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evalevaeva · 6 months

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Hellooo, I hope that you are doing well <3.

Could you maybe write a fanfic for sio and nam soon. They have such good chemistry and I haven't found a fic for them .

Tysm <3

A matter of time| Ryu Sio x Namsoon

my first ever request can yall believe this im feeling overwhelmed thank you sm for this req anon! ♡

Namsoon knew what her mission was. She knew Heesik was counting on her, the whole police station was counting on her, and finally , her mother was counting on her, but why was she thinking about Sio's words from yesterday?

"I've never had a birthday. I don't know my birthday so, it didn't feel important. They never gave me a birthday either, so I've never experienced it," Sio admitted as he looked out the window in his office. Namsoon sat on the black leather office chair behind him as she looked at him. Her eyes had a glint of sadness as she watched his back, feeling a certain emotion arise in her chest, pinching her heart. Namsoon shook her head as she pushed away the stinging feeling in her heart , not wanting it to affect her any longer.

Namsoon covered her watch with her palm, blocking the camera and microphone.

"Sio," Namsoon called out as Sio turned, awaiting her response. "Could we go out tomorrow? In the afternoon?" Namsoon asked with a wide smile on her face as Sio's lips turned into a smile, his cheekbones rising as he bent down, his face in front of hers as he responded, "Anything for you".

Namsoon's wrist was empty. Namsoon held onto the strap of her bag as she looked around the store. The store wasn't just any store, but an expensive cake store that was well known in Gangnam.

"Hello miss! Could I offer any help with our selection of cakes?" The staff approached Namsoon as she turned to them, a smile plastered on her face as she nodded.

"I'm getting a cake and maybe some brownies for..." Namsoon started but couldn't complete her sentence as she trailed off. Sio didn't feel like a boss to her, nor did he feel like a superior to her. He felt like someone that would take a bullet for her, someone that would be there for her at the snap of her fingers.

"Boyfriend? Excellent! We have a large selection of cakes and brownies that many couples get for each other and we're having a sale today as it's a weekend!" The staff spoke as Namsoon's eyes widened.

Namsoon had never considered it if he could be her boyfriend... he confessed his feelings to her, but she didn't respond. Wasn't that how all the Kdramas went?

The same feeling she felt the previous day returned as she looked at the glass casing, filled with different varieties of cakes and goods. Namsoon couldn't help but smile as she thought about what he'd like. Imagine his face, smiling as he looks at the cake and brownies, closing his eyes and making a wish. She felt the heat engulfing her cheeks as she slapped her face softly, trying to get rid of the embarrassment of her delusions.

"Would you like the cheesecake and brownie set? It's a very popular set among couples!" The staff asked behind the glass display as Namsoon nodded, eagerly watching the staff placing the cake and brownies carefully into the paper box.

Namsoon opened her wallet as she saw the photo Sio and her had taken during their steak dinner at the Mongolian Restaurant. Sio had a smile on his face as Namsoon held the camera up and held up a peace sign.

"That'll be 14,000 won, would you like to pay with a card?" The cashier clicked several buttons as Namsoon nodded, "Could you add candles to the order?".

The cashier smiled as she nodded, chuckling, "I'm sure your boyfriend will be very happy, especially when he has such a pretty girlfriend". Namsoon laughed at the cashier's flattery as she tapped her card on the reader, hearing a beep as the payment went through. Namsoon waved goodbye to the staff as she stepped outside the store.

"I'm at the address you sent, I'm outside." Namsoon's phone buzzed as she read the message from Sio. Her eyes lit up as she looked around the street, looking for the black car Sio would use to work and finally one of the windows on the cars rolled down, revealing Sio as he waved at her.

Namsoon grinned as she ran towards the stationary car, opening the door with her empty hand as she went into the car. Sio smiled at the girl as his eyes landed on the cake in her hand.

"What's this?" Sio asked as Namsoon looked at the cake in her hand, "Well, you mentioned that you've never had a birthday. So I thought we could have one today! It doesn't have to be a birthday, it could just be a party!".

Namsoon looked at Sio's face, expecting a smile or maybe look of upset, but instead, he looked like he had a lot running through his mind. His eyes were glued onto the cake before it rose to her eyes.

Out of anxiousness, Namsoon began blabbering, "Sio? Do you not like it? If you don't want to, then I could just bring back the cake home for dinner, we don't have to -"

"Thank you".

Namsoon looked at Sio, eyes wide as she looked at him. His hand was on hers as their hands rested on the solid cake box.

"Sio, this is the least I can do. Even in Mongolia, I had birthdays every year! You should have one too," Namsoon said as Sio looked at the girl, a hint of adoration in his face as he whispered, "Then celebrate with me every year. We'll celebrate together".

Namsoon swore she felt shivers down her spine as she looked at him. Every sense of responsibility given by the people around her seemed to disappear. Sio didn't make her feel like how she felt when she was with her mother, her family members, or even strangers around her.

"Let's go!" Namsoon yelled as she raised both her hands up in the air, running towards the grass patch beside Hangang River.

Namsoon didn't know much about South Korea... yet, but she knew that Hangan River was a place where many people would gather and have picnics in the day, while couples would come out at night. Technically, since the sun was setting, they were quite literally in the middle.

Namsoon crossed her legs as she sat across from Sio, who looked uncomfortable crossing his legs, his legs being too long and his pants being too tight once he sat down.

"Sio, should we just sit at the steps? You look like you aren't comfortable," Namsoon asked as Sio shook his head.

"I won't let something as small as pants ruin our time here. Now, what do we do now?" Sio responded as Namsoon began opening the cake box, revealing the cake and the brownies on the side.

Namsoon took out the packet of coloured candles as she placed them around the surface of the cake. The lighter in her hand clicked several times as her thumb rolled the wheel on the side, lighting a fire as she lit the candles.

"Sio, hold up the cake, I'll take a photo," Namsoon told the CEO as she held up her phone camera, pressing record as she sang.

"Happy birthday to you."

Sio didn't want the moment to end. It felt like he had the universe before him, singing him happy birthday. The only person that truly cared about him, right infront of him. The one he wanted forever and ever, with him at that moment.

"Happy birthday our dear Sio, Happy birthday to you," Namsoon ended the song as she whispered behind the camera, "Make a wish!".

Sio closed his eyes as he wished, with all his might to every higher being up in the sky listening to him.

"I wish... that we'll be together, forever. Just Namsoon and I," Sio wished as he opened his eyes and blew out the candles.

Namsoon tapped her wrists, mimicking clapping as she stopped the recording, placing her phone down.

"What did you wish for Sio?" Namsoon asked as Sio responded, "Isn't it a thing that if we say our wishes out loud, they won't come true?".

Namsoon whined as she said, "But I'm really curious! So I have to know!".

Sio sighed, a cheeky smile on his face as he said, "I wish for us to always be together".

This made Namsoon's smile fade as she looked to the cake, avoiding his stare as she sighed.

They would never be able to be together, and she knew that deep down. They could try to escape and avoid everyone, but her mother or pavel would find them. It was only a matter of time, but they'd make use of it, spend every second together.

"I know I've already said this, but I still have feelings for you. I won't force you into anything, but I want you to know that I'll always choose you," Sio said as he looked up to the orange sky, turning his body to see the sunset behind him.

Sio looked breathtaking, and Namsoon couldn't waste the moment. Taking back her phone, she snapped a photo as she looked at him, a wave of sadness washing over her as she stared at him.

It was only a matter of time.

I HOPE THIS WAS WHAT YOU WANTED THANK YOU ANON!!

#ryu sioh #strong girl nam soon #byeon woo seok #ryu shi oh #strong girl namsoon #namsoon #kang namsoon

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alyswritings · 1 year

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Favoritism

Request: hii! would you be able to write a john b x twinsister!reader story where they both have different perspectives of their dad (like, john b and his dad idolized each other while the dad always left the reader "behind"), maybe moments when their dad disappeared and when he was back? i don't have a lot of ideas but maybe fighting between the reader and john b, or reader and big john and john b taking their dad's side. just something that ends in some kind of comfort lol thank you sm, i love your blog💗

John B Routledge x sister!reader

Summary: Y/N feels like the odd one out.

Warnings: none really

a/n: sorry it took a while for me to get to this! hope y'all enjoy!

(gif not mine)

When Big John went missing, Y/N was effected, of course. But she never took it as hard as her twin brother had. John B was dead set on his father coming back alive some day. Y/N on the other hand wasn't too shocked that they possibly lost their father to his ridiculous gold hunt. It's all he ever really cared about, spending all of his time in it.

Big John always included John B in everything, often leaving Y/N out. The two would spend hours in Big John's office, the man usually brushing Y/N aside whenever she asked to join. It was obvious from a young age that the man favored his son.

Y/N picked up most of the slack when Big John went missing -- making sure the house stayed clean, that John B didn't go off the rails, etc.

"Don't you care that dad's gone? I mean, do you even give a shit?!" John B questions, following his sister into the chateau.

"Why should I? It's not like he would care if I ever went missing." Y/N remarks.

"So you just don't fucking care? What the hell, Y/N?" John B asks.

"John B, why would I be deeply hurt by a man who barely gives me five minutes? Yeah, I was initially concerned, but it's been months! He is gone!"

"No, he isn't!"

"Nobody survives that long, you idiot! Just accept it! Dad is dead!"

Y/N storms into her room and slams the door shut.

- - -

The pogues dropped Sarah and Y/N off at the chateau, the two finding John B asleep on the couch on the porch. While Sarah and John B reunited, John B claiming that he found his dad in Barbados, the three teens are now in the yard.

"Dude, did you get some drugs or something? Are you high right now?" Y/N asks as John B insists that Big John is here.

"Y/N, I'm serious. I found dad." John B insists.

"Okay." Y/N rolls her eyes.

"I wouldn't believe him either." The three look over at the man as he walks over. Y/N freezes, her eyes widening. Sarah lets out a noise of shock while John B immediately questions where his father was.

While Sarah greets her father-in-law, John B continues to question his dad where he was, not receiving an answer.

"Hey, there, sweetheart." Big John greets his dad. "What? No hug for your old man?"

"How in the hell are you alive?" Y/N questions.

"Well, that's a long story." Big John chuckles, pulling her into a hug. "Good to see you again, kid."

- - -

"No. I'm not going with you guys." Y/N denies.

"Why not?" John B asks.

"Because dad gets all obsessive and he gets super annoying and I'm not dealing with it." Y/N says.

"Y/N--"

"Come on, boy." Big John calls to his son. "She don't wanna go, it's her loss, not ours. Probably just slow us down anyway." Y/N rolls her eyes.

"Just go." She tells her brother, going into her room.

- - -

"I'm sorry. You-- you found this and you didn't tell the others?" Y/N asks.

"Yeah." John B mutters.

"Why the hell not?" Y/N questions.

"Dad said it's gotta stay between us." John B says.

"And you're gonna listen to him? John B, what the fuck?"

"Y/N--"

"No! No, they are a huge part in this treasure hunt, and you're not gonna tell them shit? What the fuck is wrong with you? Hell, you won't even tell Sarah?"

"Dad says it's best to keep it small for right now."

"Oh, my God." Y/N rolls her eyes.

"Y/N, we aren't telling anybody about this damn thing! We can't trust anyone!" Big John exclaims.

"I think we can trust our friends who have been there for us through everything!" Y/N yells back.

"No! Now, it's between the three of us! And if you're not happy with that, then get out!" Big John shouts.

Y/N rolls her eyes and turns to her brother.

"John B?" She asks.

John B glances between the two before eventually stepping closer to his dad. Y/N scoffs, ignoring the sting of tears in her eyes that she does her best to hold back.

"Whatever." She mutters, rolling her eyes, and storming out.

- - -

John B and Y/N sit on the dock of the chateau. They got back from finding the city of gold yesterday but haven't talked much since their father died.

"Hey." Y/N mumbles, crossing her legs, slouching.

"Hey." John B whispers.

"You okay?" Y/N asks after a few minutes.

"No." John B answers.

"Yeah." Y/N mumbles.

"I assume you're okay." John B mutters.

"Mm... no. No, not really." Y/N denies.

"I thought you hated him." John B says.

"No. Dislike, sure, but... I loved him. I just... wanted him to love me back." Y/N says. "He never really cared about me that much. Least it didn't seem like it. Always fighting, always getting brushed aside, you getting picked over me. His favoritism was definitely obvious. But him dying... watching him die... it still hurts."

"Yeah." John B mumbles, the two sitting in silence for a little bit.

"Least we're not left wondering this time." Y/N says.

"Mm-hmm." John B nods. "I'm sorry." He tells her. "For taking his side all the time. You were right a lot of the time, but I just... I took his side, anyway. Not that I love him more than you or anything, I just... it was just instinct or something. I didn't want him to get pissed at me or anything either."

"Well, you two are more alike than you think. At least when it comes to the gold sometimes. Granted, if somebody had a gun pointed at your kid, I'm sure you would give up whatever information you had a lot sooner than he did." Y/N says.

"You know I love you, right?" John B asks.

"I know." Y/N gives him a small smile. "I love you, too."

John B wraps his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side, and he kisses her on the head.

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cherryrainn · 1 year

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hey i’m wondering if you write for male reader? if you do can you write Onceler x Male reader smut? it’s perfectly cool if not, i just love your writing! make sure to stay hydrated ‼️

hey!! TYSM!! THAT MEANS SM <33 and of course i can write this for you. again, not an expert at smut but i try

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— corporate romance

onceler (greedler) x male reader

you took a deep breath as you approached onceler's office. the polished wooden door stood as a formidable barrier between you and the answer to your current dilemma. clutching a stack of papers and trying to ignore the fluttering nerves in your stomach, you reminded yourself of your worth.

working for onceler had been an opportunity filled with both challenges and excitement. you admired onceler's entrepreneurial spirit and the way he effortlessly captivated everyone around him. but deep down, there was something more than admiration. a small ember of attraction flickered in your heart, igniting a gentle crush that you had tried your best to keep hidden.

today, however, everything seemed to align—a perfect storm of bravery, necessity, and desire pushing you to take a step forward. it was time to ask onceler for a raise, a fair acknowledgement of your skills and contributions. despite the fear of rejection, the lure of a more substantial paycheck drowned out the doubts.

summoning your courage, you knocked on onceler's office door and pushed it open, revealing a spacious room adorned with eccentric decorations and the scent of freshly brewed coffee lingering in the air. onceler, with his trademark green tailcoat and expressive sun glasses and hat, looked up from his work, surprised by your presence.

"good afternoon, sir," you greeted, trying to sound confident. "can i have a moment of your time?"

onceler's gaze met yours, his eyebrows raising in curiosity. a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he leaned back in his chair, a picture of self-assuredness. "ah, my hardworking underling seeking an audience with me. what brings you here?"

you took a deep breath, steeling yourself against his charismatic charm. "i wanted to discuss my compensation, sir. i believe it's time for a raise."

onceler's eyes sparkled with amusement as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. "oh, really now? and why do you think you deserve such a favor from me? tell me why you're worth every penny of a higher salary."

you squared your shoulders, determined to present your case. "i've been working tirelessly, putting in long hours and going above and beyond to meet deadlines and exceed expectations, sir."

onceler let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "that's not how this works, dearie. as much as i would love to reward you for your efforts, it isn't about you—it's all about me."

you frowned in confusion, feeling like you were missing something. "but-"

"no, no, i know you're good at what you do," onceler said soothingly, placing a hand on your shoulder. "but that doesn't mean I'm going to pay you just because you deserve it."

your stomach twisted into knots as you felt a wave of panic rush through your mind. you trembled slightly, gripping the papers in your hands tightly. "i don't understand, sir. i thought we could be on the same page."

onceler gave you a reassuring smile. "don't worry, dear. i get these kinds of requests often. you see, there are two different ways to approach this. one is to prove your value to me. the other is to plead your case until you wear me down."

"plead my case?" you blurted out, feeling as if you were about to explode. "why can't we just talk things out like adults?"

onceler chuckled softly. "because that's not how I roll."

you stared at him wide-eyed, unable to process what he was saying. "what do you mean?"

onceler stood up from his desk, walking around behind it and leaning over the table so his face was directly in front of yours. "let me spell it out for you boy," he told you sweetly, "if you want your raise, you need to convince me to give it to you. you know how to do that, right?"

you shook your head numbly, mouth agape. "i...i don't understand, sir."

"there's nothing to understand," he replied, his voice growing stern. "we both know your worth. whether or not i decide to pay you what you think you deserve will depend entirely on your ability to sway me."

you swallowed thickly, taking another deep breath. "i'm not asking for anything unreasonable. i've done my best and i've earned a raise."

onceler put his hands on your shoulders and squeezed gently, turning your chin toward him. "and i know how well you've done. so let me show you how this works." he placed his lips on yours, kissing you deeply and passionately. the moment his tongue slid across your own, you lost control of yourself.

onceler pulled away from you, cupping your cheek and looking deep into your eyes. "see, that wasn't too bad, was it?"

you blinked rapidly, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. "i..i didn't think you'd…"

onceler chuckled, shaking his head. "shh shh, don't worry about it. my mind never wanders far. especially when i'm talking to someone as handsome as you." he leaned closer, pressing his lips to your ear. "this isn't about what i want, now is it? it's about what you want." he placed his hand on your chest, stroking your skin softly as he trailed kisses along your jawline. "so tell me, how badly do you want that raise?"

you swallowed again, your eyes darting from his face to his lips and back. the words were stuck in your throat as he pressed himself against you, kissing you more softly and slowly, his fingers tracing circles on your chest. you ran your hands up his arms, and turned your face into the crook of his neck, breathing heavily.

you bit your lip as he guided you to your knees, lowering his hips to the edge of the desk and spreading your legs. onceler's tailcoat fell to the ground, exposing his long legs and bulging crotch, the tip of his cock poking out from his waistband. you shivered, looking up at him, wanting to feel his hands on you again, the heat of his body warming you and his scent making you dizzy.

onceler cupped your chin, tilting your head to expose your neck. his gloved hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing gently. "i promised you a show, didn't I?" he murmured, letting go of you. "well, now's your chance." he smirked, reaching down and unzipping his pants. his cock sprang free, jutting proudly upward in the air, already half erect and dripping precum.

you licked your lips nervously, "you shouldn't tease me like that.."

onceler chuckled, running his hand down your chest and belly before coming to rest on the front of your pants. "i know, i know. but i wanted you to beg for it first." he grabbed your belt and undid it quickly, tugging your pants and boxers down to your ankles. "here, let's make sure you're ready." he grasped your rigid shaft in his hand, stroking it slowly while you squirmed with embarrassment. "i think you're getting very excited, aren't you?"

you whimpered softly, trying to hide your growing erection under your thighs.

onceler smiled, his hand tightening around your shaft. "then get on your knees."

you nodded, dropping to your knees and crawling to the edge of the desk. onceler's cock bobbed in front of your face. you reached out and stroked his length, feeling the heat of his arousal. "please," you whispered, "just touch me."

onceler leaned forward, pressing his lips to your cheek. "hush now," he told you, looking deep into your eyes. "you won't need any more convincing from me." he pressed his cock against your lips, making you open your mouth and suckle it.

onceler held your head still as he thrust his hips, pumping his cock in and out of your mouth. you moaned as you sucked him, your tongue swirling around his shaft and the underside of his cock, tasting the salty precum oozing from the tip. onceler groaned, his hand cupping your hair as he began to fuck your face, his fingers digging into your scalp.

he pulled away, standing up from the desk and grasping your waist. he lifted you off your knees and laid you out on the table, his hands roaming along your body, properly exposing your fully erect cock.

onceler grinned, running his fingers over your dick and balls, his thumbs brushing up and down your shaft. "my, my…you seem to be enjoying this quite a bit."

you nodded weakly, closing your eyes and trying to relax. "y-yeah, i am."

onceler smiled, bending down between your legs and kissing your stomach, trailing kisses and nips all the way up to your navel. he placed his lips on your chest, licking and sucking your nipples, before moving further down. "are you ready to finish what you started?"

you swallowed thickly, feeling hot and flushed as he bent over your waist. "huh?" you squeaked, your voice breaking as he took hold of your cock and stroked it. "sir?"

onceler chuckled, grinning at you. "of course i'm gonna make you cum. i wouldn't have been done here then, would i?" he looked down at your cock as he stroked it, smiling evilly. "although, if you don't want me to make you come, you can always stop me. that's an option."

you blushed hotly, clenching your fists as he gripped your cock. "n-no," you stammered. "i want to—"

onceler kissed your cock, blowing on it gently, and you cried out softly as he took it into his mouth. the sensation was incredible, his warm lips enveloping your sensitive flesh and the silky smoothness of his tongue trailing up and down your shaft. he swirled his tongue around the tip and sucked you deeper, his throat swallowing your entire length. you moaned loudly, arching your back as he sucked you harder, his fingers slipping beneath your balls and massaging them.

his breathing ragged as he worked you over. he released your shaft after a few seconds and moved up to kiss your lips, moaning as you moaned into his mouth. his teeth scraped your lips, and you gasped, shivering as he began to suck your cock again, his tongue swirling around the bulbous head and the shaft.

onceler's fingers slipped inside your ass, causing you to moan helplessly, your hips buckling underneath him as he fingered you. he moaned softly "do you like being fucked in your ass, my handsome little pet?" he asked, his voice hushed.

you panted, nodding frantically.

"good."

you clenched your teeth, eyes fluttering shut as he rubbed your prostate and pumped his finger in and out of your ass. you wrapped your legs around his head, pushing his mouth deeper into your groin, your fingers clawing at the desk and begging him to fuck you. you felt the familiar pressure building up, and you knew you couldn't hold it back anymore.

onceler pulled away from you, licking the tip of your cock clean and smearing your cum onto his tongue. he crawled up your body, pressing himself against you and wrapping his arms around your neck. "i'm going to come soon," he whispered softly into your ear. "be ready for it."

you nodded, panting. "i'm ready."

onceler pushed himself into your tight hole, sinking his full length into you. you cried out, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and crying out again as he filled you. he slowly pulled out, watching your cock twitch with pleasure as he let it slide out, only to slam himself back into you hard. you grunted, gasping as he drove himself into you over and over, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust.

onceler's hands roamed up and down your sides, rubbing your chest and gripping your hips. he smiled, kissing you softly. "is that what you needed?"

you mumbled something unintelligible, your mind fuzzy with lust.

onceler kissed you again, his hand sliding down your stomach and cupping your balls. "i thought so," he breathed into your ear. "it's alright, you're safe with me. you're mine."

you whimpered, biting your lip, "i'm yours."

onceler chuckled, pulling out and turning you over, he pulled you up by your hair and forced you to bend over the desk, your hands resting on the edge. he straddled you, his cock pressing against your ass. "now, let's see how much you liked that, huh?"

you whimpered, feeling his cock rub against your asshole. "it hurt," you gasped, "but it felt good too."

onceler laughed, easing himself into you. you moaned softly as he slid into you, filling you completely. onceler rocked his hips back and forth, his hand groping your ass roughly. he pushed himself deeper and deeper into you, burying his whole cock inside you and stretching you.

onceler leaned forward. "how's that feel?" he asked, his voice soft.

you moaned softly, feeling your muscles tense as he fucked you. "wonderful," you sighed.

onceler laughed, leaning forward and kissing you. he let out a low groan, shoving his cock into you with one thrust. his pace increased, his cock plunging in and out of you, his hips slapping against your ass. you pressed your hands against the desk, moaning as he fucked you, your breath coming short and fast. onceler gripped your hair again, forcing your head back and pressing his lips to your shoulder.

you whimpered, your hands trembling slightly. "more," you gasped, "i need more."

onceler growled, thrusting harder and faster into you. he pounded your ass, slamming his cock into you over and over, his balls slapping against you. you cried out, your head rolling back and your hands covering your face. you could feel your orgasm beginning to build, and you knew you couldn't hold it back.

onceler pulled out of you and knelt beside you, stroking your cock as he leaned over your back, kissing your neck and collarbone. you threw your head back, whimpering as your balls tightened and you came, shooting rope after rope of cum all over the desk. onceler moaned, shivering as he came, his cock twitching and jerking as he shot his load. he collapsed on top of you, his weight pinning you to the desk.

onceler leaned down, kissing your cheek and whispering, "nice work."

you chuckled weakly, looking down at yourself. "i'll be sore tomorrow."

onceler chuckled, kissing your lips. "don't worry about it. we have time."

you smiled, your heart racing, "so.. that raise?"

onceler smirked, rising off of you and standing up. "of course. just think, you earned that money just from being an obedient pet."

#why is it so long #y/n #onceler #the lorax #greedler #greedler x reader #reader insert #x reader #onceler x reader #smut #mlm #ask #request

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peanutpinet · 1 year

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Try Again | Idol! Jaehyun x fem nctzen

Author's note: it seems that work is only allowing me to write one fic a month and I'm so sorry guys for not writing as much as I used to. Believe me, I truly want to write more but work truly has taken my energy out and well, this story has been in my mind for a while. Probably the most angst I have ever done.

I know it's valentines and Jaehyun's birthday. Also that I still have a love-hate relationship with him but you know, I just can't help but write something in honour of his birthday. Just because this fic is angst, it doesn't mean that I want this to happen to him or anyone.

Warnings: everything in this story is completely fiction and not a depiction of what Jaehyun or his members are like. Cheating, a form of torture, pure angst (I literally cried and felt a stab in myself whilst writing), anger and physical fight. Right person wrong time sort of situation. Indirect reference of soulmates :) happy reading

[14:02pm] - It’s crazy how someone’s life can change drastically just by coincidentally meeting someone unexpectedly. Sometimes you wonder if life was just messing with you because you’ve been far too careful your whole life; to the point where you’re always unsure of every little good thing that happened in your life. Always wondering what was wrong, which part of your life will go down the drain next time and everything.

But finally, for once in your life, you finally got the taste of not worrying when everything will go wrong. All because you met the person that you were sure was practically your soulmate, Jeong Jaehyun.

The two of you met coincidentally. Jeong and NCT 127 were the brand ambassadors for the brand that you managed and somehow, when they were in town, you got the chance to meet them and even created an event altogether. What’s even more surprising was how well you and the neos connected. It was as if you were all long-lost friends. Especially you and Jaehyun.

Despite the short stay, you managed to exchange contacts with all of the neos but it was Jaehyun who kept on talking with you and somehow, throughout the times you both talked, Jaehyun has taken an interest in you. Which is why you were so surprised when the next time NCT 127 came to your country and Jaehyun asked you out on a “simple” date.

Over at Jaehyun’s end, he was also sure that you were practically his soulmate with how the two of you talked as if you’ve been friends for so long, how he managed to dream about you after a few days knowing about you, and how he felt so much warmth and comfort whenever he was around with you. That’s why Jaehyun didn’t hesitate to ask you to be his girlfriend the second time he came to your country.

Despite the rush, Jaehyun never really pressured you to quickly accept his confession. But you also feel the connection with Jaehyun; as if you two were destined to meet and be together. Which is why you accepted Jaehyun’s confession but told him that this was your first relationship and you wanted to take time to build it, which Jaehyun very much respects.

Little did you know that Jaehyun has been secretly telling his parents about you ever since you both first met. But of course, Jaehyun wouldn’t rush you to meet his parents who were excited that their son finally met someone with whom he truly feels a connection. Jaehyun instead warmed you up to his other members from NCT 127, NCT DREAM, WayV and even SMrookies along with Shotaro and Sungchan.

Jaehyun was more than relieved that his members also took a liking to you; especially the younger ones because you were closer to their age. Right when you think that everything was already going at a fast pace, Jaehyun managed to surprise you once more with a job offer from SM Korea where you’ll be provided with everything; being allowed to live with Jaehyun, being given free Korean course, additional allowances whenever you had to work overtime or even if the work is outside of the office.

While you would naturally be scared of a sudden and big change, you were willing to try and get out of your shell to explore the world out there; and it was all thanks to Jaehyun being there with you through every small or even big step.

The first time you arrived, you were definitely cultured shocked but luckily Jaehyun and the foreign members helped you adjust to your new life in Korea. And not long after, Jaehyun invited you to meet his parents and even grandmother. To your surprise, Jaehyun’s family was more than open with Jaehyun dating a foreigner and was even happy that it was with someone like you.

You had already mentally prepared yourself with whatever critique Jaehyun’s parents and grandmother had of you but shockingly, they took a liking to you and even treated you as if you were their daughter/granddaughter more than Jaehyun as their son/grandson; which of course from both you and Jaehyun’s end, it was definitely a good sign.

Everything seemed to be going well. Your relationship was growing, you had a stable job that provided you with a wide variety of knowledge that you can use should you want to have more of a side job. Heck, you and the neos have an amazing friendship/bond. Life was pretty much at its finest and you were finally allowed to live your life. Or so you thought.

It was just another typical day at work for you but it was going to be your first year anniversary with Jaehyun. The both of you wouldn’t really be seen together without any other members/staff but today, with the help of the other neos, mainly Chenle and Renjun, you managed to plan something that’ll hopefully surprise Jaehyun. But it turns out, you were the one to get the surprise first.

The three of you were just walking together after a photoshoot session and were about to get the plan into action when you all heard a conversation between what sounds to be Jaehyun with a female artist. Chenle being the nosy person he is, decided to peek through right by the corner but when he immediately gasped, both you and Renjun had to take a look at what happened and well, to say you were a loss for words was an understatement because you saw the female artist kissing Jaehyun right in the middle of the hallway.

Not knowing how to react, you just turned around and walked away. With every step you took, your speed increased that Renjun and Chenle had to blink a few times to realise what happened; immediately rushing to your side as your emotions started to burst from the bubble that you kept after so long. Eventually, the two Chinese lines of Dream decided to bring you back to Chenle’s place since you’ve stayed there every once in a while whenever NCT 127 or Jaehyun were out of town.

You had no idea what time or day it was because once Chenle and Renjun brought you back to Chenle’s house, you practically cried yourself to sleep; wondering where it all went wrong or if you were truly unallowed to be happy in this world. As you slowly woke up from your sleep, you noticed that someone was by your desk, working on their laptop. Upon sitting on your bed, you finally got a closer look at who was at your desk and it was Jaemin. Hearing you shuffle on your bed, Jaemin quickly rushed to help you sit up then gave you some water, letting you breathe whilst he tells you the whole DREAM were cooking dinner.

“Pretty bold of you to let them cook without you. Especially Mark” you tried to crack a joke, making Jaemin chuckle

“That can survive. There’s Chenle & Haechan. Are you okay? Everyone in the group already knows about it” Jaemin mentioned, eyeing you, trying to read your mind somehow

“A-are you serious?! E-everyone in NCT knows?!” you choked, immediately covering your face

“Mark and Haechan rushed with the rest of us the second Chenle told the Dream group. Haechan probably spilled something to the hyungs in 127 except for you know…and well, Chenle might’ve accidentally spilled to the WayV group. WayV also wanted to come but they had a schedule out of town. Anyways, let’s go eat first, okay? I won’t let the others question you until you’re ready” Jaemin explained, getting up from the bed until he heard you spoke

“I need to go” you stated, tears were starting to spill again

“Go? Where? Do you need snacks from the convenience store? Medicine from the pharmacy? Or perhaps…” Jaemin questioned when you stopped him

“No. I need to go home. Back to my country. I need to get out of this country. I can’t stay in the same country. Not right not at least” you stammered, drowning back to your bed covers

Sighing, Jaemin went back to sit right next to you, patting your head. “Alright. NCT DREAM will be going to your country soon anyways. But if you truly want to leave as soon as possible, I’ll take care of it. But you have to promise to at least say your goodbyes to the hyungs, write your resignation, slowly handover your work and tell his parents” Jaemin replied, patting my back

“Okay…I’ll try to get it done by next week. Hopefully. And Jaemin-ah…” you replied. “Hmm?”

“gomawo. Really. Also, I haven’t really told or ask anyone about this but I don’t think that he did it on purpose. I think that he wasn’t in the right state of mind” you admitted

“Let’s not think about it too much, alright. What happened, happened. You can’t change that. But know that it’s alright to feel any sort of emotion, alright? You’re allowed to express yourself no matter what happened. C’mon, let’s eat!” Jaemin replied, smiling as he helped you go and eat with the other dream members who were all very kind in not forcing you to tell them anything until you want to

Johnny’s POV

The second I suddenly received a picture from Chenle, I knew something was off. While Chenle and I have personally messaged each other than being apart of an NCT U or same schedule, it was very rare. When I opened the message, I noticed that it was a forwarded message and after getting a close look, it was a picture of someone who I never thought would’ve done something this outrageous.

I was sure that everyone who received the picture must’ve had the same reaction as I do. Disappointment, anger and confusement. I mean, who wouldn’t be when your best friend whom you consider as your brother and whom you’ve trusted to take care and date someone who you consider as your sister would betray her like this?! It frustrate me to see Jaehyun kissing some new female artist, basically cheating on (y/n).

Immediately, I asked Chenle how is (y/n) and after reading his response, it was enough for me to confront Jaehyun myself. I could care less if this might ruin our friendship or even our group but I needed to know for myself about what happened. So without thinking or telling my other members, I went to Jaehyun’s place.

Arriving at his place, I knocked on the door and ironically, the person that opened the door was the man himself. Without any exchange of words, I lunged at Jaehyun, punching him until he fell to the ground, blood coming out from both his mouth and on my hand, drawing attention to everyone in his house.

Before his parents could question me or even scold me for what happened, I showed them the picture I received from Chenle. “This is how you treat someone who has been hurt? Who has given their trust to you when they have trust issues?! You disgust me Jeong Jaehyun” I scolded as Jaehyun’s mom took my phone to see the picture for herself.

“Where is she?! Does she know?! Hyung, I swear, it was just an accident” Jaehyun tried to reason but I scoffed at his answer

“Accident or not, you weren’t drunk. Maybe if you were drunk we could talk this out but it’ll take a lot to make you drunk. You don’t deserve to know where she is; nor her condition. Mr, Mrs Jeong, sorry for interrupting dinner” I blantly replied, slightly bowing and was about to take my leave until I felt a strong grip on my wrist.

“Where is she? She’s at Chenle’s house, isn’t she?!” Jaehyun demanded, looking angry but instead, I gripped him by his neck and pushed him to the wall

“What if she is? You’re going to try to explain to her? To make amends with her? Giver her gifts? Charm her again? Make it so you’re the victim? Or perhaps you’re going to take advantage of her feelings to feel something again? Wake up, Jaehyun. You can’t get away with everything” I snapped, finally about to leave. “Oh, just for your information. Since you wanted to know so badly. She’s leaving” I stated, taking my leave before I was questioned again

Ever since Johnny confronted Jaehyun, all the other neos didn’t bother to talk to him but instead made sure that you were all ready to leave back to your country. You were lucky because the management allowed you to go and the DREAM members even go with you back to your country because they had a schedule there.

You were more than thankful for each of the neos to be there for you, to help you with your resignation, back you up and even settled back down. Unfortunately, the dreamies had to leave sooner than you’d like but you all still contact each other every day. You were also lucky to be able to transferred to the SM of your country. But there was a downside to it.

The downside is not long after the dreamies left, you were given a special job upon a special request and if you don’t accept it, let’s just say that the whole event will be cancelled. What’s more is that you knew who was the one that requested you.

Setting your personal feelings aside, you gave in and accepted the job. You were told that the job would be out of town and you will be given your own hotel room for 3 days and 2 nights. You will also be given additional allowance to cover your needs throughout your stay.

A few days later, you finally flew out of town for your special job. Upon landing, you were contacted by the driver that’ll pick you up and after meeting with the driver, who apparently came with an escort, you were escorted to the hotel. Making your way to the front desk and providing your information, the desk manager gave you your keys and made sure that a staff help you with your bags.

Arriving to your room, you thank the staff for helping you bring your things and inside, you immediately set your bag down, amazed with the room because it wasn’t just a room, it was a wholeass suite that you were staying.

As you explored the room, you noticed that there were several gifts lying around in the bathroom and even on your bed. Opening the gift in the bathroom, you were shocked to find an array of toiletries from body wash, body lotion, perfume from Jo Malone an in the scent that you loved so much. In addition, there was also a card with a handwritten note. “I know how much you love this scent and everytime I walked by the store or even see this scent, I always think of you. Happy belated Christmas and valentines day, dimple. All I hope is that you would give me a chance to talk” - with love, J

Putting the gift back, you went back to the bedroom area and opened the other gift that you were certain was from Jaehyun as well. Opening it, you were just as shocked as the previous gift because, in this box, you were gifted with a stunning medium-length black dress with sleeves and a flowy skirt along with a small gold heart pendant, a black shoulder bag and black loafers. Along with this gift, there was another note. “Just this one time, please accompany me for the event and hear me out. I promise that I’ll respect whatever decision you decide afterwards” - Jae

Knowing that you don’t really have a choice, you got ready, put on light makeup and put your hair in a low ponytail, got dressed and made your way to Jaehyun’s room which you were told to go to by Jaehyun’s manager.

Knocking on the door, you were greeted by the prada staff which you knew from the clothes they wore with the embroidery. As I went in, the door to the bathroom was unlocked and it revealed Jaehyun already in his tailored suit which was more classic yet casual outfit. Jaehyun wore a simple black turtleneck with matching smart pants and leather boots. His hair was an ashy gray colour, styled in a more relaxed slicked back, with some pieces hanging down to frame his face; looking effortlessly handsome.

As Jaehyun was getting his final touch-ups, you decided to stand a few feet from him, telling him about his whole schedule throughout the day and what are all the things that you would be assisting. Throughout the explanation, Jaehyun has been professional. Asking you questions about the even and the after-party and all his questions are definitely professional. Unfortunately, just when you thought that you were done and was about the excuse yourself, Jaehyun stopped you.

Now that he has finished all of his touch-ups, he stood up and directed you to sit down and his glam team to add-on to your makeup and also style your hair. Without questioning, the staff got to work as Jaehyun slightly directed them on the style because he said that you would accompany him throughout the night so you had to look presentable.

Once the glam team was done, both you and Jaehyun thanked them and Jaehyun also politely asked them to leave because he wants to discuss something confidential with you. Noticing his tone, his team bowed to him, tidied their things, and immediately left the room so it was just you and Jaehyun. Alone.

Taking a deep breath, you knew that you were going to have to face him someday. Jaehyun walked closer to you, stopping once he was behind you, rubbing your shoulders lovingly; a habit that he picked up whenever he was going to discuss something deep with you or whenever he was anxious. But instead of words filling the empty room, it was filled with heavy breathing and sobs. Tears started to drop on your bare neck and collarbone.

“Please. Say something. Get angry, curse at me, call me anything. Hit me even. Please…” Jaehyun cried, almost as if he was begging, his hands moved to grip the chair that you were sitting on

“Jae…stop, okay. You have an event and we have to leave very soon” you sighted, turning to face him, grabbing some tissues and wiping his tears but stopped when he held your hand

“why won’t you confront me? scold me? I hurt you” Jaehyun asked, caressing your hand

“yes, you hurt me but part of me still believes that that girl was the one that forced herself on you, that maybe, you weren’t in the right state of mind. But the other part of me also knew that you were most probably capable to push away” you replied, pulling your hand away but Jaehyun immediately gripped it back

“You’re right. While she did trick me into the kiss, I was well aware on what happened but I didn’t realise what actually happened until it actually happened. And I’m truly sorry for it. Johnny came that night and made me realise what I did but when I tried to get to you, I was too late. My parents were more than disappointed in me. I know that I don’t deserve your forgiveness because I too don’t think that I’ll forgive myself. But I truly want to explain the truth” Jaehyun explained, holding your hands tightly

“Jae…forgiving you was the easy part. Forgetting what you did is something else. At least answer me this. Did you ever truly care about me? Actually, love me? Or was it all just because of our similarities? Or perhaps because you were pressured?” you asked, not even wanting to meet Jaehyun’s eyes

“If I’m going to be completely honest, in the beginning, I wanted to see where the relationship would go. If I was just fantasizing too much because the amount of dreams I’ve had of you were absurd and it just pushed me to go and reached out to you. But as we went on, I truly did fall for you. With your personality. How you were independent yet dependent on me. You were ignorant about all the gossip but caring towards others. How you seemed cold but is actually one of the most heartwarming person I’ve ever known. You’re curious but wise at the same time. Whatever happened, please know that my feelings for you were valid. That I truly fell for you but I was too worried and scared that it was all too good to be true. Until I hurt you” Jaehyun admitted

Luckily for you, Jaehyun’s manager came and told the both of you that you had to leave. Right when Jaehyun was distracted, you pulled your hand away and immediately agreed with his manager. But secretly, you were relieved because if you had stayed longer and Jaehyun kept on talking, you might actually caved and give him another chance then and there.

Without even sparing Jaehyun another glance, you went ahead with his manager, Jaehyun following behind the both of you. Along the way to the car, Jaehyun’s manager filled you in on the people and things you need to keep in mind whilst accompanying him throughout the entire day which made you scream internally because you were practically stuck with Jaehyun 24/7 except sleeping or going to the bathroom.

Luckily, the event went by quickly because there were times when you had to be directly involved with the conversation; some even saying that the two of you looked like a pair which immediately you declined. After the event, there was still the dinner after which the both of you had to attend; which was also held at a private beach club.

Fortunately, you didn’t have to participate in any of the conversations Jaehyun was having. Deciding that you need a break from the crowd and sort your thoughts, you went and walked along the beach where there was little to no one there because it was already late at night.

As you were walking along the beach, you started to remember all the good times that you and Jaehyun had. The first time you both met, you were just like every other fangirl when they first met their idol or someone that admire. As someone who tries to not get attached to someone else, you were always worried that you would get hurt but when the universe sent Jaehyun, it was as if you finally learnt to fully put your trust in someone.

Those times Jaehyun would show any sort of worry or affection, you couldn’t help but appreciate them because all this time, you were the one that always took the initiative. You were never someone who gets the other side of the rainbow. Even when the two of you were apart and you were still unsure of Jaehyun’s feelings towards you, Jaehyun always made an effort to show his affection. He isn’t someone that says a lot but he would always find ways to showcase his appreciation for you. Whether it be through his Instagram stories, the gifts that he send or even staying up late just to hear you ramble about your day.

Not far from where you were standing, you notice a couple were having fun dancing in the sand under the moonlight, not caring about the dinner that was going on or whether anyone else was judging them; it reminded you of the first time you joined Jaehyun in one of the training rooms. Not caring that it was past midnight or if the both of you had a long tiring day. Because at that moment, being with each other was well worth it.

Deciding to hear out what more Jaehyun has to say, you decided to go and find him; wanting nothing more but to trust in fate rather than regretting everything one day later. However, when you saw Jaehyun, you saw him with another woman who was definitely gorgeous and her clothes perfectly showed off her amazing body. Though you couldn’t really see clearly, you saw that Jaehyun’s face got closer to the woman as she slowly tilted her head, probably giving Jaehyun more access.

Perhaps it was all in your mind but you remembered that if someone can cheat on you once, they can surely do it another time. And this time, you don’t want to know what Jaehyun and that woman were doing. You blamed yourself for thinking that everything Jaehyun said that morning actually mean something.

Wiping your tears, you started to leave. Wanting nothing more but to go back to your room, pack your things and book the first flight back home. To hell that Jaehyun wouldn’t attend the rest of the event of the week because all that matters right now was holding onto what little hope you had for yourself; to take care of yourself first and foremost.

As you were rushing to find the exit, you accidentally bumped into a drunk man. Though you apologized, the drunk man didn’t just want an apology. Instead, they gripped your wrist tightly but luckily you immediately defended yourself, kicking them at their weak spot and immediately escaping.

Unfortunately, the man grabbed your ankle before you could completely escape from his grasp. Shouting for Jaehyun, you fell and your head accidentally hit a rather sharp object, making your whole system all over the place. Instead of letting you off, the man dragged you to the sea, wanting to get rid of any evidence that might’ve caused damage to his reputation.

Because you were injured and scared of the sea, your body practically gave up on you and allowed the water and darkness slowly consuming you. Memories of Jaehyun helping you get used to the deep water, and being there for you whenever you started to feel anxious and suffocated were the last thing you could remember before mouthing a “sorry”.

Jaehyun’s POV

Tonight was supposed to be the night when I would make things right. I could care less if anyone would see what I would be doing. If anyone would record anything or if the news would blow up about the fact that I had a lover all this time. None of that matters anymore because all I care was to tell (y/n) everything. About how I have felt all this time, how much I needed her because just like my dimples, I’m nothing without her. I’d beg her on my knees if I had to.

All those days without her felt like hell. Everything felt empty. Even though my members were still pissed at me, most of them pitied me. They would be the ones that update me about her status and oftentimes, I find myself scrolling through all the pictures we had together or even looking at her social media to find any sort of update about her.

But unfortunately, after the incident in my room this morning, (y/n) wouldn’t even spare me a glance at all. Every time I tried to reach out to her or even say a word, she would turn away. The only time she would respond was when we were having a conversation with the other guests. Even now during dinner, she would try her best to escape the crowd, and me. But I’ve let her go once, I’m not going to let her go out of my grasp without at least knowing how much I regretted my action and would spend the rest of my life trying to atone for myself and live with the guilt.

After drinking the champagne in one go, I immediately excused myself from the crowd, secretly following (y/n) away from the crowd. Making sure that there was enough distance so that she could have her space but not far enough so that if anything happens, I could be there for her.

Unfortunately, the one time I was distracted was when everything went wrong. A female guest tried their best to get to me, even trying to show off her “assets” but if anything, I was turned off, disgusted even. Even after I turned her down, she was persistent and started to touch my arm but I quickly instinctively gripped her throat. Tilting her head, she probably thought that I was finally going to blow off some steam. Well, she was probably right, but I had a different idea of blowing off my steam.

The grip on her throat got tighter as I made my face closer to her ear. “I’m only going to warn you this once. No one gets to touch me like that except for my girl. And luckily for me, you’re not my girl. Now leave while I’m being nice” I growled, pushing the woman away as she coughed for breath whilst I took my leave, immediately searching for (y/n) who was gone from my sight.

Running around, I scanned all the surroundings, trying to find (y/n). Anxiety started to bubble up with every second passing and not seeing (y/n) in sight. Right when I was about to leave to find (y/n) outside of the venue, I heard a faint scream of my name. Perhaps I was crazy but it truly sounded like a scream; more so, (y/n)’s scream.

Trusting my guts, I ran to find where the source of the scream and stopped when I saw a drunk man walking away from the sea, holding what seems to be (y/n)’s bag. Worry and anger consumed me as I confronted the drunk man, punching him until he was unconscious. Taking the bag, I opened it and this time, fear was the one that took control.

Dropping the bag, I scanned the sea to hopefully find some sort of sign to prove whether or not my worst nightmare was actually happening. Squinting a bit, I noticed some bubbles on the surface. Without thinking, I took off my coat, shoes and socks and jumped into the sea, swimming to where the bubble was at.

Upon getting closer, I started to smell some blood. Taking a deep breath, I dived in and what I saw confirmed one of my worst nightmares. (y/n) drowning and the blood that I smelt came from her. Without wasting any time, I swam deeper, praying that when I got her and bring her back to shore, she would make it.

After months of not holding her, this is not what I had hoped when I held her body close to me. When I arrived back at shore, I immediately gained multiple attention but none of that matters to me. I shouted for someone to call emergency help while I tried my best to perform CPR. I didn’t know how long was I performing CPR but that was all I could do whilst praying for this universe to not take her away from me.

“Fuck…(y/n), wake up. Don’t you dare leave me. Not when I haven’t apologised properly. Not when I haven’t done anything to get you back. Not when I haven’t begged for your forgiveness. Fuck. Punish me all you want just please don’t take her from me” I begged this universe to give me another chance or to exchange myself for her because to me, she deserves to live much more than me

As if the universe heard me, (y/n) started to cough out the water she accidentally consumed and right on time, the medical team arrived. Sighing with relief, I finally cried when the medical team told me that she was going to be alright. In addition, they told me to come with them so that I would know her updates and also for me to get a checkup.

Luckily, right when we were about to leave, my manager found me. He scolded me about how worried he was when neither me nor (y/n) answered his texts or phone call. But upon seeing both mine and (y/n)’s condition, my manager sighed and accompanied me to the hospital, requesting to the hospital to get a VIP room for the both of us and updated on what happened to the company.

Arriving at the hospital, the emergency staff immediately directed us to the VIP room and get (y/n) treated asap whilst I was having a check-up. After confirming that I was alright but still have to stay overnight to rest, the doctor and nurse left me with my manager. Right when I was about to explain myself, my manager just nagged me to shower and change which I obeyed.

Once I was changed and dried, my manager told me that (y/n) is stable and is already moved to the VIP room where I would also be sleeping. I looked over at my manager for any sign of discomfort but instead, he told me to follow him and the staff.

Right when we entered the room, the nurse that was taking care of (y/n) told us about her condition and excused herself; also letting us know to push the emergency button should we need anything. Thanking her, my manager immediately locked the door as I went to (y/n)’s side, grabbing one of her hands and cried at her state; blaming myself for hurting her again.

“This is all my fault, isn’t it? I’m always the one that hurt you in this relationship. I didn’t mean any of those, I swear. I’m so fucking sorry” I sobbed, kissing (y/n)’s hand

“Jaehyun. What you did was definitely wrong. But I doubt what happened just now was your fault. No one knew what could’ve happened. It was just wrong timing” my manager tried to reason with me

“It’s all still my fault hyung. I was the one that cheated on her but I don’t want to let her go. I was the one that forced her to come with me and because she was nice and cared more about the fans seeing me, she came and accompanied me” I ranted, still looking at (y/n)

“Yes, you hurt her by cheating on her and I know that you’ll spend the rest of your life trying to atone for it but I’m sure that if she didn’t care for you, she also wouldn’t have done it” my manager reminded me

“B-but, what if…” I was about to argue but I felt (y/n)’s hand grip my hand, snapping me out of the conversation

“(y/n)….a-are you…” I mumbled as I saw (y/n) opened her eyes, instantly making me cry

“T-thank you. Thank you for fighting. I’m s-so so sorry. I’d do anything to rewind time and make things right. You can hate me all you want but please don’t scare me like that. I’d rather sacrifice anything and even myself just to see you back to your sweet, loving, and even childish self” I cried as I felt (y/n)’s hand caress my head

“J-jae…” (y/n) breathed out, trying to sit up but I immediately helped her

“I’ll leave you both to have your privacy. Just don’t forget to call me, Jaehyun!!” my manager commented as he left the room, leaving me and (y/n) together

When Jaehyun’s manager left, you didn’t utter a word because you were confused on the situation. You really thought that Jaehyun didn’t care for you and only cared about trying to get every girl he finds attractive. But if you don’t even shared your own thoughts, how is Jaehyun going to know anything?

“I thought you had a date or something” you managed to mumble

“D-date?! I never even had the thought to be with someone else after the incident” Jaehyun replied, holding your hands in his

“You were with that girl at the beach. I saw it” you replied back

“Girl at the…oh her?! She was being very persistent but I was getting annoyed. I told her to back off and even somewhat choked her to threaten her. I swear I didn’t do anything with her” Jaehyun explained

“How do I know that you’re not lying” you replied back, looking down

“I’d beg on my knees right now. I swear on my life that I’m not lying” Jaehyun stated, already standing and getting on his knees

“I, I’m sorry, Jae. I truly don’t know how to trust you again. Even if you beg, I’m not sure if I can fully trust you. I know that you’ve done so many good things but the one time you hurt me was one of the worst ways” you admitted, Jaehyun’s breathing immediately gotten heavier

“I know what I did was wrong. And I know I’ve said this before but I truly regret what happened. Whether I was in the wrong state of mind or not. I know I don’t deserve any of your forgiveness but I just hoped and wished that perhaps we could start over. Just as friends” Jaehyun stuttered

“As much as I want to hate you. I can’t, Jaehyun. Even during the last moments of being dragged to the sea, all I could remember was you teaching me to swim. The warmth you gave me. The idea that you would be there for me. I’d be lying to myself to say that I didn’t miss any of those. When I walked along the beach, I saw a couple that were just in their own little world. It reminded me of all those domestic things we did. Even at the company where practically everyone knows about us. As much as I want to go back to the way things were, every time I try to imagine it all, I was constantly reminded of what you did” you let out, Jaehyun shakingly wrapped his arms around you

“I know. And I will forever live with that burden and guilt throughout the rest of my life” Jaehyun breathed out, starting to cry as well

“Don’t live like that Jaehyun. You deserve to be happy as well” you replied, cupping Jaehyun’s cheek

“I don’t deserve it. Not when I was the one that took your happiness. No matter how long, I’ll always try to atone for what I did” Jaehyun sighed

“You can just move on. There are many other girls prettier, smarter, and have a better personality than me. Why don’t you just move on? What’s keeping you? Are you haunted by me? Are the members threatening you?” you cried

“How can I ever move on? You were the best thing that could’ve ever come into my life. And there is nothing to blame but myself for ruining it” Jaehyun replied, his laughter was dry

“What if I moved on? What will you do? Don’t live with this guilt, Jaehyun” you reasoned

“If you moved on? If you’re happy because of someone that’s not me? I’ll gladly accept it as my punishment for hurting you in this lifetime and take it with me to the next life where I will find you and make it up to you. If that doesn’t happen, I swear upon my entire life that I will always find you and make sure that you’re happy. Even if it’s not because of me. Because at least seeing you happy will allow me to slowly forgive myself. Seeing you alive and well will bring me comfort that at least I was part of your life that comforted and protected you. Till the end of time, even if I’m not yours forever. You will always be my forever only, dimple” Jaehyun cried just as you did in his arms. Both of you want nothing more but to forget about the bad memories and try again.

Lil bits of author's note: this was a self-indulgent and experiment writing on how angst I can make a story without any actual character death. Safe to say, I want to rip my own heart out :) Also, yes, I did leave the ending more of an open-end because I don't want to force anything. Hope you understand.

Anyways, happy valentines day to everyone and happy birthday to my forever only love-hate member, Jeong Jaehyun 🫶. I hope you are all doing well and feeling well. Physically, mentally and emotionally (not after this fic hahaha). Stay safe and healthy. Always be happy :) vinet

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danikamariewrites · 8 months

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hi there!!! how are you?? hope everything is fine 🫶🏻🫶🏻

now, i was thinking something, i started to listen to taylor swift (I'm obsessed with her, and I love her so much 😭❤️‍🩹), and i just know that Aelin would be one of her biggest fans and also reader.

so imagine modern rowaelin taking reader to a taylor concert, like it was her dream and they would do anything for her 😭😭

SENDING LOVE!!! LOVE U!!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

Eras Tour headcanon

Modern!Rowaelin x reader

A/n: they absolutely would be swiftys and would have a great time at this concert

When Taylor announced the Eras Tour you were so unbelievably excited

You ran into Rowan’s home office demanding a meeting in the living and then went to Aelin’s office demanding the same thing

You already had the power point set up on the tv as to why the three of you should go to the tour

The two of them sat, letting you finish your presentation with huge smiles on their face

Yeah Aelin and Rowan are Taylor fans and would go obviously but you felt the need to convince them

“And that concludes why we should go to the Eras tour. Thank you. Questions, concerns, hopes, dreams?”

“Obviously we’re gunna go!” Aelin yelled and you both jumped up and down holding hands screaming

The two of you looked to Rowan waiting for his answer, “What ever makes my girls happy. And I love Taylor too. I’m obviously dressing as Midnights.”

You all register for the presale and buy something from her website to give you a boost

By the grace of the Gods Rowan got the email with a presale codes

Aelin was so happy she started crying

The day of the presale you all took the day off work

The three of you got up early, you made a starbucks run while Aelin went and got food and Rowan sat in the living room watching his laptop with Ticketmaster open (we all sat there and watched Ticketmaster an hour before don’t lie)

You were so anxious you could barley eat

You and Aelin did chug your coffees tho which you might regret later

When it was time you were all yelling at the computer to load

Then the worst thing happened….Ticketmaster froze and no one knew what was happening

“What happened? Rowan what did you touch?” “Nothing Aelin! It just did that.” “No no no no no no no no WHAT IF WE DONT GET TICKETS!” “DONT SAY THAT Y/N!”

Of course you and Aelin scroll TikTok to find out what happened

You both made sure Rowan kept his eyes on the computer

When you jumped to the front of the line and could buy tickets you started screaming

“WE CAN CELEBRATE AFTER LETS GET THESE FUCKERS!” You yell

Rowan quickly picked out 3 floor seats bc they have money and want this to be a fun experience

And when he hit purchase and actually had the tickets the screaming started again

You were relieved and so very tired

So tired that you and Aelin ended up napping on the couch together for 3 hours

Now the real fun begins

Waiting for the show and picking/making your outfits is sm fun

Rowan goes as Midnights and Aelin can’t believe he picked a fun sparkly blue outfit

Aelin goes as reputation and has the coolest snake bodysuit

You go as Fearless and wear a gold sparkly dress with white boots

When the day came you were all so excited

You drew 13 on your hand and Rowan and Aelin’s

You got to the stadium super early

Got the merch you wanted (all 3 of you got the blue crew neck and a tshirt)

When Taylor took the stage you and Aelin didn’t stop screaming and singing and jumping around

Rowan obviously sang and danced with you guys

You cried during Marjorie

The surprise songs were your favorites

When the show was over you were dead tired

You couldn’t feel your feet and Aelin was begging Rowan to carry her

Rowan had made sure to hire a car for the night so you guys wouldn’t have to worry about driving home

He definitely carried both of you to the car

You were both falling asleep on his shoulder until he suggested McDonalds

The driver stopped and you got so much food

You pig out until you get home

When you get home it’s 1 am and you don’t even think you can change

The three of you just wash your face and strip passing out in a heap on the bed

#throne of glass #throne of glass headcanons #throne of glass imagine #throne of glass fanfic #throne of glass fic #throne of glass fanfiction #throne of glass x reader #rowan whitethorn #rowan whitethorn x you #rowan whitethorn x reader #aelin throne of glass #Rowan throne of glass #aelin x reader #aelin galathynius #Aelin x you #poly!rowaelin headcanon #poly!rowaelin x reader #poly!Rowaelin x you

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wildissylupus · 1 month

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Can't believe I haven't done this yet but MW!New Blood's, let's go. Also I'm leaving Cassidy and Zarya last cause I've already talked about MW!Cassidy and Zarya already has a skin.

Anyway here we go;

Honestly Hana is easy for me to do as I already know why she would become a villain and join Talon. Hana was a gamer and a teenager when she was chosen for MEKA, so all you really need to do for her is make her less loyal to her country and more angry that she was cheated out of her teenage years. You could also probably add D.Mon and/or Dae-hyun getting injured or killed in a mission and bam, you got MW!D.Va. Personality wise I think she'd still be like she is in canon, except a lot crueler. I also think that in this universe she would have seeked Cassidy out to join Talon instead of the other way around. I also think that her and MW!Cassidy would have the same bitter outlook of their past and attitude towards the people involved with that past.

Pharah is probably the only MW!New Blood character I see not joining Talon and maybe even still joining Overwatch, mainly because the opposite of Fareeha wouldn't really be evil, the opposite of Fareeha would be a version of her who never wanted to be like her mother. Who despised what her mother did and everything she stood for, I honestly see this version of Pharah being very similar to canon Baptiste, except maybe a little more morally corrupt. In all honesty I could also see a MW!Pharah running a gang, maybe she takes over this worlds Deadlock gang? It would fit with the biker theme that Pharah already has in canon. I also think she would have taken her father's last name.

Baptiste, I honestly think there are two ways you can go with his character. One is that he joined Overwatch first but then left for Talon, probably having a similar storyline the Reaper in that regard, or he joined Talon and just... never left. Honestly I think this depends on what they do with MW!Sombra, but looking at the sprays and stuff I think they are putting her in a similar situation to Cassidy, meaning she was never a part of Talon. So the first option is most likely and the most interesting if we put MW!Mauga into the mix as always being an OW agent too. Basically there would be so much drama. Anyway I think MW!Baptiste's personality would mostly stay the same as canon, just with an evil twist on it. Also unlike with Cassidy I consider Baptiste's Scorpion skin as his Mirrorwatch skin cause it's a cool skin and actually fits the theme. I hate that Longhorn skin sm

Zarya, Zarya is the only one who has an offical mirrorwatch skin so I'll be looking into that for her characterisation. In Zarya's skin she has prominent veins on her arm which implies that she was undergone augmentation, most likely to make herself stronger. It honestly wouldn't surprise me if it was Vengeance. I think this version of Zarya either never became a soldier or put her own morals aside to be a soldier. Either way I think this version of Zarya never grew out of that blind loyalty that Zarya initially had, so maybe the reason Zarya is with Talon in this universe is because Katya Volskaya is with Talon in this universe?

I've already talked about MW!Cassidy so this will be a general thing. I do genuinly think that the reversed version of Cassidy would be an elite Talon member, Angela's second-in-command, someone who doesn't believe people can change for the better and constantly runs from his past instead of learning from. I also believe that this version of Cassidy would hold grudges and let his personal feelings get in the way of some missions. I think he'd be a gambling type, taking risks he knows he can handle, but he'd be less adaptable then the Cassidy in canon.

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my-own-walker · 1 year

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Hello! Can I please request an angst with Kit Walker x female reader where they're both inmates in Briarcliff and Kit protects her by taking the blame for something she did and therefore taking the caning punishment meant for her as well? Thank you!!

One For Yes, Two For No

warnings: LIKE MAAAAJOOORR TW for s3lf h@rm... light sm*t, violence, asylum angst, weapons, etc.

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Bakery shifts were never a good idea for someone like me.

I loved to be out of my room for a while. To be able to do something productive for a change. Baking was something I used to do with my mother before I got thrown in here.

Sundays were when the house smelled best. We would open the windows and begin the noble pursuit, baking the entire day. It was one of the only true joys of my life.

My mother was my best friend. Someone I could spend endless time with and never tire. She was the only person I trusted in the world. Things I would tell her would go to her grave, she promised.

Until the mother I loved so much dropped me off here. All I did was tell the truth.

I don't know when it started. I don't think there was an explicit beginning to the feeling. Suddenly getting out of bed in the morning was a task. I cried over everything and nothing. I switched between feelings of utter apathy and all-consuming anguish.

The only time I felt good was when I'd hurt myself. It started with 'kitchen accidents.' Little intentional clumsy moments would result in me bleeding or burned. It sent electricity through my body in a way I can't explain. It took the numb feeling away for a moment.

It got worse. I became addicted to the feeling and treated myself like a human cutting board. My mother took notice of the butchery I was committing to myself and I immediately fessed up. She said she would help me. That we would figure it all out, together.

What good that did.

Briarcliff became my home, against my will. Honesty was my downfall. My mother had betrayed me.

So bakery shifts brought back painful memories. And put me in a situation in which I could harm myself. Sister Jude called it exposure therapy. I called it blatant malpractice. It wasn't healthy to have me near knives and hot ovens.

It was a particularly hard day mentally when I decided to steal a knife. These stupid nuns and orderlies. Obviously, my therapy wasn't working.

My mental state had gotten worse over the previous days due to a separate factor.

Kit Walker.

A similar fate had befallen him, leaving him stranded here, among the crazies. I immediately took pity on him. He was a deer in headlights in this place, and I truly believed that he didn't do what he was thrown in for. I had never seen anyone look at me with such honesty when claiming they were innocent. There was no way he was a killer. No way.

Being on his side, we spent a considerable amount of time together. We plotted our escape. We tried to figure out how to prove his innocence. He, for some inexplicable reason, made me feel better. Less depressed. Apathy took a vacation.

Our relationship came to an inevitable boiling point.

He found a junk closet in the medical ward, just steps away from Arden's office, but we didn't care. Hungry hands clawed at clothing, our lips seeming to fit together like two puzzle pieces. He lifted me like a ragdoll, sitting me on one of the shelves as he stuck a broom under the door handle.

'Fuck, Kit,' I moaned.

'Shhhh, Y/N, we have to be quiet,' Kit scolded in a hushed tone. 'Knock once for yes, two times for no.'

Between each touch, each advancement, Kit paused. I would knock accordingly, letting him proceed. His hand hovered over the hem of my panties, eyes asking to pull them down. I knocked once.

Before I knew it he was inside of me.

It didn't last long. It was desperate. Starved. Animal. We needed each other and we needed it badly.

He pulled out and rested his forehead on mine, chuckling softly. I could feel the sweat on his brow.

'I'm usually uh-' he started coyly, 'better at that...'

I giggled like a schoolgirl. Pulling him closer to me and beginning to kiss him. Down his neck. I unbuttoned his shirt, peppering kisses down his chest. Stomach. Then...

The door swung open.

'What the hell are you two doing!?' Arden exclaimed. I snapped upright. Kit started to pull himself together. 'Are you trying to make murderer babies?'

'Dr. Arden, we-' Kit began.

Arden stepped forward and snatched me off my perch by my waist, hoisting me out of the closet.

'Disgusting slut!' he exclaimed, dragging me into his office. He threw me down onto his couch restraining me with rope. Then he left, slamming the door behind him, presumably going to get Kit.

After minutes went by, he returned with Frank in tow, freeing me.

'Take her to isolation,' Arden ordered.

I spent a day or two alone in my cell, wondering what he did to Kit. How he was doing. If he was even still alive. Then, I was released. Sent on to bakery duty. As if nothing had happened.

If there was no Kit, there was no point in going on. He was my only glimmer of godforsaken hope in that place and he was gone. I swiped a knife at the end of the shift.

I would have gotten away with it, too, if I didn't drop it. It clattered to the floor in the most unforgiving way, turning every orderly and nun's attention in the immediate vicinity to me.

In a flash, I was in Sister Jude's office. My hands were bound. I cried softly to myself, head down. She paced in front of me, tutting her tongue.

'Whatever will we do with you, troublemaker?' she spat.

'I'm sorry Sister Jude, I can't help myself,' I sobbed.

'Oh you can't, can you? You can't abstain long enough so you resort to killing yourself? He's a murderer, Y/N.'

'But I love him!' I cried.

'Bring him in,' she motioned toward the orderly at the door. 'He can see you get punished.'

My head snapped toward the door, watching as Kit was brought in, bound at the wrists and ankles. He had bruises all over his face and tears in his eyes.

'Y/N...' he breathed. 'I'm sorry.'

'I'm sorry too, Kit,' I whispered.

'Since Y/N here thinks life isn't worth living without Kit Walker, I think we should make a more permanent arrangement for her in the isolation ward. Then, maybe, she can see that she can be alone. Forever.' Sister Jude declared.

'Y/N, you tried to hurt yourself?' Kit asked quietly, horror evident on his face.

I couldn't tell the truth in front of Jude, she would cane and isolate me for sure.

'No,' I cried, knocking once on my chair.

He looked confused, then recognition set in. He knew the truth. Tears rolled down his cheeks.

'Did you want to kill yourself?' he asked, crying.

I shook my head, knocking twice on the chair. The truth. I didn't want to die, I just needed to take the edge off.

'Sister Jude, I have a confession to make,' Kit started.

'Oh? What's that?' she replied condescendingly.

'I told Y/N to take the knife,' he said through tears. 'We were plotting in the supply closet. I wanted her to take it so I could try to get out of here.' He let out a sob.

I looked at him, panicked. He was taking the fall for me.

'Sister Jude I-' I began. I was interrupted by two knocks. 'No.' Kit was really trying to protect me.

'Is this true, Y/N?' Sister Jude asked.

'Y- yes,' I replied, tears streaming down my face. 'He - he scares me. I just do what he tells me to. It's all been a ruse!'

'I see...' Jude trailed off. 'Get up, Y/N. Go stand by the door. Kit, up. Bend over the desk.'

I scampered over to the door, tears blurring my vision. Kit looked back at me. I love you, he mouthed, it's okay.

'Now, Kit, for threatening Y/N, sneaking off, and plotting to escape, I see....100 lashes with my largest cane...and 3 days in isolation would befit a good punishment for you.' Jude said. 'Y/N, watch as justice is served.' She seemed so satisfied with herself.

I winced with each strike that hit him. My heart breaking for him.

The only thing that mattered to me at that moment was him. We loved each other, and he was willing to protect me. Something no one else in my life had ever done for me.

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Not a happy ending but really, are there any with AHS Asylum content? It's quite a miserable season lol. Thanks for the request! Again, my inbox is open for more.

#kit walker angst #kit walker x reader #kit walker x female reader #kit walker #evan peters x female reader #evan peters fic #evan peters #evan peters oneshot

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aermageddon · 10 months

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anon back from a week ago re: bbh being a messy bitch who likes drama and his ability to shape his fans opinions. still would love your take on this topic if you don't mind

i am sooo sorry omg i have the attention span of an alcoholic toddler!!!! yes ok so I don't have that many examples on hand because i'm not a library of exo content, all my bookmarks on twt are a mess ugh

but re: manipulation and what i would actually call being an expert at exploiting an atmosphere but everyone else calls being an attention whore

exhibit A: him "drunk texting" fans on bubble during exo fanmeet in april. mind you this was right in the middle of the legal battle with SM which we had no idea about at the time. fans were so emotional - first exo performance as a full group in over 3 years, baekhyun fresh off his military life, yadda yadda yadda - he was pretty drunk from the post concert dinner the group had. yet later we found out idols need to review messages THREE TIMES before sending anything on bubble lmao 😭 i'm not saying he was faking it - i'm saying even drunk he knew exactly what these texts were gonna do to the fans. he is that good at riling people up like that + preemptively digging his parasocial nails into the fandom cause he knew shit was about to hit the fan.... I love his mind

exhibit B: the most recent example and something that had me crawling up the walls. i'm not saying he faked it or that he planned to fall asleep on purpose during a livestream, i completely believe baekhyun is careless and overworked enough to do that. what makes me scream into a pillow is the way he was UNFAZED by that shit when he woke up. had his manager blowing up his phone asking him to wake up and +40k people hearing him moan in his sleep and he woke up and stayed in the livestream. FOR 30 MORE MINUTES. he laughed it off and started joking teasing people etc etc like he genuinely dgaf.

might I add this pattern of starting twitter lives early in the morning only started after the comeback which i think is very interesting. i dont think its a coincidence at all but i need to gather my thoughts on that

exhibit C: not manipulative per se but this fucking clip is so insane to me i love how the worst things happened to exo completely unprompted it's like seeing an episode of the office. anyway baekhyun taking one for the team and distracting fans with his silly little dance.. THAT'S RIGHT HE'S THE GUY THAT STEPPED UP. and i think it showcases his quick thinking and social skills perfectly cause the rest of these men were frozen in place with half their asses out but baek just took it like a champ lol. he just wants to be seen <3 and told he's done a good job <3 give him all the praises please

exhibit D: this horrible fucking live. just baekhyun as a whole in superm.... like he's not dumb he knew nctzens were eating him up and shipping him w taeyong and what did he do? he went ahead and gave them exactly what they wanted.. while wrapping taeyong around his little finger might I add. now i think irl baekhyun and taeyong aren't that close, they're like those friends from work that you genuinely like but it's not someone you would seek out outside of pretty specific social settings. but baekhyun isn't fucking stupid he knew nctzens were a segment of kpop fans he could tap into and either turn into his own fans or he could get slapped in the face by exols turning on him.

anyways this is so fucking long im sorry to ppl following me i'm on mobile and can't make a read more. no one cares about the weird things i only notice about baekhyun but yes there's more to it i just dont have links for most things... but there's not a lot of specific examples idk once you notice it you just watch content with baekhyun and it becomes pretty clear.

#asks #baekhyun

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peraltuki · 11 months

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scary dog privileges. — angel/david headcanon!!

uuhhhh @starvin-darlin gave me this idea thank u sm queen I loved it! I hope u guys do too!!

Click show more to read!!!

Angel works at an office job at a company of which they don't remember what is they actually do there, but pretend they know. Angel is also very social and likes to gather around the water cooler and talk shit about people instead of doing the actual job.

“One time, I heard the boss got his partner in the office late at night and... They had sex!” one of Angel's coworkers said.

“How scandalous!” Angel answered.

Angel loved it, it was why they liked the job in the first place. Like the time one guy and his girlfriend of six months broke up in front of everybody, and the next day they were acting like they never actually dated. It warmed Angel because it reminded them of two pack members who were always fighting like that. It was heartwarming. Sometimes it was more serious.

“And what about the time two people got "stucked" in one of the elevators, huh?” another coworker said.

“You don't say.” Angel was on their thirteenth cup of water with no coffee, the gossip fueled their energy.”

“Well I kind of feel bad for one of the people who were there. Seems like they were having a panic attack.”

“Because they'd get caught?” Angel asked.

“No! Because the elevator stopped!”

“Oh, my!”

And so on, and so forth. And every single time it happened, they told David about it. Immediately, while it was happening.

photo 📷

lol look at them they're fighting

David would text back:

And Angel would say:

omg they just broke up in front of everyone!!

who are these people?

why are you sending me pictures of them?

they're my coworkers!

get to work and leave me alone.

boo, you whore.

what?!

And Angel wouldn't text back after that.

One day as they were chitchatting about Lindsay from the fourth floor dropping everyone's food in the trash because they ate her dessert and they all agreed it was because she was newly divorced, a coworker asked Angel if they were seeing someone.

Angel said: “I'm engaged!” and everyone was shocked. Everyone wanted to know.

“His name is Davey-David... And he-”

“Is he good-looking?” a coworker asked, it was the girl who got dumped in public! She looked like she hated them.

“Yes, of course! I wouldn't date someone who's ugly...”

“So how is he?” Somebody else asked, but they weren't good intended questions more as a way of trying to find a fault or something to judge later on when Angel wasn't around. Too bad they couldn't see that.

“Oh, he's big. He's really big.”

“Big?”

“And tall! And he has muscles and is very hot! Well yeah I think he's hot of cour-”

“Looks like you're making it up.” The girl who got dumped said. How does she dare? Why would they lie about it?

“I'm not lying! He's real!”

“Show us a picture!” Oddly enough, that was a masculine voice.”

“I don't have any pictures of him, he doesn't like pictu-”

“Ha!”

“What?!” The gossip around the water cooler wasn't feeling cool anymore. Damn.

Angel looked around but the people listening did not believed in their story. Their tendency to lie all the time on the job might've contributed to this all happening. Angel lied a lot for fun, because their job was boring and saying they were an adopted child who was raised by wolves until the age of nine was like super fun to make people believe –specially when Angel pretended that they couldn't go to work because of the full moon– wasn't so fun anymore now. Or when they called in sick for a desease they contracted on their trip to England was so deadly they could kill anybody just by looking at them in the eye (they never went to England), it was all coming together at once.

the consequences of my actions are finally catching up to me

good.

mean

snot.

stop I'm not in the mood 😡

okay.

sorry.

I forgive you davey (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

ugh.

The days had passed and Angel didn't felt like being bubbly and social on the job when everyone who gathered around the water cooler suddenly stopped talking when they walked in. It was so blatantly obvious their coworkers were talking about Angel and their made-up fiancee, who was not made-up. But they'd had enough, if there was something Angel did was being resilient, that's exactly how they got to be engaged with David in the first place! By stalking him.

Suddenly a thought occured to them, next to the refrigerator where nobody wants to stand because it smells weird.

that's it. I've had enough!!!

what?

Sometimes Angel said their thoughts out loud and sometimes they texted them to David.

They came closer to where everybody was and they looked at them. They looked back.

“He is real.”

“Sure!” One said.

“Yeah, right!” Another one said.

“You don't know anything! He's not made-up like everything else I said!”

“It's okay, we all have our beliefs!” That was the dumped girl, again!

“He is. I'm telling you how we met.” Angel really loved to talk. “We met... Well I met him first, it was like... Love at first sight, for me! Because he wasn't looking at me. But then I followed him...”

“You followed him?!” A girl with glasses they'd never seen before asked. Damn everybody was here now.

“Oh my God.”

“Yes...! No! I mean I stumbled across him a second time... And then a third... Because he just wasn't looking at me!” Now they were just looking at Angel like they just said an awful joke. “And then he came up to me and said: Who are you and why are you looking at me?!” Angel mimicked David's deep voice.

“Oh my God, what?! Is what happened!” Angel was getting angry and frustrated.

Now they were the crazy person who not only made-up a fake fiancee but also stalked him, this was awful, it was horrendous. After that complete fiasco the weeks passed and, hopefully, people started to forget about what Angel had said, hopefully, because they hoped people did forget. They still looked at them funny. Angel was sitting in their desk, looking at pictures of cute puppies in adoption that looked like David's wolf form because it made them feel better.

angel.

Speaking of the Devil...

get ready. i'm going to pick you up for lunch.

Yay!!

okay my sweet maple syrup 😘❤️

don't call me that.

Angel was hopping through the office picking up their stuff to leave. It wasn't always that David and they lunched together but when they did Angel made sure to ask for a lot of food just to piss him off. They grabbed their bag and hopped to the door when they saw one of those coworkers who would look at them funny since they talked about David.

And Angel couldn't resist themselves.

“Hi.”

“Hi...” He answered.

“Heading out?” Angel asked.

“Yes...”

“Hm. Me too. My fiancee is picking me up.” They smiled showing their teeth. Ha! Now they would take a picture of David to show to everybody.

“Your fake fiancee?”

“He's not...! Ugh, whatever.”

They ignored their coworker and kept waiting outside the building. As they were waiting they felt a bunch of eyes looking at their back and did their best to subtly look back, everybody was gathering around the reception pretending to do something else. Angel rolled their eyes. They wanted to leave badly.

when are you coming??! :/

i wanna leaaaaaavvvvveeeee

i'm here.

Angel looked up from their phone and saw the black car parking in front of the building, and David coming out of it.

“Hi!!” Angel yelled at him even though he was that far. David frowned but said hi back.

They started running towards him, without looking at both sides of the street.

“Be careful!” David grabbed their wrist and pulled Angel close before a car passed close by them.

“Okay, Mister, you can wait until I had food before we do something else.”

“Get in the car, perv.” He smacked their ass before letting them go.

Angel sat on the passenger side and waited for David to get inside the car again. “What are those people doing?” He asked.

“What peop-?” They looked at the inside of the building and half of their coworkers were staring directly at them, specifically at David. “Oh! You know what happened?” Angel said as they throw all their stuff at the backseat.

“What?”

“I told my coworkers I was engaged with a big, handsome, muscular man...” David huffed holding in a laugh.

“I'm not a b-”

“And they thought I was lying!”

“What? Why? Oh, let me rephrase that, why would they not believe you when all you do is lie to them?”

“Whatever. Their loss, they're starting to annoy me anyways.” Angel took off their shoes and reclined the seat back a little.

“So that's why they're looking at me like I was an extinct animal in the flesh.”

“Yep. Are they still looking?”

“Yep.”

“Let's just leave.”

“Wait.” Before Angel could accommodate themselves in their seat, David grabbed their shoulder. “Kiss.”

“Oh.” Angel kissed him sweetly and quick before half-laying down in their seat.

And they went to lunch. Maybe if Angel was feeling better by tomorrow they will tell them that their fiancee was a werewolf too.

<3<3<3<3<3

#First time doing something lighthearted #I feel weird #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted david #redacted angel #redacted fanfic

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marsneedstherapy · 7 months

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you are in love is such a Rosalind Orion song, and this time, I will be providing an explanation (fhh spoilers ahead)

One look, dark room

Meant just for you

spy work. no more needs to be said.

Time moved too fast

You play it back

they didn't have that much time together before Orion got taken by his mother, and yk how Rosalind was during, especially the beginning of fhh :(

Buttons on a coat

Light-hearted joke

Orion. that's all.

No proof, not much

But you saw enough

Rosalind realizes that she might actually like Orion. yk the one scene in flf where she says she should poison herself again. yeah.

Small talk, he drives

hernia scene, not much small talk, but yk not everything can be exsact

Coffee at midnight

this never happened exactly, but I feel like it would, bc of all the missing domestic moments from flf with Rosalind and Orion trying to figure stuff out

He says, "Look up"

And your shoulders brush

when Orion showed Rosalind the constellation orion in flf, my heart </3

No proof, one touch

But you felt enough

literally right after the constellation moment Rosalind has her "oh no I think I like him" moment

You can hear it in the silence

when Rosalind had a gun pointed at Orion in that scene right after she finds out he's the killer, but we know she'll never shot... BC COME ONEE YOU CAN HEAR IT IN THE SILENCE WHEN SHE JUST THREATENS AND NEVER FOLLOWS THROUGHH

You can feel it on the way home

just vibes with this one, but vry strong vibes

You can see it with the lights out

not exactly lights out in the lamp type of way, but like when Rosalind was poisoned by her hairpin in flf </3

You are in love, true love

yes they are.

Morning, his place her place

Burnt toast, Sunday

just sm they seem like they would've done, maybe an attempt to cook without Lao Lao's help in another missing flf scene (I'm so tempted to write a fanfic with this idea)

You keep his shirt

BEGINNING OF FHH </3

He keeps his word

"Even if I don't get my memory back, I'm going to love you again. I thought I'd warn you in advance." Not an exact quote bc I'm too tired to go get my copy of fhh, but yes. yes, he did keep his word.

And for once, you let go

Of your fears and your ghosts

ROSALIND ALLOWING HERSELF TO BE LOVED AND BEING ABLE TO GROW AND MOVE ON FROM HER PAST

One night he wakes

Strange look on his face

Pauses, then says

You're my best friend

"I BELIEVED YOU WHEN YOU SAID WE WERE FRIENDS, BUT THERE WAS MORE TO THAT WASNT THERE?" that scene if fhh were Orion is "asleep" by the willow tree in zhouzhuang and Rosalind was just talking to him </3

And you knew what it was

He is in love

yes he is. maybe he can't remember. but he knows.

[chorus again]

And he keeps the picture of you in his office downtown

this is some post fhh things that would happen. WOULD.

And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars

finally understanding how real actually love feels and how it should be protected </3

And why I've spent my whole life tryin' to put it into words

AGAIN FINALLY BEING ABLE UNDERSTANDINGGG </3

[chorus again]

#im so tired #this may or may not make any sense #but yeah #just in general you are in love is one of my favorite ts ever #it has a chokehold on me #makes me feel lovable #chloe gong #secret shanghai #foul lady fortune #foul heart huntsman #orion hong #rosalind lang

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royaltysuite · 2 years

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Hi!! So glad that you are accepting requests.,Can I request a Park Joong-Gil imagine where the reader is his subordinate and secretely has feelings for him, and she is the only person he shows his soft side to or smiles only around her.

One day reader asks him why he only smiles around her and he is like because he loves her and confesses to her. Thanks!

Okay, you got it!~~

"L/n, collect this life." "Yes, sir"

"Reaper L/n, the Director wants you to assist the Sales team in the collection of these lives." "Yes, sir."

This was how I spent most of my time on the Escort Team. Taking orders from the cold and stoic man that was my Team Manager. And also the man I grew feelings for. Park Jung-gil.

Most reapers say that it was a bad idea for a subordinate to develop feelings for their senior officer, but I didn't care. As long as it didn't cross any lines, I was fine with loving him from afar.

It's how I stayed around him for so long without ever doubting my performance. However, everything seem to change after my recent run-in with the Risk Management team.

"Ugh, why must you be so infuriating, Mr.Lim?" "Why must you be so stuck-up, Ms. L/n?" The childish banter echoed in the empty halls as I made my way to deliver my reports to Mr. Park. "You know, maybe the reason you're so stuck up is because you've hadn't had a date since the Joseon era."

That halted my steps. "What are you trying to say?" I squeaked, my cheeks flushing in embarrassment. "How long are you going to stay in the shadows with your feelings for Mr. Park?" "Why should that matter to you?" "It's obvious that you love him and it's very obvious that he likes you as well."

"What, no he doesn't! Stop joking around like that..." "I'm telling the truth. Many people see how he looks at you. He always smiles at you when you're not looking. He treats you nicer than everyone else in Jumadeung. You think that's a coincidence?"

"T-that doesn't mean anything. Besides, he could have threads attached to someone in his past." "Or, his threads could've attached onto another person....or reaper. If you don't believe me, wait until you leave his office and if he stops you, then you'll have your answer."

Ryung-gu then turned and walked away, leaving me with my thoughts. 'He is slightly nicer when it comes to the lives I have to collect or when the Risk Management team causes trouble for me on my duties.' I thought, making my way down the empty corridor and approaching Mr.Park's door.

Once in front of the door, I took a deep breath and before I could open the door, I heard my name being called. "Come in, L/n."

Opening the door, I stepped inside to the usual sight of him sitting at his desk doing his usual paperwork. "U-umm, I brought the reports like you'd asked, sir." I muttered, steeping closer into the room and shutting the door behind me.

"Good, you can place them right here on my desk." "Yes, sir." Following his directions, I placed the reports onto the desk and took a couple of steps back. There was a short silence before he spoke again. "Is there anything else, L/n?" "Yes....this might sound awkward, but why are you so nice to me?"

"That's a pretty vague question." "What I meant to ask is. everyone seems to think when you're around me, you're nicer." "Nicer?" "Yeah, like how you hand me all the easy escort cases and smile when only I'm around. An-"

"It's because I like you." Those five words stopped my train of thought. "Wait, what?" "I like you." "You like me?" "Yes" "As in platonically or romantically?" "Romantically." "Ohh, umm.... well, I like you too." "I know. I knew for quite some time."

'Huh? How'd he find out?' I thought to myself. "I didn't think I was being that obvious." "Same here, except I was trying to grab your attention." He said, a light blush dusting his stoic features. "Well, since we've gotten our feelings across, would you be willing to go on a date with me? Probably after our shift ends?" I asked, not making eye contact in case he rejected it.

Hearing the small squeak from his chair and his footsteps approaching me, I looked up slightly to find him standing right in front of me. Jung-gil leaned in closer to face, the feeling of his lips ghosting over mine.

"How about we go out now?" He whispered, pulling me in closer by the waist. "O-okay." Satisfied with that answer, Jung-gil placed a gentle kiss on my lips, only to have that moment interrupted by Jun-woong and Ryung-gu busting into the room.

"Oh, sorry, didn't mean to interrupt whatever you two got going on....we'll just go now..." Jun-woong spoke before rushing out the room. "See, I told you that he liked you." "Ryung-gu?" "Yes?" "If you don't leave in the next ten seconds, you'll be waking up in ditch somewhere far from Jumadeung, got it?" I threatened, my cheeks heating up in embarrassment. "Okay, no need to get violent." He replied, walking backwards and shutting the door afterwards.

"I am so sorry about that-" "Don't worry about it, darling. Now, don't we have that date to get to?" "Yeah, let's go."

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Author's Note: Here you go, @kdrama-i-nation, I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. At the end, I kinda made Ryung-gu like a little prankster and Jung-gil more flirtatious instead of cold. Those are just my small head-canons for them. If any of you readers have any requests, go ahead and send them in. Our inbox is always open and inclusive. With that being said, Stay Classy~

#tomorrow kdrama x reader #tomorrow kdrama #park jung gil x reader #park jung gil #x reader #lim ryung gu #choi jun woong

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corn-fanfiction · 6 months

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Oh My Love (Damien Karras x GN Reader Pt. 3)

(Pt. 2) (Pt. 4)

“This part always, always sends you into a tizzy and you find yourself laughing out loud. You turn a couple heads and shrink down into your seat, giggling.

“Do you do that a lot?” Damien whispers.

The sound makes you feel warm. He's speaking only to you. Only you. And he's not being critical. You can catch the mirth in his eyes, alight by the twinkling stars on screen.

“Oh, it's just getting started.”

Rating: M

Tags: religious imagery and symbolism, catholic guilt, priest kink, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, gn reader, queer characters, realistic depictions of anxiety attacks, s*icide, foul language, eventual sm*t

December

“Glory to God in the highest,

and on earth peace to people of good

will. We praise you, we bless you,

we adore you, we glorify you,

we give you thanks for your great glory,

Lord God, heavenly King, O God, almighty Father… ”

Karras’s prayer rings out within the church and is reciprocated by the congregation. You sit in a back corner by the pipe organ, reading an unpublished chapter of Father Merrin’s latest dig report (which you still can't believe he loaned you). Truth be told, you do still yearn a little for the high arches and warm sounds of a nave. A corner of your heart aches for the carpeted floors and creaking pews, the light streaming in through stained glass depicting saints and martyrs.

Your eyes drift to Betty, the organist, and her nimble hands on the keys. She's older than you but not elderly, maybe 40s, and has proven to be kindly and realistic: your two favorite traits. You love listening to her play. She's always in the pocket of the rhythm which keeps you on your toes. It's easy to get distracted by her playing.

Except you don't get distracted from Father Karras suddenly pausing during his recitations. You lower your reading and furrow your brows in curiosity. You give Betty a glance and she shrugs her shoulders and continues playing.

When you look back to Karras he's back into his flow, but you see his eyes flick up to the congregation, then to you, the back down to the prayer book. You're hesitant to let it go, but you force yourself to keep reading and check on him later.

He has office hours. He said so. So it would be no problem at all for you to pay him a visit. Right? Right???

Right. So, you gather your courage and knock on the door to the little white cottage out the side of the church..

“Come in.”

You let yourself in. Damien's desk is situated against the right wall and he turns to you when you enter.

“Y/n,” He says, his eyes betraying a slight surprise.

“May I come in?”

“Of course. Can I get you anything, coffee, water, tea?” He stands from his desk and moves to get you a drink and you sit.

“No thanks, I'm good.”

He stops, awkwardly grips his hand like he’s missing something, then returns to his seat, but moves it to face you.

“Alright. So how are you settling in? How are you feeling?”

You shouldn’t be surprised he’d ask about your wellbeing. It’s his job. You give a tight smile.

“Good.”

He nods.

“Good.”

“Say; and I hope this isn't too presumptuous, but I wanted to ask…are you okay? I mean, I've only noticed the past couple weeks you've been…distracted, I suppose. And I think I wouldn't have been able to go around if I didn't check on you.”

Maybe it’s the priest in him, but for a moment you notice a flash of something across his dark countenance. But just as soon as you see it, it is gone.

“I'm fine, thank you for asking. What about you?”

You raise your eyebrows.

“Me?”

He splays his hands like it’s obvious.

“I can imagine the transition from Rome back to Georgetown could be jarring.”

You nod thoughtfully.

“It is, but at least it's familiar.”

“Have you seen your family at all?”

The question catches you off guard. Your pulse quickens and you palms sweat. How- does he not know?

“I'm sorry?”

“Your family, Joseph Dyer said that you had family nearby.”

Oh. Oh, he didn’t know. You suppose there’s no reason any of them should. Still, it’s unsettling.

“Oh, he must have misunderstood, or maybe I wasn't clear. My family passed in a house fire when I was in Rome.”

Damien’s face darkens. “Oh, I'm sorry.”

You shake the sentiment away as you’ve heard it a hundred times. It’s not that you don’t believe him or can’t appreciate it, but after so long the words lose meaning.

“No, don't be. Georgetown was my brother's favorite place. It reminds me of him.”

Damien relaxes into his chair.

“What was his name?”

“William. He was younger than me.”

“Tell me about him.”

“Um, he was inexhaustibly kind, but hilarious. I mean he was the funniest person I knew.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah. I think you two would've gotten along great. He was brilliant. He uh, wanted to be a civil engineer when he got out of school. He was 19.”

“He sounds like a wonderful young man.”

“He was.” You sniffle as tears began to fall. “Shit, are you gonna have to bill me?”

Damien laughs, actually laughs for the first time in front of you. Everything else up till now has been guarded chuckles and passive hums.

“No. Technically since you're a student you're entitled to free therapy.”

“Hm. Good to know.” You wait a moment, watching him. “You’re sure you’re fine?”

The lie slips from his lips with ease.

“Yes.”

“You know it’s a sin to tell a lie. Ink Spots said so.”

Back to a hum.

“I’ll keep it in mind. Is there anything else?”

Oh. Does he want you to leave?

You wring your hands in your lap but shake your head.

“No, that was all.”

You stand to go and Damien sees you out. As you exit, a young priest passes you to visit Damien, and when you turn around to give a final parting, the door has already closed.

The next morning you are right on time for the daily jog. It’s not every day, but often that you and Damien cross paths here. But today, you’re alone.

That’s strange. Where is he?

No water bottle or towel in sight. The early morning is clear and cold and you can see around the entire track. No, totally alone.

You try not to dwell too much on it. It is getting colder every day, perhaps he’s sensitive to it. Maybe he has early mass this morning and you simply forgot. All of those seem more settling than the alternative that your gut twists into a likely truth. That he was lying yesterday.

When you make your first lap and return to the bleachers, there he is, setting down his things and removing his windbreaker to reveal his sweatshirt underneath. You slow before him but he doesn’t look at you.

“Wow, I’m never here before you. Everything alright?”

Damien nods but when you catch even the side of his face, markings of haggardness and exhaustion are evident in the droop of his eyes, the lines of his face.

“Sure. Had a bit of a time getting up this morning.”

You brace your hands on your hips.

Ah. Fuck it.

“I understand that. Listen, Father…” You catch yourself. Maybe you’ll have better luck with the personal angle. “ Damien . Would you want to see a movie tomorrow? They’re showing It’s a Wonderful Life at the theater and I go every time it’s on. I like to sit in the back and make stupid commentary and…” You notice now that he’s looking at you and grinning. “...I’m not selling this, am I?”

“On the contrary, I’d say you made a compelling case. Sure, why not?”

A wide grin breaks across your face that you don’t try to hide. “Alright. I’ll pick you up at the cottage. Five alright?”

“Five is fine. Alright, care to run?”

Well, of course you’re distracted for the rest of the day, and how could you not be? You’re only going to be sharing your favorite movie with someone you now consider a good friend.

It has to cheer him up , you think. It simply has to.

The next day you actually have to attend a lecture, so you tuck yourself into a seat in the back of the hall and scribble mindlessly on your notepad. You have to start writing your thesis soon and you have to admit to yourself that you haven’t exactly made strides on it.The book of hymns proved fruitful, but you were otherwise occupied with Father Merrin’s report. That, and thoughts of a dark haired priest.

The bell rings and your stomach knots. Doubt creeps in.

Gee, what if this was the wrong move? I mean, what do you expect?

Your professor calls your name before you have a chance to dart out. Dr. Lance, an aging woman in her sixties, smart spectacles perched on a small nose, approaches you, her large frame taking only a few strides before she is upon you.

“I couldn’t help but notice you sitting in the back today.”

You blush and hold your books closer to your chest. “Yes, I’m not feeling well and wanted to be close to the exit in case I needed to leave. I didn’t want to be a distraction.”

Dr. Lance hums. “How are things at the church?”

“They’re fine. I’m learning lots.”

“Good. I’ve spoken with Father Merrin a handful of times-”

“I didn’t realize you knew him.”

“Oh, yes. Going on two decades now. He told me that you’ve been spending quite a bit of time reading his Kuwait Report, and spending time with one of the priests. What was his name?”

You swallow through a dry throat. “Father Karras?”

“Yes, that was it. Kind man. I understand it’s a new environment with many points of interest, but I have a responsibility to remind you of your purpose there. I’m sure Lankester’s report is fascinating, but will it aid you in your thesis?”

You force yourself to meet her eyes. “No, probably not.”

“I’m not dictating your free time, mind you. You’re a grad student, you’re an adult. But I also know how an experience like this can host distractions.”

You had been ready to flee the conversation at the soonest chance, but you linger at her words.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, for the sake of professionalism, I’ll simply say that…well, institutions often have a way of drawing us in before we really know we’re there.”

And God help you, you laugh. Dr. Lance’s brows pull together in scrutiny.

“What?”

“It’s just…the idea of being tempted by a church . It’s funny, is all.”

Dr. Lance seemed to be out of things to say so she lets you go. You rush back to your apartment and tear through your closet, your conversation shaving off five minutes of your time, that and the class had run over a bit. You're stuck on what to wear. Not too casual, but not too flirty. Definitely not anything flirty. Maybe something that makes you feel beautiful, handsome, nice. Yes, that's it. Nice.

So you find something nice and adjust your appearance in the mirror. A brush here, a flick there; maybe he won't notice. Maybe he will.

You arrive at the cottage at 4:57. You're glad you wore a coat as the wind breaks through the scraggly trees and bare shrubberies.

At 5:02 the screen door to the cottage opens and Damien steps out in his windbreaker. He notices you appearance almost immediately and smiles as he locks the door behind him.

“Well, you look nice. Now I feel underdressed.”

Nice.

“Well, there's probably still enough time to throw on a cassock if that's fancy enough.”

He laughs at you again and you two begin walking. You crane your neck over to look at his shirt. He leans away.

“What?”

“Your collar. You're not wearing it. I didn't think you all were allowed out without them.”

It's true, Damien is wearing a corded black turtleneck, something that compliments him quite nicely.

“Well, we wouldn't want everyone to know.”

“That you're a priest?”

“Sure. Aside from the hundred something people we see every week in mass, it's a phenomenally well kept secret.”

You throw your head back in laughter. He seems to be in better spirits. Good , you think.

You two approach the kiosk and you insist on paying for both the tickets.

“Priests resign themselves to a life of poverty, right? Consider it a donation to the church.”

It's a joke and one he mildly chuckles at, but seems to maybe lower his head when the ticketer hands you back the tiny slips of paper.

“First room on the right.”

As the two of you walk in, you begin to ponder. Perhaps he was telling a partial truth earlier. Perhaps he forwent the collar so people wouldn't recognize a priest out with a grad student. But why would they care? Georgetown was overflowing with Jesuits and students. Surely there's bound to be overlap.

Still, there's something knocking at the back of your brain. Almost as if you feel it too. Some foreign scrutiny that you can fight all you want to dismiss as ridiculous, presumptuous. But still.

You two make it to the back of the auditorium and settle into your seats. There's only a handful of other couples dispersed throughout.

Other ?

You focus on the film.

“What's wrong, is he sick?”

“Worse, he's discouraged.”

This part always, always sends you into a tizzy and you find yourself laughing out loud. You turn a couple heads and shrink down into your seat, giggling.

“Do you do that a lot?” Damien whispers.

The sound makes you feel warm. He's speaking only to you. Only you. And he's not being critical. You can catch the mirth in his eyes, alight by the twinkling stars on screen.

“Oh, it's just getting started.”

By the time George and Mary are walking back from the party, your feet are propped up on the empty seat in front of you and you and Damien are both munching on a bag of popcorn you left to get earlier.

“ Oh buffalo girls won't you come out tonight, won't you come out tonight, won't you come out tonight. Buffalo girls won't you come out tonight, aaaaand dance by the light of the moon.”

You sing along quietly, knocking your feet together lightly. If you weren't so engrossed in one of your favorite scenes, you would notice Damien watching you.

“I thought you didn't like romance movies.”

You flash him a grin. “Eh. This doesn't count.”

But when Mary and George draw close together and it seems as though they may just kiss, you feel that same flutter you get in your chest every time.

Oh, what you wouldn't give to be looked at like that.

If you were paying even a little more attention, you may be thinking that you were.

After the movie, he offers to walk you home. You accept.

“Thanks for coming with me tonight. I get a lot more strange looks when I go by myself.”

“Well, thanks for getting me out. I don't really do these kinds of things. I'm not sure why. I suppose I have the time.”

“Sometimes it just takes someone asking, you know?”

He gives you a loaded look. “Yeah, I do.”

Whatever his intended implication is, you fight a blush. You chalk it up to the cold. You two approach your apartment. You fiddle with your keys.

“Would you like to come up for a few minutes? Warm up?”

And that’s all you want. Just to offer him brief shelter. He looks at the ground and you already know his reply.

“I’m not sure I should. It’s getting late.”

Ah. He can color it any way he likes but you know the true meaning of his words. You bite your lip- an anxious habit your mother had always discouraged.

“Have I done something to make you uncomfortable?”

His eyes widen. “No- goodness, no. I have the five o’clock mass tomorrow.”

“Makes sense.”

“Which means I won’t be at the track, either.”

“It’s fine.” You give him a smile. “Well, goodnight, Father.”

You turn to leave but a hand reaches out and catches your arm. Not a grab or a grip, but a gentle laying upon your coat. You face him again.

“I really do hate to cancel on you.”

“It’s fine, Damien. Really.”

He presses his lips together in measured thought. “It’s nothing else.”

You search his eyes for some truth. What does he mean ? It’s nothing but circumstance that he can’t come up, can’t meet tomorrow morning? Or is it something worse: the time spent is nothing else? You know what the else is. It’s gut-wrenchingly devastating, despite your supposed absence of expectations.

“Alright,” is all you can think to say. You move from his touch and return to your apartment. From the window facing the street, you watch as he rubs his mouth, glances out to the street, and then eventually makes his careful way back to the cottage. You draw a bath and heat up some tea. Both scalding waters still can’t manage to quell the chill within.

#angst #fanfiction #damien karras x reader #damien karras #the exorcist fanfiction #the exorcist #the exorcist 1973

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