Anton’s Duchy. The only remaining location would then be Ramsford, home of the Beaumonts, and after that the Coronation would be held back at the Palace. She sneaked a visit to the stables and a ride with Drake, though they only rode and talked, and returned to the Manor for Lunch. She was surprised to see a limo standing in the courtyard, and she entered swiftly, intending to find out who the visitor was. A familiar figure stood in the hall talking to Maxwell, and Charlotte squealed like a teenager when she saw who it was.

‘HANA’ she cried, and rushed toward her, pulling her into a warm embrace ‘Whatever are you doing here? I thought you were on a diplomatic mission’ She held her at arm’s length ‘It must be years – oh my god you look amazing’ and she squeezed her tight. She felt Hana shake as she laughed with happiness.

‘Your Father reminded me of your present situation, and I found I had a window in my appointments’ Charlotte drew back

‘Wait - Father sent for you?’ she queried. Hana took her arm and led her to the drawing room alone. She embraced her again.

‘Lottie, it’s so good, you can’t imagine. Your father tells me you need a little help with – intelligence’ Charlotte raised her eyebrows.

‘Intelligence? I don’t follow’ and Hana patted her arm, sitting and indicating Charlotte should too.

‘Constantine feels that you need someone to ah – liaise with the Council, find out a few things that you might have missed.’ Charlotte recalled her conversation the previous day and her eyes widened.

‘You mean – sort of like a sp..’ she put her hand over her mouth ‘Should I call you double o seven?’ Hana’s laugh was musical.

‘I’m not licensed to kill, but I am for want of a better title, a sort of special agent’ Charlotte’s jaw dropped open

‘you are never – Hana that’s incredible’ her friend looked down at the floor modestly

‘It’s not nearly as glamorous as it sounds, but I will be tagging along with the court, finding out things that would be useful to you, liaising with Bastien – would you like that?’ Charlotte smiled widely

‘Have one of my best friends work for me? That would be amazing. Livvy will be thrilled too’ Hana smiled again.

‘Are you sure about that? We didn’t really get on last time we met’

‘Believe me, when she finds out why you’re here, she’ll blow a gasket!’ Hana looked sad

‘I don’t know yet who we can trust or who we can let in on this. I’m sorry Lottie, truly I am, but for now I can only trust you, your father and Bastien. I’m going to be happy, fluffy Hana looking for a husband’

‘Then I have to warn you that the Toad is out of the running’ replied Charlotte ‘Please tell me you’re not going to throw yourself at him’ Hana made a face

‘Sadly, whatever needs doing, I will do it if it helps you’ Charlotte grimaced, then brightened up.

‘Oh Hana, you should have been here for the Lord of Misrule, Neville won’t forget it in a hurry’

‘Lord of what?’ She asked, ‘It looks like we have a lot to catch up on.’

 That evening it was Rashad’s turn to help Charlotte with the papers, and again she was exactly right – he was very knowledgeable on economics and finance, but how to actually run the country was a mystery to him and he had no idea that he was lacking in that area. Money was everything, diplomacy a closed door. He was good company and made her laugh, but she knew he and Milo would be the next suitors to be dropped, leaving Anton, Maxwell, Brad and Drake still in the running.

She was worried – how could she present Drake as the perfect Consort? She doubted he knew much of economics or diplomacy. Would the fact that he had her heart sway her Father? Could she pretend to be choosing one person while actually leaving her final decision to the last minute? Could she rule Cordonia with someone who perhaps wasn’t up to the job? Her stomach churned as she made her way to Drake’s cubby hole again. There would be no such luxury in Valtoria, so they would make the most of it while they could.

He was waiting, candles lit and glass of whiskey in hand. She put her doubts aside, swooped down to him and they kissed tenderly.

‘I’ve been looking forward to this all day’ he smiled ‘And it’s interesting Hana turned up. What do you think she wants?’ Charlotte considered telling Drake her true purpose but thought it was better not to for now.

‘Uh, she’s taking the opportunity of all these eligible bachelors’ she smiled ‘She was busy before, but now she has time’

‘Are you pleased to have her here?’

‘Oh yes, it’s great to see her again. Now let’s not waste any time, it might be a while before we’re alone together again.’ Drake pulled her closer, inhaling her scent, stroking her cheek. He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a silver chain. He handed it to Charlie, dropping it into her palm.

‘While I remember, I thought you’d like something to remember me when we’re not together’ he said. Charlotte looked at it – on the chain was a bullet cartridge, drilled through so it hung on the slender chain. She turned her head back to look at him over her shoulder, leaning into him.

‘It’s from my first shooting lesson with my Dad’ he said ‘He made me clear up the cartridges after, and I kept one as a memento’ Charlotte looked at him incredulously.

‘Drake – you can’t give me this – it’s yours’ She held it out to give it back to him, but he curled her fingers around it.

‘I have one or two other things. I think he’d like you to have it too’ Charlotte swallowed against the lump that had suddenly appeared in her throat.

‘He was a good man. Thankyou Drake’ She unfastened it and he took it to hang it around her neck ‘I can’t always wear it, but I’ll keep it close, promise’ she said, and held the cartridge in her palm, feeling it grow warm. She settled back into him with a sigh.

‘It’s like we started again, like we’re dating. What would we do on a third date?’ he asked.

‘I think some physical intimacy would be okay’ She felt him grin

‘Oh yes? How far should we go?’

‘I don’t think removing clothes just yet’ she replied ‘But maybe some release would be good considering we may not have the chance for a few days’

‘Whatever you say, Princess’ she felt his deep voice through her back pressed into his broad chest. She shifted luxuriously and his hand snaked around her waist, delving under her blouse. She gasped as he found bare skin – it had been a while since they had been so intimate, and it lit a fire in her belly. He pulled her hair away from the side of her face and bent his head to her ear to nibble at her earlobe, biting and pulling at it softly. His breath sent delicious tingles down her spine and she reached her hand up to cup his cheek. He let go of her ear and spoke softly, the words that always turned her bones to jelly, blood surging around her body.

‘You’re mine, my sweet Princess’ he murmured ‘No matter what comes, you’ll always be mine, and I am yours’ She felt tears prick her eyes at the uncertainty of their situation, but she forced herself to stay in the moment. She turned her whole body, his hand sliding around her waist to her back as she faced him and pressed her lips to his – little butterfly kisses that strayed over his face – his cheeks, his jaw, his nose, and he closed his eyes so she could kiss his eyelids. He sat with his back against the wall, padded by cushions that he had smuggled in there from the library. Cushions padded the whole of the little cubby hole that he had made his own, and blankets covered them. His legs were outstretched, and Charlotte swung her leg over his so that she straddled him. He bent his knees so she could rest back on them comfortably.

He started to unbutton her blouse, biting his bottom lip as he concentrated on the task, sliding his hands around her back to unfasten her bra, then stopped with a mischievous smile.

‘What do you think?’ He asked ‘Do I fumble the catch or should I be a pro? Is it okay to be going this far on a third date?’ Charlotte smiled

‘Oh, I’m so smitten with you that I’ll let you… and you’re so smooth it practically undoes itself’

‘Mmmm, I like this version of us’ he murmured, unfastening her bra smoothly, gently pushing it up out of the way. She sighed with contentment as he cupped her breasts, leaning forward to place his lips over the areola, and gasped as his tongue whirled over her hardening nipples. She felt his hands slide lower to push her skirt up around her hips. She put her hands on his, stopping him from going any further.

‘Woah tiger, not so fast’ she said firmly ‘Do you unwrap your Christmas presents this fast? Slow down and savour’ He groaned and relaxed his grip on her hips.

‘Whatever you say, my Princess’ he said softly, and she chuckled. He savoured the sight of her creamy skin, smooth and unmarked, saw the pulse at her neck in the dim flickering candlelight.

‘You’re mixing things up’ she said, ‘Are we ordinary us, or Princess and Duke?’

‘It doesn’t matter’ he replied, ‘We’re us. We’re Charlie and Drake, and we’re together’ he looked into her eyes searchingly ‘We belong together’ and he claimed her lips, open mouthed and hungry for her, and she returned it, her hand cupping his face. She slid down his thighs until her mound pressed against the bulge in his jeans, circling her hips and pressing against him. They broke the kiss and he grinned at her, her dark hair loose and falling over her shoulders.

‘Who’s in a hurry now Charlie?’

‘Less talk, more kissing’ she whispered. They went back to devouring each other, pushing clothes out of the way without removing anything – opening, unbuckling, unzipping, shifting to expose bare flesh, hands roaming, stroking, caressing, squeezing, nipping, nails gently scraping so there were no marks. Drake slid his fingers into her wet folds, curling his fingers and coaxing, pressing, swirling, pulsing, pressing, registering her every response; every moan, sigh, gasp as she turned, rocked, twisted, ground into him, trembled, shook and cried out softly. He brought her to orgasm and held her as the waves rolled and broke and subsided.

She panted and quietened, then went to satisfying his needs with her hand, with her mouth, lips, tongue. He groaned and writhed under her, rolling his hips, holding back for as long as he could, so their time together would not be over. He fought against the urge to thrust wildly, so his orgasm built until it crashed over him, grunting with the intensity, gasping out her name as she swallowed his seed.

‘Charlie – my Princess’ and finally they both lay spent, limbs tangled and clothes awry. They spent some time whispering sweet nothings, cleaning up, rearranging their clothing until their separation couldn’t be put off any longer. They rose, and Drake saw her back to the door into the library and with a lingering kiss, Charlie said her goodbyes.

[dabblinginmarvel]

When We First Met (Part 3)

Plot: Steve tries his luck over and over again to win the reader’s heart, despite living the same day over and over again.

Part 1          Part 2

A/N: Based on “When We First Met” on Netflix. Totally an AU, let’s not even pretend this goes all that well along with canon.

Warnings: None

Word Count Total: 1284

Long Imagine #23

Title: When We First Met

Part 3

So it was official. That photobooth granted wishes.

He had to be careful – he didn’t know how many it could grant for each person. He couldn’t keep expecting it to fix his mistakes.

He had to do this over again, just without revealing he knew things about the future.

Carefully, he opened his eyes and sat up, trying to look confused.

When Agent Righetti entered, he stood up slowly. He racked his brain for the most appropriate thing to say to her, but not to tip her off.

“Hello, Captain Rogers.”

“Where am I?”

“You’re in a recovery room in New York City.”

“What year is it?” he asked.

“I’m not sure what you mean, Captain Rogers.”

He cleared his throat. “Did they change hairstyle requirements?”

Her hand flew to her hair. “Recently.”

“I’d like to speak with the person in charge here.”

“I’m sure we can find someone. It will be a moment. Would you sit while he arrives?”

Steve sat slowly, making a bit of a show of his supposed suspicion. She left and he waited, taking in the detail they put into the room. Three minutes passed before Nick Fury entered.

“Ah, Captain Rogers. It’s nice to finally meet you.” Director Fury held out his hand. Steve did his best to look suspicious, then shake his hand.

“What is going on?”

“You’re in a recovery room, Cap.”

“Where am I, really?”

“You are really in a recovery room. It’s a bit hard to tell you this, but you’ve been asleep for almost seventy years.”

Steve’s brow furrowed and he laughed. “Did the Commandos put you up to this? They did a really good job.”

“I’m afraid not, Captain. Follow me.”

Steve trailed after Director Fury, out the door and down the makeshift hallway into a large, dark, empty room. He looked around at it and continued following.

Nick waited for him to arrive at heavy double doors before opening them. outside was the SHIELD hallway, nice and shiny. Steve pretended to take this in, too.

“What is this?”

“SHIELD. We work to protect the world from alien influences, Captain Rogers.”

“Influences like what?”

“Do you remember the tesseract?”

Steve nodded, his brow furrowing.

“That, our researchers have discovered, is alien technology.”

“Then it’s a good thing it’s at the bottom of the Atlantic.”

“Right.” But his answer wasn’t confirmative. It was more like he was hiding something. Something like Howard had fished it out decades ago.

A brunette agent, Maria Hill, came up to Director Fury and showed him a manila folder, giving him a definite look. It wasn’t reassuringly good. He thanked her, all of the sudden more somber.

“I’m going to take you to see one of my best agents, who can answer all of your questions.”

“Is something wrong?”

“As director, I oversee many projects and situations.” He elaborated no further and Steve accepted it.

“Sharon Carter will be happy to show you what you need to know.”

Steve cleared his throat. “Carter?”

They stopped and Nick apologized. “Peggy’s niece.”

“I see.”

“If it will be a problem -”

“No, I’m sure it will be fine.”

“Okay, then I will introduce you both.”

Steve followed Director Fury down a couple more hallways and to a room filled with agents keeping an eye on different crowd survey technology.

Sharon stood up from her desk as soon as the two men entered the room and made her way over to them.

“It’s nice to meet you, Captain Rogers.” She held out her hand. He shook it.

“And you, Agent Carter.”

She just smiled. “I’ll be with you in a moment. I have one thing finishing up on my computer.” She looked up, catching her words. “Oh, sorry, a computer is a device that allows for further exploration of the world.”

“Is that it?”

“What do you mean?”

He caught himself. “I mean, it’s got all these nice colors. If they fixated on that, surely you can do all sorts of things on it.”

Sharon grinned again. “I suppose, but we don’t do anything outside of work-related here.”

“I see.”

Nick nodded at Sharon and left, nodding at Steve who nodded back as well.

“Well Captain, there are a couple of procedures we need to perform before we get you introduced to the new world.”

“Procedures?”

“Health-related. Nothing big.”

“I see.”

She gathered two folders off her desk and led him out of the room full of staring people. “On the way, why don’t we discuss what you might like to pursue as a career now. Would you like to continue in the army, be a part of the alien taskforce, be an agent? Or something else?”

Steve thought about it for a moment. If he was an agent, he could work with her. He could be the “stud” she wanted. “What does it take to be an agent?”

She told him all about the position, took him to the internal physician, and then got him a place to stay for the night while they looked at places for him (that he chose based upon her recommendations and interests).

When he awoke the next morning, it was to an alarm. With his eyes closed, he reached toward the noise and grabbed it. He swiped the alarm on his phone off and breathed a sigh, heaving himself into a sitting position. The room was dark, so he couldn’t make much out. He startled when arms wrapped gently around his waist, a groggy voice coming with it.

“Mm, Steve, let’s stay in bed for a couple more minutes. I don’t feel like going for a jog yet. It’s not a work day, after all.” Sharon’s voice came to his ears in a melodious harmony. He grinned, sliding back into bed and wrapping his arms around her.

“Okay, doll.”

She hummed in response.

It took about five minutes for them to crawl out of the soft bed and he stretched his back, wondering why he had such a soft bed.

He stopped questioning it when he realized it had probably been a compromise with Sharon.

An alert beeped from his smartphone and he looked at it. it was a reminder that today was their engagement party day. He grinned. Engagement to Sharon. It was his dream come true. He pulled pants and a clean shirt on as Sharon left the bathroom.

After they were ready for morning exercise, he was relieved to see he hadn’t compromised on prime jogging location. Nor that Sam was not there. He did, however, compromise on jogging speed apparently.

“Steve, you’re speeding away from us again,” Sharon noted.

“Let him be. He usually laps me four times before I’ve finished one lap.”

Sharon laughed, but Steve drew back, running with them instead.

Everything was going so well until he opened the newspaper at the breakfast table.

‘Winter Soldier Trial Starts Today.’

Steve’s heart dropped. Because he was a SHIELD agent, he hadn’t been there for Bucky. He had no idea what had happened between the first day at SHIELD and the first moment here this morning.

Sharon wrapped her arm around Steve. “I’m sorry, Steve. There was nothing we could have done. He was outside of the law, after all.”

“But doesn’t brainwashing have any meaning?”

“It’s up to the judge and the jury to decide. Considering Stark’s parents were on that list of murders, I doubt he has a chance. It’s a bit hard to not sway a jury’s decision without doing anything when you’re rich, a people’s favorite, and a superhero.”

Steve put the paper down and hung his head. Was having the love of his life worth losing everything he knew and had fought for before?

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[tankun]

Sometimes I stumble upon bottom yoon/topkook fics that are not tagged! And that makes me curious to know how many i've missed since I always make sure to tag bottom yoongi before i search for fics. Could you recommend some untagged ones that i've might have missed :)?

Yeah.. I have the top yoongi/bottom kook tag blocked, so everything else I have to check… but 9 times out of 10 it’s still top yoongi ;~~; It’s never a pleasant surprise lmaoo

But I think I have some floating around that I can share!

this moment for life by misspamela  ║ Hookups to Friends with Benefits to Lovers ║ Blowjobs ║ Slight Muscle Kink ║ Sexting ║ Jealous Jungkook ║ Car Accidents ║ Slight Angst ║ Fluff║

I’ve Got You by PoeticJustice1392║ Finished Multichapter ║ ABO AU ║ Omega Yoongi ║ Alpha Jungkook ║ Rapper Yoongi ║ Heats ║ Ruts ║ Nesting ║ Knotting ║ Slight Inflation ║ Rimming ║ Barebacking ║ Riding ║ Multiple Orgasms ║ Mirror Sex ║ Mpreg ║ Parents ║ Slight Angst ║ Fluff ║

Rogue by wickedqriosity  ║  Unfinished Multichapter ║ABO AU ║ Cattle Ranch AU ║ Omega Yoongi ║ Alpha Jungkook ║Ethnocentrism ║ Slow Burn ║ Recreational Drug Use ║ Drinking ║ Identity Issues ║

feed with fervent teeth by honeydolli  ║ Supernatural AU ║ Werewolf Jungkook ║ Human Yoongi ║ Sex Slave Vibes ║ Dubious Consent ║ Bondage ║ Size Kink ║ Cum Kink ║Barebacking ║ Knotting ║

Crush by mygied  ║ College AU ║ Friends to Lovers ║ Slight Angst ║ Fluff ║ Masturbation ║Fingering ║ Blowjobs ║ Facials ║ Thigh Riding ║ Cum Eating ║

Help me up these steps to ruin by screaminthedark (brokenbeauty)  ║ Finished Multichapter║College AU ║ Teacher/Student Relationship ║ Angst ║ Alcohol ║ Drunk Sex ║ Cum Eating ║ Rough Sex ║ Blowjobs ║ Rimming ║ Barebacking ║Spanking ║ Mentions Self-Harm ║

Speechless, Over the Edge, I’m Just Breathless by nonikkou  ║ College AU ║ Slight Angst ║ Barebacking ║ Muscle Kink ║ Possessive Jungkook ║ Slightly Jealous Jungkook ║ Wall Sex ║

Here you go, Anon :} I tried to give you ones that didn’t allude at to who was what (like abo’s saying who was omega or alpha, or anything like that). Hope you enjoy these :}

Btw these are the only ones out of the first 100 fics that came up with the bottom yoongi tag removed. xD;

[7wanderingpaws]

Mess We Made - fourth/last (m)

(gif not mine)

Pairing: Baekhyun x reader

Genre: arranged marriage au (not bbh), doctor AU, angst, fluff

Words: 7.5K

WARNINGS: language, mentions of blood, mature content, cheating (not bbh)

Quick A/N: Hiii! Im gonna hide... Ive never written sth like this omg. (pls let me know your thoughts). This is the final part so I feel accomplished I wrote such long chapters in such a short time >< 

tags: @byunfirstlady @blackon @puppyeoliepop @in3vitably3v3​ @mangobaek @bobohumyonlyboo @wooya1224 @exortedgoods @gureuma (if you want to be tagged/untagged please reply to this post)

parts: first – second – third -- fourth (last)

masterlist

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Mess We Made, last part

“What the hell did you think you were doing in the hospital?” you attacked him as soon as you arrived home after two days.

Frankly Minheob didn’t come to visit you anymore although you overheard some nurses gossiping that he went several times to the doctor’s office and had a chat with doctor Kim. As much as you wished to know why he would go the great lengths to try to tie you down, you also couldn’t care less as long as he didn’t come and see you.

Minheob frowned at you as he watched you cradle Hayeon. “Do you think I don’t know?”

“Don’t know what?”

He stepped closer to you and you wanted to move backwards but the baby’s crib was behind you, successfully caging you in. He grinned nastily. “Well, you really are so clueless. As soon as I found out your lover is also in that hospital, I rushed in to get you. You doing miscarriage and daring to cheat on me at the same time?” He scoffed. “That is unheard of.”

Your heart rate sped up at his words. There was no way you cheated on him. Baekhyun did come several times to check up on you, sometimes you even swore he was there while you were sleeping and felt something soft brushing your cheek, but you never did anything more than what a doctor and a patient would do. Did Minheob know about Baekhyun? If he did then how did he find out?

Minheob laughed out loud at your shocked expression, and reached out to caress Hayeon’s hair but you moved her away from his touch. “She is my daughter too, you know.”

“How dare you accuse me of cheating on you,” you muttered sternly, trying to keep your voice down so as not to trigger the baby.

“Well, then let me put you into perspective because the past year you’ve been amazingly oblivious.” He made a dramatic pause and you almost lost all your wits. He took a deep breath and like a snake, licked his lips in mischief. “How many times have you moaned his name when you were coming, huh?” he whispered, carefully watching you from up close. “How many times have you thought it was him instead of me? You were so full of him while in bed with me... What made you ever think I wouldn’t find out that you still kept in touch with him?”

Blood drained from your face and you knew you were done for. And Baekhyun too. Your stupid mistake would bring him into this huge mess that you created again.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you dared to lie through gritted teeth and hugged your baby even tighter. “Nor do I care what your twisted mind came up with, Minheob.”

He laughed, stepping away from you. “So this is the way you want to act? I will gladly moan out his name for you, maybe then you would remember?” he asked with a low tone.

You started walking towards the kitchen, deciding to mix the baby formula so that Hayeon could eat. You were not breastfeeding her, you only did so for two weeks before you gave up. Your breasts took too long to bring out the milk and even if they did, it was bloody. Another reason to be miserable. You couldn’t even feed your child.

“Stop pretending you didn’t hear me,” snickered your husband and grabbed your wrist, yanking you back to him.

You gasped, holding Hayeon tighter. “I didn’t cheat on you!”

“I don’t give a fuck whether you did or not! You just stayed in hospital for two days for nothing because he wanted you there!”

When you opened your mouth to retort something, he muttered: “Baekhyun wanted to keep you there for himself, didn’t he? Good way to make use of you,” he snarled. “A woman that lost her child. He could still fuck you over-“

Your hand flew out before you could think twice, landing a stinking slap on Minheob’s face. “Get him out of your filthy mouth,” you muttered lowly, sending him death glares. Minheob was shocked just for a moment before he was about to rebuke, but you beat him to it: “Baekhyun has nothing to do with me. Stop blaming innocent people-“

“I cannot believe you had me fooled! I had his best friend stalked to make sure he wouldn’t make moves on you, the Park Chanyeol kid, and then it was the fucking doctor the whole time!” he shouted but you didn’t flinch, only proudly noted how his cheek was becoming redder with each passing second.

“I never fooled you,” you answered, “it’s you who does the dirty job. Leave Baekhyun alone.”

“I can see how angry you are becoming. Protecting your secret lover.”

“He is not my secret lover.”

“I can see the way you are looking at me right now. You hate even the idea of me saying his name, don’t you? You hate your entire family for making you marry me when you could have him-“

“Enough.”

“But you’re stuck with me and he will most probably find another woman-“

“I said enough!” you screamed loudly, successfully making Hayeon cry in your arms while your husband had a victorious smile on his face. He paused for a moment and pushed his hands into the pockets of his jeans. Turning away from you, he said: “Good luck taking care of that weeping machine. It’s annoying. I’ll be out.”

When you heard the door slam, you felt your cheeks burning up with anger while the tears you didn’t know you were keeping in, spilled. Quickly shushing Hayeon, you went over to grab the formula as you originally wanted to, while sniffing.

“C‘mon, Hayeon, don’t cry,” you tried gently but she was relentless.

You didn’t want her to be scarred by the toxic relationship you had with her father. Everyday you tried your best to be good for her and make her happy so that she would grow up well. But having Minheob breathing down your neck was making it hard.

It was almost one hour later, Hayeon still slowly sucking on the milk from her bottle while you had the big TV turned on with a comedy show when the doorbell rang.

Sighing tiredly, you walked over to the intercom to check the camera, and your heartbeat sped up when you noticed Baekhyun’s profile as he was waiting for you to let him in.

What the hell was he doing here? He shouldn’t be here!

Despite your racing thoughts, you let him in and walked over to the doors with Hayeon in your arms. She was tapping on your chest with her small hands as she was looking at you with huge eyes.

You were cooing to her softly, hoping it would ease your nerves. And it did. You didn’t hear Baekhyun approaching, only realizing his presence when he was two meters from you, casually leaning his shoulder against the wall, his arms pushed in his dark-blue jeans, and observing you with a warm, gentle smile. It made your heart skip a beat.

“Baekhyun,” you breathed and he lazily stretched his lips before walking over to you, standing a tad too close as he was looking down at your daughter.

“Being a mother really suits you,” he murmured softly, looking up to catch you staring.

Quickly recovering, you blurted: “You shouldn’t be here, Baek. I’m not sure when my husband will be back-“

“He won’t be coming for a while, don’t worry,” he replied calmly.

You frowned. “Did he go after you?” Just the idea made you dizzy with worry.

Baekhyun chuckled, taking in your expression. “No, but he is with doctor Kim.”

You frowned.

“Won’t you let me in?”

“Ah, right,” you stammered and moved aside, letting him in. You weren’t sure you wanted him to see the place you’d been living in with another man that wasn’t him. Baekhyun looked out of place as you followed him to the spacious living room. “Please, sit down. What can I get you?”

He did as you asked and looked at you with expectant eyes. He smiled sheepishly. “This is probably too much but… do you maybe have wine?”

“I do but… aren’t you driving?”

“My brother will come and pick me up. He is nearby doing some business.”

You nodded. “I’ll have a glass with you, too. Just let me put her-“

“I can hold her,” he offered smoothly which made you stop. “Only if you don’t mind. I’ve held quite a few babies,” he grinned proudly.

Smiling, you gladly handed him Hayeon and gave him her little bottle. You realized you were too close because when you glanced up, Baekhyun’s nose almost brushed yours. Pulling away, you turned to go when he asked: “Aren’t you breastfeeding? You shouldn’t drink.”

Preparing two wine glasses, you told him you weren’t. He was silent and when you came out with the glasses and two kinds of bottles he looked up at you holding the options up for him.

“Red,” he said with a smile.

You nodded and poured the both of you a glass and faced him. Humming, you noted: “Being with a baby suits you.”

He smiled knowingly. “Oh, yeah? Well… this one looks a lot like you, to be honest.” He gave a loving caress to Hayeon’s head and you felt your heart squeezing painfully.

“Luckily.” You cleared your throat. “What brings you here?”

Baekhyun cooed at Hayeon a little bit longer before he murmured, catching your eyes. “I was worried… he would do something to you.”

“But you never cared before.”

“That’s not true and you know it.”

You bit your lip. “Why is he with doctor Kim again?”

Baekhyun pressed his lips for a moment, thinking over your question. “He is…” he let out a perplexed laugh, as if unsure what to say, “I don’t know how to put it in words.”

Baekhyun earned your full attention now. “What do you mean?”

“He is in love with doctor Kim.”

Your mouth fell open, the news catching you off guard. “H-he what?”

“Shh,” he shushed gently like he always did with you, and nodded towards Hayeon who was drifting off to sleep in his arms. Your heart squeezed painfully once again, the sight was bittersweet. Your child in his arms. “I found out today too. He had been visiting her for a long time. Turns out they have known each other since high school.”

That sounded awfully familiar. “And now he is trying to get her?”

Baekhyun shrugged once and looked down at Hayeon, her eyes peacefully closed but still diligently sucking on the last droplets of milk. “Maybe?”

“And here I thought he went there to stalk me.”

He turned his head towards you. “Does it matter whether he actually wants doctor Kim?” he asked quietly, the unvoiced actual question palpable in his voice. Do you love your husband enough to be hurt that he wants another woman?

“I feel sorry for her,” was your blunt answer. “But if that means he will change I wish he would ditch me.” You looked Baekhyun in the eyes. “I’ve been wanting this whole nightmare to end for two years, Baekhyun. Two years of being completely helpless, not even able to see you properly. I want him to ditch me and I want to be with you.”

He was listening to you carefully, his eyes sometimes drifting to your lips and the way they shaped when you pronounced some words. “If I told you I have someone else…”

Within seconds your eyes burned up in despair. “No, you don’t.”

Without an answer, he was looking at you; observing the way your cheeks became red along with your nose while your eyes were full of unshed tears. You were so beautiful even after miscarriage. You were ethereal in his eyes even though he just made you cry. Now that Baekhyun thought about it, he didn't remember the last time he saw a genuine smile on your face; it was always either a tired, insincere smile or crying. If he only saw you like that, how many times must have you cried when he wasn't there?

“Please don’t tell me you have someone else,” you whispered when he wouldn't answer.

“It's only natural I would find someone else,” he reasoned matter-of-factly but in a gentle tone so as not to upset you.

“And you came here to tell me this?”

Baekhyun was helpless. He knew your jealousy could be blinding, but he thought with time it would simmer down. “I didn't come here to talk about my private life-”

You snorted sarcastically. “Right. Your private life is how we call it now?” You reached out for sleeping Hayeon and took her into your arms. Without a word you walked to the bedroom. In case you would become even more emotional, you didn't want her to wake. You heard Baekhyun shuffling after you, a conflicting gaze following your every more.

He waited by the door, silently watching you putting Hayeon into her crib. With teary eyes, you observed your daughter a little longer, thinking how wrong everything was at that moment before facing your guest.

Baekhyun didn't move when you closed the door behind you, instead he took hold of your wrist to make you look at him. “I'm sorry. It all came out so wrong.”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” you said evenly. “It's your private life and it's none of my business. Which means you may go. Now that you made sure I wasn't dying on the bedroom floor - because you really care about my well-being - it's time to leave.”

Baekyhun was slowly losing his patience. “Stop acting so freaking stubborn.”

More tears welled up in your eyes. “You are right. So leave. I want to be alone.”

He sighed when you tried to push his hand away. “Sweethea-” he stopped himself, biting quickly into his lower lip. Your heartbeat sped up but then he murmured your name softly and you deflated again. “I didn't mean I'm in a relationship.”

“Then what did you mean?” you pressed.

“I was with other women while I wasn't with you. That's all,” he replied truthfully. “I haven't been in a relationship ever since you left me.”

“But you slept with other women,” you finished.

He nodded, staring into your eyes with pure honesty. He had his heart on his sleeve for you, and you still couldn't help the boiling feelings of betrayal. Maybe it was because you were still recovering from the happenings of the past three days or maybe it was just the way you would always feel when Baekhyun was with another woman, be it romantically or purely physically.

“I still don't get why you are telling me this. I still don't understand why you had to come here now, out of all the times.”

“I want you back,” he whispered. “Even though it is impossible, I want you back. With everything you are.” Your breath hitched in your throat and your heart restarted its wild beating. “It's so fucking difficult to keep my hands off of you, to not touch you, to not be there for you when I know you don't have anyone else to turn to and share your burdens with. I know your asshole of a husband mistreats you with your entire family helping him out. I'm tired of it and if it means going against all the rules, then so be it.”

Hope was making your eyes come alive, he could see it. Even though they were teary, hope sparked through and Baekhyun felt relieved.

“Are you doing this now because you know Minheob has feelings for another woman?”

He was shocked. “W-what? No, it isn't about it-”

“Yes, you are,” you said, not even listening to him, “you wouldn't have come here if my husband wouldn't be seeing doctor Kim right now. Otherwise-”

“No, wait, listen to me-”

“You wouldn't fight for me if it weren't for-”

He murmured your name in warning. “Listen-”

“I can't believe you-”

“For Christ's sake just listen-”

“Make me.”

Baekhyun was furious. Both of you were staring down each other, both of you hurt and desperate. “Make me listen, Baekhyun,” you said again with a steely voice and he grabbed your face and crashed his lips on yours. You let out a moan, his lips so soft against yours despite the kiss being anything but soft. He cradled your face and you didn't waste time in bringing your arms around his neck, bringing him closer. You heard Baekhyun inhale sharply as he sucked on your lower lip before licking it, asking for entrance. He growled when you complied but would fight him for dominance. It was a game of push and pull and he pressed you against the wall next to the bedroom door; the room which you shared with someone that wasn't Baekhyun.

It was thrilling, exciting and you wanted more. Baekhyun tasted much sweeter than you could remember and there wasn't a chance that you'd get enough. When it came to him, it was never enough for you. Thirstily, you pressed your middle to his, causing him to grunt while he sucked on your tongue, his hands on your neck to angle your face for him. You could feel your lips were already swollen but you didn't care. Your hands were buried in his hair, messing it up, pulling on it as you wanted more. More, more, more. You wanted him to devour you, to take you and to never return you.

But it was still Baekhyun. This was unfair to him. And so he was the first one to disattach, pulling away from you slightly to press his forehead against yours while the both of you were panting. You looked at his lips, the way the skin around them was turning a gentle pink, his lips particularly red. God, you loved those lips and how cutely they were shaped.

He caressed your jaw with his thumb, bringing your attention up to his droopy eyes. “I love you,” he confessed.

Your throat went dry for a second. It was like reliving all your happy memories with him all over again. “I love you, too, Baekhyun,” you replied, making sure you were staring into his eyes.

A soft smile spread on his face and he leaned in to kiss you again but stopped just before his lower lip could touch your upper one. “We shouldn't do this, though. You are married, have a baby and it's not right.”

“You already kissed me,” you urged him, not sparing even a heartbeat to think about his words, “it won't make a difference if you do it one more time.” You raised yourself on your tiptoes and kissed him before he could retaliate. He moaned so subtly it almost made your knees buckle. His hands travelled souther, caressing your shoulders before they went to your back where he drew sensual circles, making you feel all sorts of inappropriate things. You dared to bring your hands to the hem of his shirt that was tucked into his jeans and pull it out, wanting to feel his skin under. He let out another moan when he felt your fingertips trailing the outline of his abs- wait, abs?

You pulled away. “Since when are you so ripped?” you breathed which made him chuckle. You lifted his shirt slightly to see that he had a freaking six-pack. Your mouth went agape, but you still felt Baekhyun's hand on the sliver of skin that showed between your jeans and shirt. He didn't dare to go further than that, though.

“Where else can I use my frustrations if not in the gym, hm,” he murmured in a low voice that made your insides squeeze with want.

You rested your head against the wall, looking at him with content. “I caused it all. I'm sorry.”

He sighed and stepped closer, one leg between yours as he cradled your cheek. “I knew from the start it would go like this, you know. Don't apologize.”

“I'm still sorry 'cause I never should have made you go through the things that me and my terrible family did.” You paused for a moment. “Let's start over, together,” you suggested eagerly. “Let's run away.”

Baekhyun took a deep breath. “You know that isn't possible, love.”

“It is,” you insisted, “of course it is. Let's just disappear and not let anyone know.”

“I have to make a living. And I love my job. You need to take care of your daughter as well.”

“So is that a no? Even if I get a divorce and a chance to start over… is that a no?” you asked quietly.

“Look, doctor Kim knows about us. She knows about our relationship because I couldn't focus whenever I knew you were in the clinic. My behavior gave me away and she is a great senior that understood me well. She was the one to tell me to come here and she called your husband over. I'm sure she is lecturing him.”

“What?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, running his thumb over the naked skin of your hip. “I'm sure with time, we can slowly start over again, hm?” he prompted gently, tapping your skin a few times. “Time is all we need.”

“I have to wait more to have you?” You were being greedy. You knew you were. But you couldn't help yourself.

“We waited a long time for each other,” he breathed, “we can wait a little longer. Doctor Kim will help us.”

“Then kiss me one last time. To seal it,” you demanded. “As a promise that you will come back to me, Baekhyun.”

And Baekhyun did.

///

It had been weeks now that you found out about Minheob having feelings for the kind doctor Kim. You weren't sure if it was because you were aware of it, but Minheob seemed to become less interested in you overall. He didn't call you when you were busy with the shop, he didn't care if you came home a little later, and not once mentioned Baekhyun to you anymore. It was almost as if that argument never happened.

Even though that seemed to get better, you were still sour because Baekhyun kept the contact between you two quite limited even though he said he wanted you. Sometimes you would exchange texts, because you couldn't keep still; your need to know what he was doing, how he was doing and where he was, was stronger.

It could have been frustrating and maybe now you got a taste of how he must have been feeling the entire time after your break-up. You expecting him to be alone and wait for something to happen was so greedy it made you feel embarrassed. Of course he would have found a woman for pleasure.

You weren't disappointed; hurt maybe because you despised any idea of him being with another woman. After all, you wanted to be the only one to know how he was like in bed, how he would treat a woman after the love-making was done.

You groaned gently, the intruding thoughts not doing you any good. Plus, you were on your period. Maybe you shouldn't have thought about it too much. He confirmed he still loved you and that was all that mattered.

It was almost four months later, your relationship and communication with Minheob almost non-existent and Hayeon a curious toddler, when Minheob said a sentence you never thought you would hear:

“I want a divorce.”

You swiveled around from where you were sitting on the carpeted floor, watching over Hayeon while your tablet was sitting in your lap, going through the new lingerie sets that were supposed to arrive anytime soon. With it, finally, the “unlock, bbh” one as well.

“What?”

“You heard me,” he sighed, sitting on the sofa, emotionlessly looking at an ever-bright Hayeon. “I want to divorce you.”

You were silent, carefully thinking over what to reply next. Maybe you didn't seem as shocked to him as he would have expected you to, but he didn't care at that point.

“I am with another woman. And I want to become a better person for her.”

“I see…”

He rolled his eyes. “At least pretend like you're shocked.” “I am, Minheob. You never told me you are seeing someone else.”

“Just like you never told me you are cheating on me with that doctor of yours.”

“I never-” you started, offended, but all too quickly you remembered kissing Baekhyun in that very house. Minheob couldn't have known about that, though. “I didn't cheat on you. Not like that.”

He let out a dishonest laugh and looked away. “Either way, it doesn't matter anymore. I want it to be as soon as possible.”

“What about Hayeon? She is your daughter.” Minheob didn't care about Hayeon, you knew it. He barely ever tried to initiate anything with her, let alone ask if the baby was doing well.

“Yeah,” he rolled his eyes, “you couldn't even give me a boy. It had to be a daughter.”

You puckered your lips, trying hard not to pick a fight. “I'm sick and tired of you being a misogynistic prick,” you told him in a calm voice. “She is a healthy child and you should be fucking thankful.” You turned to look at Hayeon who was playing with huge baby-safe lego pieces. “I will raise her to become much more badass than any man ever will.”

“Sure, you will.” He was silent for a while. “I will try better. I will take care of my part on her behalf, of course. And the matter with your family - they are all to stay just as usual.”

Not turning to look at him, you hummed. “Good way to become a better person, Minheob.”

“I'll deal with all the paperwork. Let's get everything settled by next week. Since we both agree on divorce.”

Sudden eagerness ignited your hope to be with Baekhyun much earlier than you anticipated. Just the idea of it made you feel elevated.

“And about this house…”

You turned your head to look at your soon-to-be ex-husband. “I will leave with Hayeon, don't worry.”

“Good.”

“Good.”

///

You headed to Baekhyun's that evening. Packing up the baby bag for Hayeon, you put her in the baby carrier basket once you arrived. You knew his new address but not once you visited. Having Minheob as a husband had its perks after all; you could easily look into the employees' personal records.

Baekhyun lived in an upscale apartment building, typical for families that had money. It made you realize just how much he developed professionally.

Shushing Hayeon, you waited for Baekhyun to open the door and when he did, he still looked surprised, even after letting you in through the intercom. “Hi,” you smiled, “I came to talk.”

Baekhyun took you in, noting the sleeping toddler. “Sure, come in,” he said quietly, not wanting to disturb the sleeping child.

“Sorry for coming unannounced,” you muttered sheepishly, admiring the way he looked in simple grey joggers and a white shirt. 

Baekhyun stopped you from going further into his apartment. “Are you okay? Did something happen?”

“No,” you smiled softly, “I have some good news.”

Sitting close to each other, you talked for about two hours; about your future. About the current situation and about the way it all evolved. Baekhyun was surprised but you were relieved when you saw his eyes light up with the same hope that it did with yours. For amoment you were worried he wouldn't reciprocate the excitement but when he almost ducked to kiss you, you knew he still felt the same.

Your faces were so close, you could feel his breath on your cheek. “I was thinking about looking for an apartment…” you trailed off. “Maybe somewhere close to yours?”

“Silly,” sighed Baekhyun affectionately, “you'll come straight to my place.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you eyed his lips. “Are you sure? I will have Hayeon with me,” you admitted, not wanting to sound as sad as you actually felt. It made you sound like a bad mother and maybe just a little bit, you were. Hayeon was such a delight of a child, but she was Minheob's. Baekhyun didn't have anything to do with her and even though you loved her, it also made you mad that you didn't have a child with Baekhyun.

“You know I never had anything against Hayeon. She is innocent and too young. She is barely one, sweetheart. She is your child, how can I not love her?”

Baekhyun's words made your eyes snap up to meet his tender ones.

Slowly he lifted his hand, cradling your cheek. “She looks a lot like you, you know?”

You closed your eyes. “You already told me.”

“And I'm saying it again. She is gorgeous. I bet she will grow up into a beautiful lady just like her mother.”

You smiled, shaking your head gently as to not let his hand fall. “Will you help me raise her into a good and loving child?”

“Of course,” he breathed, his thumb wandering to your lower lip. “We will raise her together.”

Your smile grew wider, now opening your eyes. “I love you so much, Baekhyun. You really have no idea how perfect you are, do you?”

He smiled and leaned in, nudging your nose with his. “I would do anything just to see you smile like that again. I want to keep that smile on your face forever, baby.”

Electricity cursed through your veins. You leaned in, wanting to finally overcome the teasing distance between your lips but Baekhyun stopped you. “Hayeon is sleeping here.”

“She will sleep for a while now. She always sleeps the best after a car ride,” you muttered, still eyeing Baekhyun's lips.

He hummed, acknowledging your words. Then he grabbed your hand gently, intertwining your hands and made you stand up. Eagerly, you followed him to his bedroom and once he closed the door, you stared at each other for a moment before the both of you leaned in at the same time. Kissing each other passionately, he walked you towards his bed and sat down, making you straddle him.

You whimpered at the feel of his wandering hands. “You don't mind kissing me now?” you asked, wanting to be sure you weren't doing something that made him feel uncomfortable.

Baekhyun was looking up at you with huge eyes full of lust and love. The raw crave in his eyes was undeniable and it turned you on. “No. I should have just stolen you a long time ago.”

You giggled but he silenced you with another mind-blowing kiss. Letting him touch you everywhere, you found yourself needing air quickly and Baekhyun moved to your cheek, jaw and neck, sucking gently on the sensitive skin. Your hands were messing up his before they found the way to his shirt, once again wanting to feel up his abs that contracted under your touch.

“I missed you so much,” groaned Baekhyun when he squeezed your backside as he licked your collarbones before biting. You hissed, but he didn’t stop.

“I missed you much more,” you breathed, closing your eyes in pleasure. “You have no idea how much.”

He hummed and grabbed the v-line of your shirt, yanking it down to show your bra. Hungrily, he attached his lips to the swell of your breast and you moaned loudly, burying your hand in his hair. “I missed these, too,” he muttered, making you chuckle.

When his other hand wandered south to your jeans, you grabbed his hand in alarm.

“B-Baekhyun, I’m on my period,” you breathed shakily, your arousal growing with each touch of his. Because of your stupid monthly issue you wouldn’t be able to enjoy Baekhyun but to your utter shock, he muttered:

“I don’t care.” With that, he hoisted you up in his arms, making you let out a silent squeal as he smiled and brought you to his private bathroom. “Unless you mind,” he added warily.

“No,” you shook your head quickly. “I crave you too much to care.”

The doors closed shut and you were pushed against them, his middle pressed to yours causing you to let out a wanton moan. He wasn’t even inside you but you felt like a bone shattering orgasm was on its way already.

“Fuck, I missed you so much,” he whispered urgently as he sucked on your neck, his other hand supporting you on your backside, and the other wandering inside your shirt.

Your hand was in his hair, grabbing on it, pushing his head into your chest needily. “Jesus, Baek, I need you. No teasing, god.”

This would be a first time for the both of you to be intimate while you were bleeding. As much as it was a little off-putting, neither of you built up the boundaries that seemed to be nonexistent in your relationship.

He grunted as he brought you to the shower stall and gently put you down on your wobbly legs. You were already taking off your shirt and jeans and he was mimicking you, desperate to finally feel each other’s skin. When the both of you were naked, Baekhyun stepped closer to you and reached behind you to turn on the shower.

The first wave had cold water which made you squeal and jump, attacking and hugging Baekhyun to yourself who caught you with a handsome laugh.

“I’ll make you all hot and bothered very soon, princess,” he murmured in your ear, his nose pressed to your hair as you felt his hand caress you over your stomach before he let it slide to your womanhood.

“Baek-“ you started quickly, sudden anxiety eating you away because you were bleeding.

“Shh, no words,” he said and brought his face back to yours, diving in to bite your lower lip. “Just our bodies talking.”

“But-“

“I said,” he pressed and just then he spread your womanhood, his middle finger teasing your lips and the sensitive bud before he quickly let it dive into your hole. Your knees buckled at the sensation and Baekhyun was fast to press you against the wall, letting the water wash away your blood and arousal from his hand.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he grumbled and pushed two fingers inside of you, humming when he watched you open your mouth in an airy moan, your eyes closed in pure ecstasy.

You were panting heavily and when you opened your eyes to look at your lover, you felt like your chest would combust with repressed emotions. You grabbed the back of his head and smashed your lips together, bringing out another pleasurable moan from Baekhyun. The vibration of his chest rang against yours, connecting two wildly beating hearts.

He scissored his fingers inside you, pumped you slowly, in and out, making sure you were well stretched out.

A whimper was what made Baekhyun pull away from the heated kiss. “Do you think you’re ready for me?” he asked in a low voice, his eyes full of affection, desire and lust.

You nodded eagerly. “Yes, yes, just get on with it.”

You reached for his member that had stood up proud in the meantime, keeping close eye contact with his owner. “Since we are doing it while I’m on my period, I can feel all of you,” you breathed as you stood on your tiptoes to kiss him again while you wrapped your hand around his shaft, spreading the pre-cum over the tip with your thumb, closely checking your partner for any reaction. “You can come inside of me.”

Baekhyun hissed and followed with a deep groan as his arm slid around your waist bringing you to him so he could rest his head in your neck. He left open-mouthed kisses lazily on your skin and he squeezed your body when you played with his balls. “Fuck!”

Without warning, he pushed your hand away. “Do you trust me?” he asked, his hands already trailing down your sides, his member pressed to your stomach.

“Always.”

“Then jump for me,” he whispered passionately and was fast to catch you, your legs around his waist and your center just on his manhood. “I will fuck your brains out.” He informed you and you could only plead for him to finally move on. And he did. With just his tip at your center had the both of you close your eyes and moan into each other’s mouths before he slowly pushed in.

“Ahh, yes,” you let out and wiggled in his grasp. Baekhyun hissed sharply biting your earlobe when he managed to slide almost all of him in. “Shit your slick.”

Both of you looked down to where you were connected to see the water wash away a chunk of blood. “Ready?” he asked gently. “Tell me immediately if somethings off.”

You smiled at him deliriously and nodded in confirmation.

Baekhyun started with a slow pace, his thrusts careful, making you feel every single inch of his member, every vein and plain. Being on your period made your womanhood extremely sensitive and aware of every single movement inside you which was the reason your forehead fell into his shoulder, a moan after moan leaving your mouth.

He took your passionate reaction as a yes to speed up, and he set a faster, stronger pace, sliding swiftly in and out of you, each fraction sending pleasurable waves through Baekhyun’s body.

“Fuck yes,” he groaned when he slammed harshly into you, aiming for your gspot, sliding you up the wet wall while you arched your back.

“Yes, Baekhyun, right there!” you screamed, the slight cramps in your lower abdomen wonderfully changing into a wave of ecstasy bringing you closer to the edge. 

“I know my woman well,” he hissed, watching your erotic face expressions with hooded eyes as he gave you another powerful thrust. “Only I know all your secret spots.”

“Yes, yes,” you gasped and leaned in, pushing your tongue into his mouth, your teeth clinking in the process as his length kept filling you up, stretching you so well he was touching your cervix. You felt another chunk of blood releasing and Baekhyun panted, your walls starting to pulse around him, telling him you were close. He quickly fumbled with his hand and brought it to your lower lips, massaging sensually with long fingers while he pounded into you, chasing now his own release as well. The buildup was almost unbearable. Just the idea of him taking you would send him to another world and the fact that he truly had you in his arms, you wrapped around him inside and outside made him release spurts and spurts of cum, his panting coming out in high-pitched moans just when you started to milk him.

You screamed loudly and Baekhyun was mouthing at your breasts hungrily, just as he always did when he was releasing. He gave your nipple a bite as he turned his thrusts into lazy hip-rollings, helping the both of you ride out your highs.

The shower was still fully on but it did little to no help to block out the sexual pants both of you were heaving out.

You locked eyes with Baekhyun’s and caught him smiling in satisfaction. “Kiss me,” he muttered and you gladly leaned in, humming when he licked his way inside, meeting your tongue for a small battle for dominance. You pressed against him, pushing his tongue aside, wanting to win but he whimpered and bit you which made you withdraw with a hiss. You separated with a loud smack. “Cheater,” you whispered in disbelief, your lips red and swollen.

“Am I now?” quirked Baekhyun, flirting, and let you down slowly, slipping out of you. He cradled your face and kissed you innocently as if to make up for the ruined kiss, enjoying the touch of your lips as the water was mixing in.

“That was fucking amazing,” you told him in bliss, hugging his neck. You brought his ear close to your mouth. “Let’s do it again.”

“Nobody said we were done, princess.” Baekhyun had a shit-eating grin when he trailed his fingers up your sides and gently groped your breasts that made you sigh in pleasure right away. Your nipples were already hard and aching but his touch made you feel like you were levitating.

“You’re so damn sensitive. Who knew sex during your period would be this much fun? You are so responsive to every single touch of mine,” he murmured sexily as he let the tip of his nose trail your cheek, darting his tongue out to lick on your skin.

You were aroused yet again and begging for him to resolve this issue.

“You aren't leaving my house tonight,” he told you as he brought his head back to look into your eyes. “I'll take care of you.”

///

2 years later

Baekhyun squeezed your hand with a huge smile as you were both sitting on the ground opposite his parents while Hayeon was running around, playing in Baekhyun's childhood room. A room that held so many memories that were dear to you.

“Sweetie, eat a little bit more,” prompted Baekhyun's mother lovingly. “You are bearing a boy. You need to make sure he comes out all sturdy and ready to face this world.”

You giggled, as you caressed your baby bump, Baekhyun joining you.

“She is quite sensitive, mum. I don't want her to throw up everything afterwards,” commented Baekhyun.

He was right. As painless as Hayeon's pregnancy was, this little boy inside of you was making you nauseous 24/7. You found it quite ironic how your family wanted you to bring a boy into the family when you were with Minheob, yet now, when you were with Baekhyun, it was a boy. It was more exciting because Baekhyun did the ultrasound and finding out the gender of your baby had its own magic when he was the doctor.

The past two years, everything was so different yet the same. Living with Baekhyun was perfect despite typical arguments. He was understanding and you were trying to be okay with his busy schedules at the clinic.

Baekhyun wanted you to settle in properly in his house along with Hayeon before you would start a family with him. Being careful in bed was not the most fun for you, as you always wanted to feel everything he could offer, but once the both of you gave each other the green, your life became much more exciting. You were eager to get pregnant with Baekhyun's child. Finally, the old, rusty dreams you had as a teenage girl could come true.

After hearing some rustling, you stood up. “I'm gonna check up on Hayeon,” you said and strolled over to Baekhyun's bedroom. “Hayeon,” you muttered, seeing her going through some old biology books. You laughed. “Out of all the things in this room, this is what caught your attention?” you asked her, and walked over.

“Mama, look!” she pointed at some drawings Baekhyun had in the corner of the page.

“Oh, what is that,” you faked excitement and then you looked properly. Decoding Baekhyun's terrible scribbles, you gasped quietly.

hottest chickkk in the entire school >< and shes mine woow

love is not as bad as guys make it out to be

because i love herrr

“The hell is this?” you murmured, not even noticing Baekhyun standing behind you.

He laughed loudly and you looked up at him in question. “Well, what do you think it is? It's about you, silly,” he said and crouched, hugging you from behind. “Many guys were crazy about you, yet I got you.”

You snorted a laugh. “Sure, half of the school envied me and the other hated me for being who I am,” you said, looking at his side profile.

“Ah, look at you talking and talking instead of kissing your gorgeous husband,” muttered Baekhyun playfully, letting his hands slide over the baby bump. In response, you kissed Baekhyun's cheek.

“No kissing daddy!” Hayeon complained.

Hearing Hayeon calling Baekhyun her father warmed your heart. “I can't kiss daddy?” She didn't respond, instead observing you and Baehyun. “Together?” you tried.

She grinned with her tiny teeth and Baekhyun laughed at her cuteness. “Come over, my little princess,” he opened his left arm, not letting go of you. Hayeon squealed, jumping straight at Baekhyun which made him grunt. Without waiting, she pressed her mouth to Baekhyun's cheek while Baekhyun turned to you with a mischievous glint. He pressed his lips to yours and you smiled widely.

“Love you three so much,” said gently Baekhyun, looking at you and Hayeon while caressing your bump.

“Love you more,” you whispered and stole another kiss before Hayeon could notice.

Even though not everything was perfect, you finally were together as you should have been since the start of the mess. With most of it being resolved, you were excited to face a brand new chapter with Baekhyun and with the family you created with him.

//

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DEREK/STILES

                                            ——— (part 6) ——–

Fandom: TeenWolf

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Down in Flames Series

Author: standinginanicedress

Part 1: So, Hey, Let’s Be Friends

Summary: Stiles has been fucking obsessed with famous werewolf author Derek Hale since he was fifteen years old and the first book came out. Like, embarrassingly obsessed. Like, had a poster of the guy hanging up on the wall above his bed, obsessed. When Hale moved back to Beacon Hills, Stiles just figured he'd hole himself up in his rebuilt mansion, writing his fourth book, never to fulfill Stiles' endless daydreams about running into him and having the alpha fall madly in love with him.It's completely fucking improbable and nonsensical, would never happen in a million years, so of course Stiles somehow winds up in a no-strings-attached agreement with his literary idol, all while eating chicken McNuggets out of his pocket at random intervals and plotting the demise of the McFlurry mixer.

Part 2: How This One Ends

Summary: “And Stiles,” he's addressed directly for the first time since this whole thing started, and when all eyes land on him this time, he just squeezes Derek's hand and squares his shoulders. He can act like this doesn't bother him. Derek can do it, and Derek's here. He'll be okay. “...how does it feel to know that millions upon millions of people are going to read intimate, private details about your life with Derek?”“It doesn't bother me,” Stiles says with a shrug, going for nonchalant and feeling like he's doing it pretty well. “I knew what I was getting into. Besides – everyone wants Derek Hale to write about them, right?”

Part 3: If It’s Torture

Summary: “I’m – I’m working on my next book.”That, out of everything, anything on the face of the god damn planet, is not what Stiles had expected Derek to say. After everything that’s happened, after Spark and the mess that it was, and after Derek firing then rehiring Lydia, and after Derek pointedly avoiding his office study for months upon months, and after Stiles not hearing a word about any new projects, never seeing Derek writing anything down… Stiles would have thought that aliens invading was a more viable possibility than Derek writing a new book.He’s made his money, more than anyone else needs in a lifetime, and Stiles thought that meant that he would be done. Maybe Stiles forgot that money isn’t why Derek does what he does, after all, and that’s not fair to him. “Oh,” Stiles says, because he honestly can’t think of anything, not a single thing else, to say.

Red Velvet and Fur (A Hanky Code For Gay Werewolves)

Author: orphan_account

Summary: In which Stiles in unrepentant in his (somewhat accidental) quest to get Derek to knot him, Derek is oblivious and sexually frustrated, and Lydia is the incredibly attractive devil on Stiles' shoulder who has nothing but terrible, amazing ideas. Who knew there was a hanky code for werewolves?

Except What Has Been Forgotten

Author: suzvoy

Summary: In which Stiles wakes up with a shiny new case of amnesia and it's immediately obvious that his best friend is lying to him - which might have something to do with the (hot) guy who keeps appearing his room. What the hell has he been doing for the past 18 months?

Seaside Framed in Glass

Author: mrecookies

Summary: "I'm going to name you Derek," Stiles announces, still looking cross-eyed at the puppy in his hands. It's looking back with a confused and sad expression, probably asking Stiles in some baby dog language why it's being named after a brooding werewolf. "It's because you're always sulking, even though I got you a nice basket and biscuits and everything," he says sternly. The puppy whines and hangs its head.

Is That a Gun in Your Pocket, or are You Just Happy To See Me

Author: goodnight_tinyhumans

Summary: Stiles might be a little sick of unrequited feelings or lust or whatever. The situation with Derek- Deputy Hale, he has to keep reminding himself, because he’s never actually told Stiles his name and that’s getting into creeper territory pretty quickly- has gone past the merely-wanting-to-jump-his-bones stage and well into die-hard-crush, complete with inappropriate fantasies involving handcuffs and roleplaying. And the problem with that, of course, is that he tends to resolve situations like these one of two ways: going out and getting drunk, or staying home and getting drunk.

You Don't See Straight

Author: annber

Summary: Stiles finds himself in a secret werewolf community to participate in a mating run. Sterek happens. Side OC's.

Devoted

Author: Jerakeen

Summary: Stiles expected the incubus to be something ethereal, otherworldly, inhumanly beautiful. This guy looks like a lawyer.

**sidenote: you need an AO3 account to view this fanfic

Practice Makes Perfect Series

Author: blacktofade

Part 1: Practice Makes Perfect 

Summary: In his sophomore year, Stiles gets dragged to lacrosse tryouts by Scott and ends up practising alongside the senior captain, Derek Hale. Stiles just wants to live long enough to become a junior.

Part 2: Picture Perfect

Summary Two years later, Stiles and Derek are still together, but there's 200% more sex and too many miles between them.

**sidenote: you need an AO3 account to view this fanfic

Bodice Ripper ‘Verse Series

Author: Stoney

Part 1: The One With The Scottish Wolf Lord

Summary: The Hales are alive and a royal family in Scotland; Stiles is the waif sent to work in the kitchens, elevated to personal attendant/servant to the young Lord Hale. Who happens to be a wolf who can't shift back.

Part 2: The One Where Stiles Reads The Scottish Wolf Lord

Summary: This is about the actual book and how Stiles - canon-compliant universe set in the future - is reading it in Derek's loft. Derek is very curious as to why Stiles would be interested in such a thing.

Part 3: The One Where They're Forced To Marry in Ye Olden Times

Summary: Due to the destruction of House Hale and the debts incurred in their survival and search for justice, the King (blah blah, make believe world) arranges a marriage between Derek and Stiles, eliminating all debts the Hales may owe. Derek is very unhappy. Stiles is pretty shocked at who he's being matched with, but he's certainly not unhappy. It's pretty clear from the start Derek doesn't share that feeling.Stiles passes the time by hunting with his falcon, Derek broods. Until...

Part 4: The One With The Mail-Order Bride

Summary: Wolves aren't meant to be alone. Laura tells Derek this repeatedly. Which... is why Derek knows he's losing his mind, as Laura has been dead for more than six years. Wolves aren't meant to be alone.And so he sends away for a companion. JUST for a companion, not for a mate. The universe, however, has a different plan in store for him.

**these are more separate stories than a continuous fic

A Strong Heart and a Nerve of Steel

Author: lupinus, uraneia

Summary: Stiles and Derek wake up married in Vegas. Well, they would have if it was legal.In which Stiles is the president's son, Derek is his bodyguard, and Papa President orders them to pretend to be in love for the sake of gay rights. Or in which uraniea and lupinus combine meeting the Hales, President Papa, waking up married, fake/pretend relationship, First Boy Stiles, and bodyguard Derek into one fic.

**sidenote: you need an AO3 account to view this fanfic

The Importance Of Turning Around Three Times Before Lying Down

Author: otter

Summary: It’s like this dog has walked out of all of Stiles’ childhood dreams and into the real world just because Stiles wanted it hard enough. He is the most awesome dog ever, and he and Stiles have a bond. A deep, unbreakable bond because this animal is his soul mate, obviously. Now he just has to convince the dog of that.

Pack Up, Don't Stray

Author: the_deep_magic

Summary: AU – Werewolves are an enslaved underclass, collared and tagged by human masters. Detective Stilinski’s on duty the night they bring in an untagged stray.

(Sacred) In the Ordinary

Author: idyll

Summary: The Pack, after college, graduate school and the starting of careers, comes back to Beacon Hills. Nothing's gotten less complicated after all this time.Based on a kink meme prompt that grew legs and got serious.

We Are So Intimately Rearranged

Author: secondstar

Summary: A High School AU where there are no werewolves and no hunters. Stiles is getting ready for his senior year when he meets Derek at the coffee shop he works at.

The Sanctuary

Author: chase_acow

Summary: Stiles runs away during his first heat, right into the waiting and ambiguously scary arms of the Alpha's nephew, Derek Hale. He doesn't have any choice except to submit, but along the way, he digs up a mystery that threatens his family and even the town's safety.

The Hazards (and Benefits) of Channel-Surfing on Friday Nights

Author: herbeautifullie

Summary: He's watching TV over the edge of his laptop when Scott brings up the fact that he's still a lonely loser in his third year of college without a boyfriend which, while being completely true, is really fucking unappreciated. It sparks a desperate need to save what little manhood Stiles has and, before he knows it, he's blurting, "I totally have a boyfriend, dude. Shows how much you know."How was he supposed to know Scott would doubt him? It's not Stiles' fault that someone named Derek Hale really exists. It's also not his fault when his lie grows legs and runs so far he can't find it until it's too late – too late and standing right in front of him, gorgeous and annoyed and not at all the person Stiles made him up to be.Yeah, this could get bad.

Grounded on Living Skin

Author: otter

Summary: The tattoo parlor didn’t look like much. The apprentice who was supposed to be inking Derek's new magical tattoo wasn't immediately confidence-inspiring either.

Cocktails and Dreams

Author: popfly

Summary: Derek is a bartender who works in a dive bar but loves craft cocktails. Stiles just wants a drink.

Open the Door

Author: eternalbreath

Summary: Derek gives Stiles his jacket.

Every Step You Take

Author: Nokomis

Summary: Stiles accidentally ends up magically bound to Derek. It’s super.

Darling Its No Joke

Author: thehoyden

Summary: The first thing Stiles thinks when he opens the door is that it’s not his birthday, but someone has sent him some kind of cop stripper.

It's Been like Years Since it's Been Clear

Author: sirona

Summary: It's six-thirty in the morning, but there are warm lights behind the floor-to-ceiling, de-boarded windows, and the 'For Sale' sign on the door has disappeared along with Stiles' memory of where he'd been headed just moments before. The coffee shop is, apparently, open for business once more.

Love Comes in Spurts Series

Author: talktowater

Part 1: Love Comes in Spurts

Summary: Stiles has always had sort of a hero worship thing going on with Scott's step-brother Derek so moving into a house with him freshman year was basically fulfilling a childhood fantasy. Discovering how Derek was putting himself through college, well that was a whole other fantasy that Stiles didn't even know he had.

Part 2: Now Your Smile Comes Over in Your Voice

Summary: Part two of Love Comes in Spurts series.

Milk Vetch Series

Author: silverlining99

Part 1: A Little Less Sixteen Candles

Summary: In which Derek fails at wooing, and Stiles fails at catching a clue. Isaac & co. are there, but otherwise not season 2 compliant.

Part 2: For A Pessimist, I’m Pretty Optimistic

Summary: n which Derek has a sweet tooth and a crush, Erica has a rom-com collection and all the win, and Stiles has some catching on to do.Season 2 compliance is willfully haphazard.

Part 3: A Slow Dive, A Fast Distraction

Summary: In which Derek opens up in more ways than one, and Stiles could really use a road map to this relationship business.

The Art of Dying Well

Author: kinneas

Summary: "You said we're friends.""Whoa, way to hold what a guy says in the heat of the moment against him," Stiles replies automatically, but... that's not what he wants to say, not at all, not to the quiet contemplation that is Derek Hale on his living room sofa. So he adds, "I guess, yeah."Derek doesn't speak for a long moment. "Then it's inevitable.""Wow," Stiles whistles, "you are the biggest downer."

A Flooring Romance

Author: rlnerdgirl

Summary: After being steamrolled by some rough and vindictive career competition, Derek is finally getting back on his feet when he and his sister purchase Hale's Hardwood, their very own hardwood flooring shop. To Derek's dismay, some eccentric guy, who goes by Stiles and has a buzz that makes him look ridiculous and far younger than he has to be, opens up a tile shop right across the way.

more fics: part 7

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New Rules - Part 5 (AU)

5Prompt : New Rules – Dua Lipa

Word Count : 991 words.

Warning(s) : Angst. Sad. Sucky writing

A/N : FINAL PART IS HERE!! I’m sorry this took ages. I’m not very good with timing. I hope anyone who reads will enjoy P/S I initially had a different way of how this part began -and, ultimately, how it might end. If I ever manage to finish it, I may possibly post it as an alternate ending. P/P/S: I have so many drafts about this whole series lmao 

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5

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And if you’re under him; you ain’t getting over him -I got new rules, I count ‘em.

Before things got complicated, James Buchanan Barnes was your friend. Coincidentally after being introduced by your mutual, he was also in some of your classes, and how the both of you ended being closer than you thought.

He was there to hold you when you had a breakdown because of the stress of your academics. He was there to calm you down before a big presentation. He was there to cheer you up when you were upset about a grade you got for your thesis paper. He was there for you the same as you were for him, because that’s what friends are for, and so the both of you found solace in each other’s presence.

But of course a huge mistake was made, one that created this catastrophe.

There’s a familiar sting in your chest as you spun to face him before quickly retrieving your arm before he could grab it. Your throat burns from a forming lump, making your voice crack a little.

“What are you doing?”

Your eyes are prickling because of the hot tears threatening to fall down, but your anger is fiery, winning over your sadness. Bucky’s just standing there, not knowing what to do next. Everything he did would undoubtedly set you running. What he did was a stupid move. Why is he like this?

His eyes were filled with sincerity and regret (almost), you were temporarily lost at his beauty, it was as if you were looking at Adonis Himself. “I won’t hurt you” he states softly, and for a selfish moment you thought he wouldn’t pull you back into that vicious cycle. But instead he’d leaned forward, licking his lips as his eyes wander to yours. And you bolted; pushed him away and got out of the car, the atmosphere being too much to handle, being in close proximity to him was too much.

He was hurting you. You should’ve been stronger, shouldn’t have agreed to go with him. God, how pathetic are you for this man?

When you had agreed to go with him, he was relieved you’d decided to follow him, even though he could see the apprehension clearly. The car ride with him was filled with silence; you didn’t want to talk, and he didn’t know what to say, because what is there left to say? He knows he’s hurt you in ways unimaginable but when you agreed to go with him -albeit doubt written all over you, he felt like there was hope in this messed up friendship relationship thing.

He had hope he could fix this disaster, hope that maybe, just maybe, you were willing to forgive him for what he’s done. He knows he shouldn’t be forgiven, that he doesn’t deserve that kind of kindness, but he also knows you and the type of person you are.

Bucky closes his eyes as he runs his fingers in his hair, frustrated. He doesn’t remember exactly how his way of thinking got tainted like this; think of people as a tool for him to survive. It’s as if he’s had his sense of morality ripped off him, piece by piece and damn him for turning out like this, damn his mind for being corrupted, damn the world for turning against him.

“I’m sorry” he exhales heavily before looking up to you. But all he sees is you moving your head left to right rapidly, raising your hand to him.

“No” you began, the hurt so clearly etched in just that one word. “You can’t say that seconds after trying to kiss me when you said you wouldn’t hurt me!” you continued, practically yelling at him. Bucky takes a step forward but it only made you take two steps backwards.

You don’t trust him, and he can’t blame you.

“If being friends meant this” you said, gesturing between the space of you and him, before finally saying “then I don’t want to be your friend. Not anymore”.

When a person goes into shock, it’s usually because of low blood pressure, resulting in weak but rapid heartbeats, irregular breathing and a sense of nausea, dizziness and fatigue.

Bucky feels the wind being knocked out of him, and it physically hurts when he inhales. He can feel his heart hastily pumping blood but it does nothing to help him focus on the blurred shape standing out of reach from him. All he hears is a ringing noise over your voice as he tries his hardest to grasp onto something from this reality.

You see him struggling after saying those words, but you don’t care. You don’t care anymore because you’ve had enough. They were right –Natasha, Wanda, the girls. They were your friends; before Bucky they were the ones comforting you when you were homesick, they were the ones who cheered you up when you went through an emotional break-up, they were the ones who sacrificed their time and energy to help you.

And they were there for you when you realized that the man in front of you was nothing but trouble.

You didn’t apprehend that you had real friends, a real friendship and sisterhood with the girls. What you and Bucky went through was toxic, and you needed to take care of yourself first, to value the girls now that you’d learnt the meaning behind the word ‘friend’.

“I can’t be your friend, James” you uttered, too exhausted to roar the words out. Even though you’ve finally found the strength to actually move on, it didn’t mean doing this didn’t hurt. The words that came out left an unpleasant taste in your mouth, and it drained you.

Bucky wants to say something but you don’t allow him when you backed away, putting a growing distance between you and him that you know won’t ever be fixed.

And that’s okay. Call it selfish, call it rude, but at the end of the day, you have to take care of yourself first.

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1) Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.

mmm I’d say romance I guess, I like having an undertone in my fics even if it isn’t the main thing.

2) Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

Soulmates :3

3) Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

idk man, like… idk

4) How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

oh ho, oh HO, OH HO! Boooiiiiii 14 at least wait… 15 mmmmmMMMMMMM, which one, which one, I guess I’m most excited about the soulmate au :>

5) Share one of your strengths.

I’m very good at foreshadowing and little hints left in my fics if they need it.

6) Share one of your weaknesses.

Describing feelings, they seem very 2-D to me for some reason

7) Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

“Despite what he imagined he’d do if Keith ever came crawling back to his life, he never actually expected it. Which is why, when he answered the door he expected Hunk or Pidge, maybe even Shiro, Allura, or Coran. Never did he ever think that it would be Keith Kogane staring at him through too long bangs.

His heart stuttered to a stop and he’s ninety percent sure when he opened the door Keith punched him in the solar plexus because he didn’t have air. And his chest hurt. Just from seeing him in his damn doorway six months of work just flew out the damn window.

He did what he always fantasized.

He slammed the door in his goddamned face.”

Granted I do really like the first beginning of this fic but like, I think this sums it up well. Also, SCIENCE!! I’m proud of the research man.

8) Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

”“—eith! –eith! –o! –an’t do thi–!” A hand touched his shoulder and he screamed, hoarse and raw. Instantly the hand left but two cupped his face, bringing it up to see a familiar one. “What did you do! You’re the Meister! It’s my job to protect you! It’s my job to protect you!”

Black.”

….I just like the line

9) Which fic has been the hardest to write?

…..the fic that shall not be named petal soft but it’s untagged, only on tumblr so no one can freaking find it again!!

Which fic has been the easiest to write?

Toss up between Meister of One and Tom Cruisin’

10) Is writing your passion or just a fun hobby?

I’d say both. it’s a fun hobby that i do and relaxes me most of the time but it is  passion because I love it.

11) Is there an episode above all others that inspires you just a little bit more?

Just the whole of season 3 fam

12) What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across?

fudge I don’t know, all of them have points that are valid??? The only tag I really have is writing reference and I think they have valid points.

13) What’s the worst writing advice you’ve ever come across?

fudgenuggets I don’t know

14) If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?

Considering one of them is based on a film…. but other than that one I think Meister of One would be super cool to film because of the way I set up the transitions.

15) If you only could write one pairing for the rest of your life, which pairing would it be?

Klance.

That’s seriously a no brainer, that’s all I ever really write hehehe

16) Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order? 

Start to finish but if I come up with something good I write it down for later

17) Do you use any tools, like worksheets or outlines?

Yeeeetttt

18) Stephen King once said that his muse is a man who lives in the basement. Do you have a muse?

…..he had a man in the basement???

Uh, not really

19) Describe your perfect writing conditions.

Physically alone, mid-afternoon, sunny but shaded, inside at a table with snacks and water nearby with NOTHING TO DO BUT WRITE.

20) How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

Once or twice through before I say fuck it.

21) Choose a passage from one of your earlier fics and edit it into your current writing style. (Person sending the ask is free to make suggestions).

*inhales* I think my old writing style for voltron is pretty close to the same but then I’d have to go get my old fics and I don’t really wanna look at that trash.

*looks* uuuggghhhhhh, yeah, I’m not touching that with a ten foot pole.

22) If you were to revise one of your older fics from start to finish, which would it be and why?

All of them

23) Have you ever deleted one of your published fics?

Yes, It was very petty. I deleted my friend’s bedtime story because another friend said I wouldn’t.

24) What do you look for in a beta?

Someone who looks for the quality of content I suppose and tells it to you in a respectful but truthful manner but still affirms your faith in yourself as a writer.

25) Do you beta yourself? If so, what kind of beta are you?

I guess? I like doing it but I’m not “officially” and if I was see above.

26) How do you feel about collaborations?

Fuuuuuunnn

27) Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

Uuggghhh witty_name, Zizzani, Mytay, I guess they all have excellent writing quality, the characters are in character for their particular situations, they’re amusing and balanced with the seriousness, and what parts are meant to be funny are, excellent plots, they’re just really good.

28) If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there notwritten by yourself, which would you choose?

Not gonna lie I would do more of a companion fic to Lonely Will Wait by ciuucalata (when she’s done ofc)

29) Do you accept prompts?

yeet! It’s easier writing for people, most of my fics are because they’re for my friends.

30) Do you take liberties with canon or are you very strict about your fic being canon compliant?

I love being canon compliant but sometimes I feel that you need to take some liberties because they would be in a completely different situation and environment.

31) How do you feel about smut?

Read it, enjoyed some, there are really good fics out there with smut or just smut, have not written any though.

32) How do you feel about crack?

………I don’t wanna talk about it…33) What are your thoughts on non-con and dub-con?

Eeeehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, no to non-con but if it turns out to be consensual in the end of a dub-con because it was consensual in the first place but needed to be dub-con for the somewhat plot then yeet.

34) Would you ever kill off a canon character?

…I… do not know ….maybe?

35) Which is your favorite site to post fic?

Ao3

36) Talk about your current wips.

Currently written written and published, Altea High, Klance Sky High AU, currently on Ch. 7 a third through Ch. 8 (which is gonna be a big ch. btw) slowburn, briefly has Nyma and Lance but endgame is klance, uh, keith has firepowers, Lance has ice powers, there’s Shay and Plaxum and they become friends with someone and helps with their development.

Others are not published so I won’t speak of those, shhhh

37) Talk about a review that made your day.

How do I choose just one??  

”Hi! I love what you’ve written so far it’s amazing and I love your writing style!!! Keep up the good work!!! Do you know how many chapters you have planned by any chance? No matter what I will enjoy every one so great job!” From AceStuckInSpace

”This was fantastic! I enjoyed the flashback bits that showed how their meister/weapon relationship progressed. I now have an urge to rewatch Soul Eater, aha. Loved this a lot =)” from xLindziex

“Well.Im.FCK off. …. Bye…. Nice writing btw” from @bleusarcelle huehuehue

And, like, a WHOLE bunch of others.

38) Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them?

I haven’t gotten any rude reviews actually.

39) Write an alternative ending to Paper Cranes and Paper Friends (or just the summary of one).

Footsteps approach his seat, he starts to get up, to get out of the way, but a tanned hand lies on his forearm.

”Uhm, excuse me, but, I noticed that you were just sitting here.” A young man with a warm smile and blue, crystalline ocean blue, eyes and rich brown skin fidgeting next to him. He licked his lips and offered another smile. “Do you, uh, have a pen? Maybe?”

“Uhm, sure,” Keith rummaged through his bag and handed him a simple ballpoint. 

The man looked at the pen in his hand blankly for a second. Blinked. “Great! Uh, do you have any paper?”

Keith looked through his bag again and shook his head. “Sorry, no paper.”

The man with the blue eyes looked pointedly at the paper cranes scattered about Keith’s person. He flushed and handed him a larger crane. “If this would work?”

He merely took the crane with a smile, effortlessly unwrapping it and scribbling something before folding it again and handing Keith both the crane and the pen. “If you feel like talking more about origami, Keith.”

With that he smiled and waved before jogging from sight.

Keith looked at the newly folded crane in his hand, the black numbers wrapped around in rounded script, and smiled.

…….I think I’m missing one…