#little my is just so done with these idiots

[iliketangerines]

Imagine imagine imagine Bi-Han and Reader as enemies for as long as they can remember, but recently Reader feels attracted to Bi-Han and one night decides to touch herself at the image of him. Add some degrading kink here and some size kink there sprinkle sprinkle ykyk :3

calling my name

a/n: 4200 words...y'all better eat this up, please, i'm begging you

pairing: bi han x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI) light bondage, degradation kink, size kink, overstimulation, pussy eating

you absolutely hate Bi Han, he always had to one up you, always had to be better, always had to make sure to rub it in your face whenever he beat you in a spar

it was absolutely infuriating, and you seeth at him from across the room as he lectures the trainees and mentors for something idiotic that one person had messed up

he was so serious about every single little thing, and you wanted to slap him, to beat him into the dirt because of course he would take such a stupid mistake so seriously

someone had left out a weapon on the training grounds rather than putting it back on the rack, and for some reason, this was the hill Bi Han was going to die on

you barely hold in your scoff and your eye-roll as Bi Han walks by you, and you sit until your ass is numb and he’s finally done lecturing you all

finally, you walk off back to your room, the day already dark and moon high from how long the grandmaster had lectured you all

why did the mentors have to be there? it’s not like any of you would make a mistake so trivial, and now your night was wasted

you were going to sit down with a good book and a hot cup of red tea and sip on it until the candle burned down, but now you couldn’t even do that

closing the door, you strip off your clothes and angrily throw them into your laundry basket and put on your loose pajamas

maybe you would just go to sleep then

flicking off the lights to your room and closing the blinds, you bury yourself underneath the sheets and stare at the wall of your room

except sleep won’t come to you, no matter what position you flip yourself into or how long you close your eyes, and now you’re angry for a different reason

finally, you lay on your back, the blanket rumpled around you, and all you can do is stare at the ceiling as you lay wide awake

the meeting from earlier flashes through your mind and how Bi Han had strut around the room, dressed in only a casual uniform for training

it was sleeveless and tight, one size too small for him, and you could see every time his arm flexed and how his chest nearly spilled out from the front

you hated Bi Han so much that it turned into lust, and it frustrated you to no end how much you craved him despite how much you also wanted to beat him into the dirt

huffing out into the air, you dip one hand below your shorts and press them against your clit, biting your lip at the feeling

you start with slow circles, sighing at the feeling, and you can feel your pussy clench around nothing and getting wet as you continue

your fingers are nimble, nowhere near soft, but not quite calloused just because you engage in more hand to hand combat rather than with weapons, and you wonder how Bi Han’s fingers would feel against your clit

you’ve fought with him many times, felt his calloused and scarred fingers dig into your skin and cause bruises to bloom across you

they would be rough, focused, determined, rubbing quick and hard circles into your clit, and you let out a soft moan as you quicken your pace

parting your legs slightly and taking a pause to throw off your pants, you rub your clit with practiced fingers, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling

pleasure buzzes through you, hums in every fiber of your being as you get yourself closer and closer to the edge

you imagine Bi Han is here with you, fingers rough against you and pushing you further and further to the edge

his voice would be saying something, always something because the grandmaster always had something to say or do to prove his point

you can imagine the deep rumble of his voice, the growl he would let out, his neat and pristine hair being mussed by your hands

you’ve never wanted to pull out his bun so much and mess up his hair and tug tangles into the strands, and you know he would be irritated with the action

he would pin you down to the ground, thick fingers moving to fuck your drooling pussy while his thumb grinds against your clit

it would be delicious and angry and hot, and you let out a moan of his name as you cum on your fingers, letting your orgasm wash over you and light every sense in your body

you slow down your fingers on your clit and let out a little breath, feeling more tired than earlier, and you remove your fingers and adjust your position to turn onto your side

where you see an open door and someone standing there in casual training uniform

a chill runs down your spine and your heart thumps in your chest as your eyes trail up, up toned legs, a plush chest with crossed arms, and a scowling Bi Han

oh fuck

immediately, you throw your blanket over your bare legs, mouth open in surprise, and you sit up, fingers clutching the blanket so hard that you might as well tear a new hole through it

he doesn’t do anything, and you don’t say anything, stuck in a staring contest that you desperately didn’t want to be in

and then he steps in closer to you, making you flinch, and he closes the door behind him, his silhouette nothing but a dark shadow in the black of your room

it’s hard to tell if he’s moving, smiling, going to kill you, and you shift on the bed to turn on your lamp

but then there’s a hand on your legs through the blankets, yanking you further down the bed and making you gasp in surprise

you go to yell, scream, yelp, but a hand clamps itself over your mouth and his other pins your wrists above you, ice cold and freezing

he chuckles lowly, the only other sound in the room besides your pounding heart, and he says that he didn’t know that his most annoying soldier was so into him

you glare at him, almost hoping that it makes him drop dead, but unfortunately, it doesn’t, his hands still pressed against you

his breath gets close enough to fan out across your face, and it makes you flinch, not knowing that he was so close to you in the darkness of your room

your eyes had yet to adjust to the black night, and you kick your legs in an attempt to hit his stomach and fling him off of you

but he just slots his hips right in between your plush thighs, and you’ve run out of possible defenses to kick him off of you

unluckily for you, the rough cloth of his pants rubs on your sensitive clit when he had pushed his way between your legs, and you let out a small whimper at the feeling

you can feel his smirk before he opens his mouth, and you don’t move in fear of grinding against him and further embarrassing yourself

but from the way you can feel his hardness pressing right against your cunt, you’re guessing he liked you just as much you liked him

or at least, the way you liked his body because you hated his personality

Bi Han grinds his hips into yours, and your eyes finally adjust enough to see his stupid stupid smirk on his face, looking at you like you’re prey

his hand is still clasped over your mouth, but he lets go of your wrists, encasing them in ice so you couldn’t throw them at him

the ice almost burns, and it mixes with the pleasure you feel as he grinds against you, making your head spin and your nerves twist in every which direction

it doesn’t know whether to deal with the pain or deal with the pleasure, and it fills your head with a haze as you let out a muffled curse behind Bi Han’s rough hand

he lets go of your mouth, and you curse him out with as many expletives you can think of

Bi Han rolls his eyes, muttering something in Chinese under his breath, and you switch to the language and start cursing him out like that

he looks around your room, finding your discarded panties on the sheets above you, and he shoves them into your open mouth, effectively silencing you for the most part

you can’t even spit it out because it’s too large, and so you just glare at him, arms stuck to your fucking bedsheets and legs spread around his hips and staring at his insufferable face

he hates you, you know he does because he fights you like he does no other, and it’s clear in his words as he calls you a whore, a needy little slut

you continue to glare at him as he says that if you wanted him that badly, you should’ve just asked, he can’t but help a whore in need

his hands travel up shirt, cupping your breasts and squeezing them harshly, making you let out a choked whimper at the roughness

he just squeezes and squeezes your chest, doing nothing more than that for a second, before his thumbs find your hardened nipples and roll against them

the feeling makes you whine, and he grins at you, pinching your nipples repeatedly and listening to the muffled whines and whimper that flow out of you

you can’t stop the noises that come out of you, and neither can you control how your pussy grows more and more wet by the second

he murmurs, saying that you look so pretty when you’re quiet, so helpless beneath him, and that maybe he should keep you like this, all pliant for him

you try to growl underneath your gag, but then he lowers his head to your neck and sinks his teeth into your skin

a small yelp leaves your throat, and he runs his tongue over the mark, kissing a little lower before he sucks a hickey into you as well

it’s high up, too high to hide with your uniform, and you squirm in his grip to complain

but all it accomplishes is making you rub against him, and you just let out a pathetic mewl at the feeling and go still

he chuckles against your skin, kissing lower and repeating the process over and over again until he finally reaches your chest

he nips and bites at the skin before latching his mouth over your nipple, running his tongue over the nub, while his hand pinched your other nipple

his tongue and teeth are relentless against the sensitive nub, and you can’t help but squirm against him, growing needier and needier by the second

you garble out commands behind your gag, telling him to hurry up, to stop being such a coward and fuck you senseless already, but if he understands, he ignores you

he’s slow with his actions, just grinding himself into your sensitive clit, and the grandmaster continues to tease your chest, teeth lightly nipping at your nipple

it makes you whine and arch your back and your chest right into his awaiting mouth, and he smirks against your skin and detaches from your nipple with a slight pop

but he quickly moves to your other nipple, giving it the same overbearing treatment, tongue rubbing over the nub and teeth lightly biting into it

you really couldn’t take any more teasing, and you try to convey that as much with the way your hips buck into him, but he just growls and presses his body weight further into you

with his size compared to yours, you’re helpless to get him off of you and can only take the pleasure that he gives you

he seems to spend forever on your other nipple, and your head is starting to grow foggy with how much you need him as much as you hate to admit it

you wanted to flip him, take what you want and leave him needing, but for now, all you can do is let the pleasure cloud your mind and control your body

finally, after what feels like an eon, he detaches his mouth from your chest, giving it a playful bite before he looks at your heaving chest

he hums at the sight, pinching your nipples one more time for good measure, and you suppress your whimper at the feeling

Bi Han just laughs and calls you pathetic, but he looks just as debauched, lips shiny with his spit and eyes frenzied, his hair a mess with strands falling out of his bun

you want to spit an insult at him, tell him that he’s no better, but he hasn’t removed the gag just yet, and so you just glare and hope they burn holes through him

he just lightly pats your chest, and then shuffles downward, using his hand to spread your legs open and then up to press them into your stomach

you try to struggle and move your legs again, but his arms are thick and strong and keep them pinned tightly to your body

he just mutters pathetic under his breath before lapping his tongue over your clit, making your hips buck and a small whine to escape from you

Bi Han wastes no time in tasting all of you, his tongue flicking your clit back and forth roughly before sucking on it and drawing a wail out of you

his tongue is ruthless, cold against your clit, and all you can do is buck and grind your hips further and further into his tongue

you’re getting closer and closer to the edge, his tongue still pressing firm flat strokes against your oversensitive clit, and you can’t think at all

you hurtle over the edge, pleasure shattering like shards of glass throughout your body, and you tremble as he keeps his lips firmly wrapped around your clit

it feels like your high lasts forever, and you know that you’re whining out his name from behind the gag but you can’t even stop yourself

but his tongue is still pressing against you, tongue still stubbornly lapping at your clit, and his fingers slide through your folds

they’re cold, and the temperature makes you gasp and flinch at the coldness, but Bi Han just hums into your clit and all thought flies away again

he slips his fingers into you, thicker and rougher than your own, and your pussy squeezes around them, trying to bring them further, desperate for pleasure

pumping his fingers in and out of you slowly, you can feel your mind and your body separating, how the pleasure seems to hold onto your body and bring you far away from yourself

it’s like floating in the space between Earth and Outworld, and you can’t control the whimpers that leave your throat as Bi Han curls them into your sweet spot

it makes your pussy squeeze around his fingers and grow wetter as he rubs against the spot, and you let out small mewls as he continues to suck on your sensitive clit

it’s so overwhelming, and you want to kick him off but also bring him closer and make you cum, you want it, you need it

Bi Han hums into your clit, the vibrations shooting straight through you and making you see white as you cum on his fingers

he keeps pumping in and out of you, letting you ride your high out on his fingers, and you’re panting heavily, head dizzy from the lack of oxygen from the gag

his tongue gives your pussy one final lick, tongue broad and firm, before he detaches himself from you with a wet pop and stands up, letting your legs finally fall down

you can’t even kick him away because of how they feel more jello than bone right now

you’re face to face with just how large Bi Han is, sure you’ve sparred against him, had him pressed against you so many times before

but that was in a different context…now he’s standing before you, undressing himself, his biceps flexing in the little moonlight that shines through the cracks of the blinds

his chest is so much broader and defined than yours, years and years of training you supposed, and he catches you staring as he shucks off his pants

no surprise, of course the cocky motherfucker was large, and he brings his hand to wrap around it and pump it a few times, his thumb collecting the pre-cum and spreading it along the shaft

he lets out a low groan at the feeling, and you nudge your thighs against his, wanting him to hurry up and fuck you

raising an eyebrow at you, Bi Han leans forward and takes out your gag, and immediately you call him an asshole

he retorts, saying that you didn’t seem to have the same attitude when he was making you cum on his fingers earlier

you frown at him, trying to keep your face still even as he slaps your pussy with his cock, letting the head bump against the clit

it sends little shocks of pleasure running through your body, but the only giveaway is how your hips slightly twitch at the feeling

he doesn’t do anything for a moment, just sliding his cock between your folds and getting himself nice and wet for you, and then he hikes your legs up into his large hands

staring straight at you, he tells you to beg, beg for his cock like the desperate whore he knows you are, and you open your mouth in indignation and glare at him

and then you spit an insult out at him, telling him he’s some pompous stupid asshole whose too cocky for no reason, a terrible grandmaster, a horrible lay

if he’s affected, he doesn’t show it and just looks at you with a bored expression until you’re out of breath and panting

his fingers dig into the meat of your thighs, going deep enough that you know that there will be bruises tomorrow

he asks if you’re done, his voice annoyed and bordering a growl as he stares down at you

you tug at your arms, pursing your lips at the fact that they were still stuck to your bedsheets, and your thighs are held firmly in place by his hands

he grinds into you, pulling his hips back and teasing you with his cock, slightly pushing in but then pulling back out

you can’t help it as a small whimper leaves your throat, and you glare at him and tell him he isn’t playing fair

Bi Han doesn’t react, just repeats his order from before, to beg for him to fuck you, and you frown and slightly squirm to try and move your hips down onto him

he just pulls his hips backward away from you, preventing you from spearing yourself any further on his cock

the both of you are at a standstill for a moment, but you can feel your resolve breaking every time the tip pushes in just slightly and then pulls back out

it’s driving you insane, but you can see the cracks in his patience as he pushes in deeper and deeper and how he starts to let out a curt grunt every time he teases you

but of course Bi Han wouldn’t play fair because he leans down, his face so close to yours, and he hooks your legs over his shoulders

one of his hands snakes down to rub at your clit, and you want to actually kill him as he smirks at you and tells you to beg

he’s so absolutely infuriating, so irritating, and he was breaking down your resolve like he was an ocean wave and you were a crumbling sand castle

his thumb is slow and torturous, rubbing light circles into your clit but never going fast enough to make you cum, just enough to have pleasure creep in the edges of your frayed nerves

you try to buck and grind your hips into him to get him to apply more pressure, but it’s fruitless, and you’re left with no more options

closing your eyes, you murmur out a please

he tells you to do it again, to do it better, he knows you can do better

opening your eyes and glaring up at him, you bare your teeth and snarl at him, and he just looks down at you, awaiting your response

you grit your teeth and beg for him in a low and irritated voice, begging for him to fuck you on his fat cock, to make you cum until you only know his name, to fuck you until you worship him…please

Bi Han grins and with one single thrust, he pushes his cock into you and bottoms out, pelvis snug against yours

it steals your breath, and a strangled sound leaves your throat as he starts to fuck into you at a brutal pace, the sound of your wet pussy filling the air

he’s big, stretching you out to lengths you’ve never been, and he’s hitting every spot inside of you perfectly and turning your mind into mush as his thumb presses firmly into your clit

you refuse to beg anymore though and bite your lip to stifle your moans and whimpers, and you close your eyes and turn your head to the side to hide in your shoulder

Bi Han doesn’t seem to mind, simply leaning down further and making your hamstrings burn as he sucks and kisses hickeys into your neck

he nips at your sensitive skin, leaving his marks on you as his hips thrust in and out of you, and you let out a choked moan as you cream on his cock

his hips never stop, continuing their ruthless pace through your orgasm, but he lets out a low groan at the feeling of your pussy clenching and squeezing his cock

it’s the sound of your half-hidden whimpers and whines, his grunts and low moans, and the sound of his hips slapping into yours filling the room

every shock of pleasure is sharp and loud, cracking through your body as the overstimulation starts to sit in, but Bi Han doesn’t seem to care as he pants into your skin

he spares a look down and groans at the sight, and you look down as well, barely making out in the low light how every time he thrusts in, a slight bulge appears on your stomach

somehow, his pace quickens, and he growls into your ear that he’s going to cum in you, needs to cum in you and mark you all the way

you just whine in response, lips parting, and he takes the opportunity to attach his lips to yours and kiss you deeply, tongue finding its way into your mouth

your taste still lingers on his tongue, and you moan at the realization, pleasure coursing through you

he swallows the sound of your drawn-out keen as your pussy clamps down on his dick, nearly strangling it as you cum again, and he moans into your mouth as he does the same

you can feel his cum inside of you, warming you from the inside, and your thighs tremble as the both of your ride out your highs, his hips becoming sloppy and slow as he finishes

he just lays on top of you, letting his cock soften inside of you, and the both of you just lay there panting, chests heaving as you close your eyes and savor the last remnants of pleasure

and then you open your eyes and mutter for him to get off of you, and you tug at your arms, finally finding the ice fragile enough to break with your strength

he just grunts and obliges, his cock slipping out of you, and as much as you hate to admit it, you miss the feeling already

his cum seeps out of your pussy, spilling onto your clean bedsheets, and you glare at him, telling him that this was his fault

he rolls his eyes at you, saying that it was not, you were the one who had moaned his name in the first place

you retort saying that he had come over to your room first, and that you know for a fact that he lives in the opposite direction because that’s where all the higher-ups lived

he scowls at you but doesn’t say anything as he dresses in his slacks and picks up his robes from the floor

you stand up, fixing your shirt that had been pushed above your chest and you hold onto the door frame for balance on your shaky legs

he leaves, standing in the middle of the hallway and then turns back to you, and you just stand in the doorway and stare back at him

finally, he mutters out that he wants to see you again, next week, same time

you snort and say now who’s the one begging, and he rolls his eyes and starts walking away, letting you admire the way his back flexes as he walks

he’ll be back next week, you already know it

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[writingwithciara]

𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓉𝓌𝑜 ~𝓁.𝒽𝓊𝑔𝒽𝑒𝓈~

summary: luke knows he messed up

word count: 3.6k

pairing: luke hughes x reader

notes: this was kinda requested on my main blog but i put all my writing on this blog. whoever sent in the request, thank you i hope this was okay [part one here]

can you write how you'd think luke would react to reader while in a heated argument, like what would he do? would he argue back or just let you finish

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the moment y/n walked out of the apartment, luke knew he had fucked up. he never should've went to the bar and he never should've brought another girl home. especially not when the girl he wanted since he was 12 was right across the hall.

it was a stupid move on his part. and one that jack never let him forget.

y/n and luke had been best friends since they were younger but jack always viewed her as a sister. he needed her as much as she needed him and the fact that it was luke that drove her away had increased his anger.

"you've gotta be the biggest idiot i know. and i've met some doozies." jack just shook his head when luke told him. "how could you not see she loved you, luke? and not just platonically either. she thought so much more of you."

"i had no idea she loved me, jack. and trust me. if i had known, i would've told her that i love her too. she's my best friend and i need her. i know i'm an idiot but that doesn't mean i need to be reminded every 5 minutes." he checked his phone, hoping for a text or a missed call from y/n but he got nothing. he slide his phone back in his pocket and looked at his brother. "where is she staying?"

"she informed me not to tell you until she's done being mad. she doesn't want you showing up and making her feel worse. give her some time."

"okay." was all he said before retreating back to his room.

jack sighed, walked back to his own apartment and called y/n. when she picked up, jack noticed how red her eyes were.

"hey. how are you doing?"

"i've been crying all night over something as stupid as a fight with my best friend. i feel like an idiot."

"no, don't. you loved him and it was more than just a fight with your best friend. he broke your heart. you're allowed to cry."

"thanks, jack. i really appreciate you. glad i didn't lose you in this little 'divorce' between me and your brother."

"you may have been his best friend first but you're my best friend too. i will never leave. you're stuck with me for life, sweetheart."

"stop it or i'm going to actually smile."

"you know you want to." jack smirked and when he saw her giggle a little, he threw his hand up in the air in success. "yes. i love that."

"screw you. i was trying to be mad and upset."

"well sorry for killing the mood." jack chuckled.

"you didn't tell him where i was staying, did you?"

"absolutely not. you asked me not to."

"and i appreciate it, jack. you're the best and very obviously my favorite of the hughes brothers."

"i always knew i was." he smirked smugly and watched a smile appear on her face. “there’s that beautiful smile we love so much.”

“thanks, jack. you don’t even understand how much you mean to me right now.”

“i love you, y/n.” he smiled. “and luke does too. only his love is different than mine.”

“what are you talking about?”

“luke may be an idiot but he’s an idiot who’s in love. trust me on this. and if you love him too, which i know you do, you'll talk to him."

"maybe when i take some well needed time away from him." she sighed. "he doesn't deserve my presence in his life right now. not when he always puts me at the back of his mind."

"i don't blame you for being upset since you're always focused on him and making sure he's okay and taken care of. he should appreciate you more."

"try to tell him that."

"i have tried. he agrees he's an idiot and told me he didn't need to be constantly reminded of it."

"well at least he knows." y/n sighed on her end of the phone and looked off camera. "i'm gonna let you go. gotta get ready for work."

"alright. have fun. and only think about happy thoughts."

"thanks, jack." y/n smiled and hung up the phone. she looked around the room she was staying in and sighed. it wasn't her own room and it made her heart break a little bit more. she wanted nothing more than to go home but she knew it was impossible to do so with luke failing to realize what he had been doing.

before she got any deeper into thought, there was a knock on her door. she got up slowly and opened it, revealing a smiling john on the other side.

"hey. i wasn't sure what food you liked so i brought a bunch of stuff back for you."

"you didn't have to do that, john. but i appreciate it." y/n smiled and followed him to the kitchen. her eyes landed on the bags on the counter and she looked over at john. "okay, you really didn't have to do this."

"i know. but jack asked me to get you anything you needed so that's what i did. i figured you would need food but i wasn't sure which one you would be craving."

"well, i like all of this food. but for future reference, burgers are always a great choice for me." y/n smiled and grabbed the mcdonald's bag. "thanks again for letting me stay. i promise i'll be out of here as soon as i can find somewhere to live."

"you're welcome to stay here for however long you need."

"is your whole team full of sweet men?"

"basically. there's one or two guys who aren't the nicest. but it also depends on who they're around." john smiled. "are you coming to the party tonight?"

"yeah. i probably should. just because i'm mad at luke, doesn't mean i can't be there for the rest of you guys, right?"

"exactly." he smiled and they headed towards their rooms. "we should walk in together. could get luke's attention."

'i'll think about it and let you know before the party."

“alright. cool.” john smiled and walked towards his room with his own bag of food. y/n sat at the counter and started eating. no matter how hard she tried to fight it, her mind kept finding its way back to luke. she started to think more about john’s offer and decided it would probably get luke’s attention.

“hey, john? you decent in there?”

“of course. come on in.”

y/n opened the door slowly and smiled when she saw john hyper focused on a video game. “i thought about your offer...to walk into the party together.”

“oh yeah. and?”

“i say why the hell not? it’ll definitely get luke’s attention and since you’ll be there with the hottest girl, i’m sure it’ll strike some jealousy in another girl or two.”

“i hadn’t even thought about that honestly. i was only thinking about what would be best for you.” he smiled. “but that’s actually a good idea.”

“i’m full of them.” y/n smirked and headed towards the guest room to get ready. and of course, she called jack to get his opinion on what would be the best outfit to catch luke’s attention.

“it’s always going to be that red crop top you own. he always loves that on you.”

“really? i never noticed.” y/n searched through her bag to find it but came up empty handed. “i think i left it back in the apartment.”

“either that or luke took it and hid it from you because he didn’t like the attention you got from other guys.”

“i love you jack, i really do. but i don’t believe anything you’re saying.” y/n looked through her bag one more time before sighing in defeat. “jack, can you do me a favor?”

“already on my way there.” jack chuckled, causing y/n to smile. he knew her so well. jack used his spare key to let himself in. “he’s not here but i’m gonna make this quick, just in case he shows up.”

y/n waited for jack to find her the desired top and when he did, she thanked him before setting her phone on her desk and began doing her makeup.

when jack came to drop off the top, he smiled at her sympathetically. y/n found it suspicious but she brushed it off and finished getting ready.

🌜⭐️🌛🌜⭐️🌛🌜⭐️🌛

she and john stood outside the building together an hour later. y/n was frozen in place and john placed his hand on her shoulder reassuringly.

“we don’t have to go in there if you don’t want to. hell, we don’t even have to go in together if that’ll make you feel better.”

“no. i want to do this.” she smiled and grabbed his hand, gently squeezing it. “thank you for doing this, marino.”

“anytime, kiddo.” he smiled back at her and they walked into the party together.

it didn’t take long before luke found her. and it certainly didn’t take long to see who she had arrived with.

his own teammate. a friend. someone he considered himself to be close to.

he watched as john whispered something in y/n’s ear, causing her to giggle. luke knew he shouldn't have been upset that she was smiling and he wasn't the cause of it, but he couldn't help it. he was an idiot in love.

after staring longer than he needed to, luke grabbed the nearest bottle and headed out the back door to be alone.

y/n glanced up just as luke was closing the door. her plan worked so why did she feel so bad?

"thanks for doing this for me, john. it's working."

"mhm. for both of us." he tipped his glass in the direction of the kitchen. a tall girl with red hair was waving at john and she was smiling.

"congrats, buddy. go talk to her."

"oh, i am." he smiled, downed his drink and headed over to the kitchen.

y/n watched her friend for a few seconds and once she was sure things were going good, she decided to head out the back door.

luke didn't have to look behind him to know exactly who it was when he heard the door shut softly.

"what are you doing out here all alone, luke?"

"you should know the answer to that."

"i do. but what i don't understand is why you're so mad right now. if anyone has the right to be mad, it's me." y/n leaned against the rail of the back porch, far from luke.

"why are you even here at the party? and why did you show up with marino?"

"well, for one, it's a party celebrating my friends. and two, john is just my-"

"do not say he's just your roommate."

"well he is."

"you've only been out of the apartment for less than 24 hours. how are you already settled on that decision? thought you would be back by now."

"there's a reason i'm leaving, luke."

"what's it going to take for you to come back home?"

"you know damn well why i can't, luke."

"you're gonna have to help me out. i'm a little drunk right now."

"you have no idea how it feels to love someone so much that all you do is keep them at the front of your mind. and you have no idea how it feels to have your heart ripped out by that same person because you find out they don't think of you the same way."

"elaborate."

"no, luke. i'm done with this conversation." y/n wipes her eyes and went to walk back to the house. before her hand wrapped around the knob, luke's found its way around her wrist, effectively pulling her back to face him.

"i'm sorry, okay? i'm sorry for everything. for being the worst roommate. the worst friend. the worst person alive. is that what you need to hear?"

"are you only saying that because you think it's what i want to hear or because you really mean it?"

"what's the difference?"

"oh my god. goodbye luke." y/n yanked her wrist from his grip and walked back into the house. she looked around the room for john and when she found him, he was dancing with the red haired girl from before.

he was enjoying himself so y/n thought it'd be best if she left him alone. instead, she looked around for jack. he was standing alone so she approached him.

"hey. are you enjoying the party?"

"no. and i want to go home but john is occupied so i can't ask him."

"yeah it's not often he gets a girl." jack chuckled. "i can drive you home if you want."

"but you've been drinking.'

"it's actually just a pepsi. i'm the designated driver tonight." jack glanced at her. "so, would you like a ride back to john's?"

"that would be great. thanks jack." y/n smiled

"no problem." jack returned the smile and they headed out to the car.

halfway through the drive, y/n turned to look at jack. "can i actually stay at your place tonight? there's a good chance john's gonna bring that girl home and i don't want to hear them."

"you know you don't even have to ask." jack smiled and changed course, heading to his apartment instead. the only downside to staying with jack for the night was that her own apartment with luke was just downstairs, meaning there was a good chance she'd run into him in the building.

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y/n was wide awake at 4am when the guest bedroom door opened. assuming it was jack, she opened her mouth, but before she could speak, she heard his voice.

"jack, are you awake? i really need to talk to someone."

y/n stiffened and pretended to be asleep when luke sat at the end of the bed. he must've thought this was jack's room.

"i messed up, jack. i really messed up. y/n is the most perfect person i've ever met and i let her down. i shouldn't have been such an asshole to her. man, i love her so much but how am i supposed to tell her when she's upset with me?" luke sniffled and shifted a little. "i don't know how to explain to her that she's always on my mind. always at the front of my mind. never the back of it. the other night was a mistake. and so was tonight. oh god. i wanted to kiss her when i saw her at the party. but she hates me and she would've rejected me immediately. how am i supposed to get over someone who means the absolute world to me? someone who i never ever stop thinking about. someone who i've loved since i was 12 years old. my favorite person in the whole world."

y/n looked at his back and watched as it shook slightly. she wanted to tell him that he wasn't talking to jack and that she forgave him, but the words weren't coming out.

"if you happen to talk to her, can you tell her please? i would do it but she really hates me so i'm gonna give her some space." luke stood up and headed for the door. "thanks, by the way. you're a really good brother."

y/n watched as luke closed the door and listened as he stumbled out of the apartment.

"oh god. what am i going to do now?" y/n rubbed her eyes and sat up straight. she climbed out of bed and went across the hall to jack's room. "jack, are you awake?"

"yeah. come in." jack was sitting up in bed, staring at his phone. when he saw y/n, he locked his phone and made room for her to climb in beside him. "what's keeping you up so late?"

"your brother just came into the room and poured his heart out to me, thinking it was you. i want to forgive him so bad but i don't know what to say to him."

"i love you both but the two of you really need to get over this thing. you both love each other, obviously. so even though he was a jerk to you, isn't it worth it if you truly love him?"

"it might be. but he was crying and i don't want to make him feel embarrassed by acknowledging that i heard him cry."

"you do what you have to do. i'm here for support either way, you know that."

"i do. and i appreciate it jack." y/n looked at her friend and smiled. "so, when are you gonna get a girlfriend?"

"shut up and go to bed." jack chuckled and hit her with a pillow. instead of heading back to the guest room, y/n fell asleep in jack's bed. it was not a new occurrence for either of them.

the next morning, y/n received a text from john, apologizing for ditching her and for what she might have heard coming from his room. she assured him it was fine and that she had stayed with jack last night, to which he was relieved.

y/n looked at the other side of the bed and for the first time, noticed jack wasn't in the bed. she checked the time.

9:45am

"i wonder where he went." she thought out loud before swinging her legs over the edge of the bed and walking out of the room. the moment she walked into the hallway, she was hit with the sensational smell of waffles and coffee.

"good morning." jack greeted her as she entered the kitchen.

"good morning. what's all this?"

"figured you'd want some breakfast after what happened last night. you know, to cheer you up."

"you're amazing, jack. i love you." y/n smiled and sat down at the counter.

"i love you too." he served her a small stack of waffles and put some on a plate for himself. "don't hate me but luke is coming over in about an hour."

"oh. what for?"

"he called me and wanted to come over to talk to me abot what he confessed last night. so, if you want, you can stay and have that chat with him instead."

"thanks. i think that would be good." y/n smiled and the two of them finished eating breakfast. as y/n finished washing the plates, there was a knock at the door. she could hear him before she saw him.

"jack, i'm an idiot." were the first words out of luke's mouth.

"i agree. what for this time?"

"were you awake when i came into your room last night? did you hear anything i said?"

"yeah, about that." jack took a step back and let his brother walk into the kitchen. "i think you two need to talk."

jack hurried out of the apartment as fast as he could, not leaving luke any time to argue about the situation. instead, he just avoided all eye contact.

"i heard what you said last night, luke. and i-"

"oh great. so why didn't you say anything?"

"i didn't want to speak and scare you off. i wanted to listen to what you had to say. and when you were done, i went to say something but you got up and left." y/n put the last dish away and looked over at luke. "but believe me when i say that when i saw you were crying, i wanted to wrap you up in a warm hug and let you know that i forgive you. but again, i didn't want to scare you away."

"i wasn't crying." luke shifted awkwardly and leaned against the opposite counter.

"luke, i know you better than you think i do. and it's okay to talk to me about how you're feeling. you're my best friend."

"still? even after i forgot about you?"

"yes, even after all that. because the love i have for you is greater than the anger i can hold. so the love outweighs it all."

"you love me?"

"yeah. crazy, ain't it?"

"would you believe me if i told you i've loved you since we were 12?" he chuckled. "oh wait. you heard me last night. i'm an idiot. how could i mix up the two rooms? more importantly, how could i think i was talking to jack when all i could smell was your perfume? i must've been really out of it."

“it’s okay. it tends to happen, lukey.” she used his nickname and he couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face when he heard it. to him, it felt like he hadn’t heard it in years.

“i appreciate it. and i appreciate you not judging me for getting emotional last night.”

“one, men are allowed to show their emotions without fear. and two, i would never judge you. you know that.”

“i know. but if you wanted to, i wouldn’t blame you. i’m an idiot.”

“i agree.” y/n smiled. “but again, it’s okay. nobody’s perfect. and hey, we can be idiots together.”

“please tell me you mean that.” luke looked down at y/n and smiled hopefully.

she grabbed the sides of his face and brought him down to her level. “i meant every damn word, lukey.”

and before he could respond, she kissed him. she kissed him with passion and she kissed him with anger. but most importantly, she kissed him with all the love she had ever felt before.

as she pulled away slowly, luke couldn’t help the smile that etched itself onto his face. the girl he’s loved since he was 12 finally loved him back.

“so will you please come home now?”

“you are my home, lukey. and there’s no other place i’d rather be.”

#luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #nhl #new jersey devils #jack hughes #nj devils #lh43

[hyukascampfire]

To: Someone From a Warm Climate

wc: 7.5k

my works are NOT meant to be accurate representations of any idols. i do not claim them to be as such. they are works of purely fiction.

genre: smut, angst, fantasy violence

pairings: faerie!taehyun x human!reader

synopsis: a life lived as a human among the fae is one hard-earned. the folk are built of indescribable beauty, and of debauchery and mischief. for some, a life lived subservient to the folk is just fine; but to those who dream of something more, they would spend their lives clawing and biting to make it happen.

a/n: okay i am actually so obsessed with a icy and mean taehyun. like genuinely it is rotting my brain LMAO

! warnings: violence, blood is drawn, some heated kissing and groping, a magic spell is placed over a human character, fem reader

The stale reek of the ancient, crumbling palace walls makes it feel increasingly like they are closing in on me, as I trail only a foot behind the odd goblin spy. He is quiet, relatively short in stature and quite grubby. I had plenty of reasons to be scared of him; a royal spy, no doubt lethal in skill, who could probably spin around and end my life the second he decided he didn’t like me. But I wasn’t scared of him—no, my brain is quintessentially human, and more scared of whether or not the rest of them would find me up to their standards when we arrived there.

Growing up among the folk was, in an understatement, challenging. They were of a different nature. They did not understand the rules of the human world, and could never understand my resentment for being spirited away. They would argue that it was a blessing, that I would one day grovel at the feet of the faerie that had stolen me here all those years ago. I grew to hate all things faerie, a potent seed nurtured in my mind the more Nut-hatch made me sew the gowns she couldn’t manage, until my fingers were bleeding and sore. Who could not adore a life spent at the beck and call of the faerie that snatched you right from your cradle?

I trip over a loose, fractured stone, reaching out for a wall to catch myself. I hiss as my palm stings, re-steadying myself and spinning my hand over to inspect the burning scrapes. Blood wells around shallow scrapes, but I force my legs back into motion when I notice the stout goblin still making his way down the passage. 

“And you expect to be a spy,” the goblin laughs, a throaty and irritating sound, “crying over a superficial scuff.” He does not even turn around to address me, but I can’t say I expected that. I had done nothing to earn his respect. I hope to change that. 

Instead of defending myself, and making myself sound pathetic, I just stop nursing the scrape. The walk is long, and I find my mind wandering to ways this could play out. Many of them do not end well. I squeeze my eyes shut, gulping down a swallow despite the tightness in my throat. When I feel my foot catching on flat ground again, nearly toppling forward, my eyes lurch open. Don’t close your eyes walking down the halls of decrepit old castles, idiot. 

He makes a stop a few feet ahead of me, just before a towering, ornate and heavy elmwood door. The metal handles are scuffed to the point that they are utterly dull and reflect little light, and there are four long gashes that splinter the wood. Wild gashes like that could only have been carved by a beast of Faerie origin. 

“So, this is the entrance?” I ask, catching up to him. I gesture at the door in front of us. 

He levels me a stare, a crooked grin tugging at his mouth, a yellowed canine so sharp it would pierce my jugular with little resistance peeking out. I squirm under his glare, yellow eyes scrutinizing me for a moment. 

“More like this,” he says simply, looking pointedly at a slate tile at his feet. I sigh. I suppose I should’ve inferred that the entrance of a royal spy den is not just a door with no visible locks or veiling. I watch as he dislodges the loose tile from the ground with practiced ease, a heavy hunk of stone that reveals a set of stairs leading down into the ground. The palace they had decided to conceal the den within is no doubt timeworn, but the staircase I look at now seems to be built much more recently. The stone is significantly less worn and eroded, save for the dirt that caked the tops of each step. 

I frown at the prospect of heading down without even so much as a torch on the wall. “How deep is that staircase?” I ask. The goblin had already begun descending, pausing at the third step with visible impatience. 

“Oh, just get down here, won’t you?” he grumbles. “This damned stone is heavy.” I observe the utter pitch black of the stairwell for a moment, before relenting and descending into it. The sound of stone grinding and the light weaning to nothingness unsettles me as he slides the coverstone back over the entrance. 

“I can’t see shit.” I say. He curses me out under his breath before he grabs me by the meat of my arm with gnarled, calloused fingers, tugging me forward and down the steps. I protest as I almost slip off the ledge of a step, stumbling down each descending one for a few moments until we come to another stop. I sit in waiting for whatever he is doing in the pitch black, breathing in the air thick with the smell of mud and all things earthy, without questioning him again. I do not intend to come off as any more incapable than I already had made myself look. My stomach is tied in such tangled up knots that I don’t know how to act right; how to act like the capable spy that I had painted myself to be in order to even end in this decaying palace. I wonder if he is second guessing his decision in even bringing me here. I hold my head up a little more, squaring my shoulders. 

A resounding pattern of knocks bounces off the dirt walls surrounding us, and the sound of muffled words spoken follow, before a soft yellow light luminates our surroundings as a peephole slides open. I blink my eyes to readjust, taking in my surroundings for the first time since that stone snuffed the light out. A rickety, rotting wood door stands before us, oddly shaped to fit the round, burrowed out dirt hollow. The light filtering in from behind the door disappears when somebody peeks through it. No words are even exchanged before a metal sliding bolt unlocks, and the round door swings open. I squint my eyes in the light.

“This is her?” A reedy faerie stands holding the door open, her skin a pale green and with an iridescent sheen to it. The hood from the cloak around her shoulders is tugged over her head, but I can see the way she takes me in even through the shadow it casts. 

“Something wrong?” The goblin asks, shoving his way past the long limbed sprite. I stay put, not wanting to just barrel my way in. 

She scrutinizes me for a moment longer, shrugging. “No,” she says, lips pursed, “just a bit…” She hesitates on the wording. “Underwhelming?” She leaves the door to follow him in. I gnaw at my cheeks. I am used to being lackluster—I was raised from infancy here, in a world of beings that redefined the meaning of beauty. Humans could be beautiful, yeah. But it was not the beauty of starless nights for eyes, nor of flower-petal skin, and never hair of twinkling, gold-spun strands. Human beauty could only ever exist in the four-walled prison of facial symmetry and physical attraction. Even the most gritty of the folk had a certain air of ethereal about them, worted and twisted as they may be. I resent them every day for it. 

Their little hideout is humble. It smells of old wood, and furniture was limited. The two of them sit at a square table to the center of the room, leaving three other seats empty. I mull over whether or not simply taking a seat next to them would be offensive, before just shoving my nerves down with a foot long stick and just sitting. The sprite girl tugs her hood off her head, revealing a head of tousled white hair, except for horizontal stripes of black that decorate some chunks. Her eyelashes are chunky, spidery, and curled, so long they tickle her brow with each blink, and they frame the green pair of eyes not too different in tone from her skin. She sits nonchalant and kicked back in the chair, chunky boots up and criss-crossed on the table. 

“This is the place where you’ll meet us,” she says, addressing me finally. She wiggles a foot as if this conversation is the last she’d like to be having. I pause inwardly—I had thought this would be some sort of rugged, skill-testing spy interview, not initiation. “You’ll meet the others whenever they–”

I cut her off. “Aren’t you going to ask me about my qualifications?” 

She quirks a delicate brow.

 “Or, like, test me? Or something?” I say. The two of them share a look, before breaking out into snorts and giggles. I shift in my seat, frowning. There was nothing funny about my questions.

“We would have never even brought you down here if we didn’t already decide on you,” the sprite girl says, and then gestures at the goblin, “We heard plenty of you from Gristle.” 

I take in the goblin as he sputters to explain himself, embarrassed how the sprite had made it seem like he was raving. Gristle was his name, then. “We needed a human counterpart,” he says, pointing a clawed finger at the sprite girl. “Nobody else was doing the heavy lifting in recruiting. You try and see how it is, then.” He huffs, voice gravelly. “We needed one, and I brought you one.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” she says, voice softening to the soft tone reminiscent of the one used to soothe a tantruming toddler. “You sure did, Gristle.” She flexes her booted foot to point in my direction, “But did you bring us a competent one?” 

I cross my arms across my chest, narrowing my eyes. “I’m plenty competent,” I say. Sure, I was just some inconsequential servant girl of a busy seamstress faerie. But I needed to make something more of myself. I could learn anything, if it meant that. “You don’t have to worry about me running off and telling anybody anything.”

She barks a laugh, as if the notion was ridiculous, “Well, I should know that, because I assume you value your life well enough.” She lets her feet drop off the table, prowling toward me, before sliding an ornate dagger from its sheath at her hip and brandishing it to me. “But could you even hold your own if someone engages you out in the field?” She then drives the thick pommel of it into my chin. My head snaps back with the force of the strike, and I can feel by the warm trickle of blood that it busted my chin open. 

I look at her, wild-eyed and accusatory. My jaw aches as I open my mouth to ask, “What was that?” A trail of thick blood runs down my neck, and she just scoffs.

“Figures.” The sprite sheaths the dagger, dropping back into her seat unceremoniously as if she did not just bash me in the chin. 

“I don’t know how to fight yet,” I say, wiping at my neck. I bring my hand up to check the damage, hissing through my teeth as I prod around the gash. I shake my shoulders, as if it would shake off the searing pain running up and down my jaw, before adding, “But I can learn. I will learn.” Gristle tosses me a rag he had retrieved silently from a drawer, his mouth pulled taut into a line. I wipe up the remnants of the blood, the metallic tang of it finally reaching my nose. I shudder as I press the rag to the wound and hold it there. 

“Now, that’s what I’m talking about,” Gristle cracks, his grin toothy. “We weren’t going to find humans who could already fight,” he says, a fur-tipped ear twitching, “but one willing to learn…” He looks at me, and then returns his gaze to the sprite. “We can work with that, Cricket.” When her face stays drawn, he repeats, “We can work with it.” His yellow saucer eyes are serious.

Cricket doesn’t say anything; her grassy eyes simply go distant with thought for a moment. It was true; humans were not brought to the world of Faerie to learn to fight. Or to be anything more than servants, at that. The luckiest ones, like me, were at the very least schooled on reading and faerie histories. Lucky would be an overstatement, though. Nobody stolen from their homes, and then forced to accept a reality in a foreign world, was genuinely lucky. Despite it, I no longer dream of the life I could’ve had in the human world. It is not my life. It will never be my life. And, considering the look that Cricket and Gristle share, my life is now to be the human counterpart of a royal band of spies. 

“Do you know how an oath works?” Cricket asks, pulling out that same embellished dagger and spinning it between two fingers. I hesitate before nodding. I didn’t, and she seems to read right through me and narrows her eyes at me. 

“First of all, don’t lie. Never lie. We have to be able to trust each other.” She says, still spinning that glittering dagger utterly nonchalant. “You’ll want our trust when you’re on the field and need your back covered. Not knowing how to officiate an oath is one thing,” she stops spinning the blade to point it at me, “lying to me is another.”

 I shake off the embarrassment that crawls up my throat, “I’m sorry. I want you guys to trust me.” 

“Trust is especially important with you,” she says. And it’s true, humans can lie blatantly by mouth. The folk could twist truths to deceive, and bend over backwards to make one thing sound like another, but they could not just lie. In my schooling years, it was taught that a lie was simply against faerie nature. I had laughed at that—if anything seemed to be in faerie nature, it was lying.

 “We can start our trust,” she gestures with one finger between herself and I, “on the right foot with a geas.” She takes my arm that is not holding the rag and tugs it toward her. I struggle with the word geas. A geas is a faerie ensorcelement the folk dearly love subjecting humans, who did not know any better, to. They sweet-talk them into it, and when the human was fully ensorcelled, the human became a living plaything; to make dance unabashedly and kiss the dirt off their boots. The term leaves a bad taste in my mouth. 

“An oath and a geas are not interchangeable,” I say, wary and preparing to take my arm back. “Which is it?”

 She rolls her eyes. “An oath means nothing to a human.” She looks to Gristle for support, “Right or wrong, Gristle?”

“Leave me out of it.” 

Cricket just laughs. “We just have to get some type of insurance,” she starts, “so that I won’t have to end up tying up loose ends.” A knock rings through the room, that same rhythmic knock that Gristle had performed on the door. Gristle simply clambers over to the door and slides the peephole open. 

“Decided to show up to work today?” Gristle says through the peephole, before sliding the hatch open. I look away from the door before seeing who enters, as Cricket grows impatient, spinning my arm so that my palm is facing the roof. She takes her dagger and slides it across the delicate skin of my palm. I try to reclaim my hand, but she holds it steady and slides a slit across her own palm. 

“Are you guys trying to bleed me for every drop I have?” I protest. I could probably count the amount of wounds I was inflicted with since stepping into the palace on two hands.  I watch as she clasps our hands together, mushing our wounds, still seeping blood, together. 

I had forgotten about the knock at the door until a new voice, with a deep and silvery quality to it, asks, “Trying to do it before I could get here, Cricket?” The voice travels from behind me to in front of me, and the man behind it comes into view. He was relatively tall, towering over Gristle, and quite a bit taller than Cricket. His hair is dark, hanging over a pair of sharp eyes that glare daggers at Cricket. I thank all things good that he was not leveling me with that icy smolder. He is notably less armed than the other two, with just a bow at his back. No doubt some discreet daggers here and there, though. And, most of all, his ears are the distinct rounded form of a human’s ear. 

“This,” Cricket gestures with an exasperated arm, “is Taehyun.” If the roundness of his ears were not already telling, the name was. He was human. I frown, retracting my hand.

“I thought you guys were looking for a human counterpart? That you had no human piece?” 

The quickness that Cricket was trying to get a geas over me was already unnerving, but now they were lying about the circumstances of my recruitment?

 Cricket gives Taehyun a look that could match the heat of a thousand suns. Taehyun’s face is stony and unmoving. Gristle does not make so much as a peep. 

“Taehyun,” she takes my wounded hand into her own again, “is faerie.” 

“What about his ears, then?” I make a gesture around my own ear, one that drags along the round curve of it. Faeries were not born with rounded ears, not the goblins, nor the hobs, nor  brownies, not even ones that are the most humanlike in nature. I had seen folk with knives for teeth, skin of boulders, hair from ear to clawed foot, but never rounded ears. It was another intrinsic piece of their nature; what set me apart from them. He was absolutely a human, and they were absolutely liars. They had to have spoken their words in a way that made one thing seem like another, spun truths into lies. It was the faerie way. I would not be magically compelled by liars. Taehyun’s face flashes with the first emotion I had seen since he arrived, but it is muddled and hard to read. 

Cricket scowls deeper, “He is not a human.” 

Taehyun gets in closer, his eyes venomous. “You know how I feel about that shit.”

 I try to decipher whether he meant being human, or the geas, but his next words solve it for me. “And you were going to try and do it before I could say anything.” When Cricket opens her mouth to say something, he cuts her off, “Don’t you say that’s not true.” 

Cricket turns to me, decidedly not responding to Taehyun. “I want the geas, because it will make us feel safer. I swear on the Mighty King’s life that I will not use it to control you in any way, other than to keep your mouth shut about our operations. You will not hear another thing of it from this day forward, anyway.” Her words are proof enough of her honesty, plain and so obvious in their wording that she could not be twisting her truths around a lie. She means what she says, or else she would not be able to say it. “Would it make you feel better if you were the one to make it, Taehyun? Would you just shut up, and let us move on from this?” She asks. Gristle feels the tension as bad as I do, so thick in the air you could choke on it, making himself busy sliding a blade down a sharpening stone.

Taehyun does not respond, his black eyes conveying exactly how he feels about that. I attempt to ease the atmosphere, while also catering to my own curiosities, “How is he a faerie, with rounded ears? That doesn’t…” Taehyun’s eyes flicker at the topic of his ears again. “Exist.”

“Well, it seems you don’t know all that you think you do about Faerie then, huh?” Taehyun spits. He spins, and begins for a hall that leads further into the spy den, long legs clad in black striding near silently beneath him. The words crawl under my skin successfully. I could spend my whole life here, and still the folk would see me as foreign. It makes me want to make that geas, to make something of myself. To be a spy, and make them see that I am so much more than what Nut-hatch told me I was destined to be: a servant to the superior beings. To make him chew his words, because I knew plenty about this foul world, and how to live in it. If anything was true, it was true that I knew more about it than him. 

I turn to Cricket, more determination in me now than I even had when I pledged my case to Gristle. “I’ll take the geas. I’ll do whatever it takes to become a competent piece of your team, I swear it. I know my words don’t carry much weight to you, but please, let me show you that I mean them.” Cricket grins, tightening her hand to mine, tilting her head to one side and batting her spiky lashes at me. 

“I knew you were a smart girl,” she taps me on the nose, before her expression drops to a more solemn one. The odd headiness of faerie enchantment tugs at the sides of my vision, turning it wavy and magnified about the edges. I feel it thread through the air, and then spread from my palm up my arm, and then all over, under my skin, like an itch, and in my head, like potent faerie wine. It lasts for a moment’s width longer, before I blink it away. She drops her hand from mine. 

“You will not speak of this team, nor its operations, to anybody I do not authorize, and are, from this exact moment forward, unable to reveal the location of our center of operations.” I shudder under the gravity of knowing my autonomy is vulnerable, and in her hands. Was it ever truly mine to have, though? Faerie glamour and enchantments on humans were unpunishable, and often seen as entertainments. Is a geas permanent? I shove back that worry; it is too late now.

Gristle whistles a descending tone, finally making himself known again. “This place, we call Homebase. Or, The Hole. Whichever you prefer,” he gestures around, and I take in the shoddy ceiling, the make-shift kitchen, and the weapons strewn about every surface. Definitely a spy hideout. “There are a few others for you to meet. They come and go; but you’ll be staying here, I understand?” I nod. He knew about my situation with Nut-hatch already. “Okay, then. Let’s get you a room,” he hobbles to that hallway Taehyun had stormed down, his gold-embroidered cloak dragging on the floor behind him. I follow, scoping out the scenery. 

“Do the others not stay here?” We continue down that same hall, the smell of underground musk still heavy. That would take me some getting used to. 

He grunts in affirmation. “Whoever you met today, stay here. The others dwell elsewhere, for some reason or another.” He stops at a room, and opens the door. The room is ornate in contrast with the other rooms of The Hole, the bedding plush and made of fine threads. It was not anything overly extravagant, but perfectly fit for a spy of The King. It is better than sleeping in the sweltering-hot attic of Nut-hatch’s cottage, I decide, appreciating the cool and damp air. And here, they decided I am worthy enough of my own room. That is more than enough for me.

 “But, you’ll meet them tomorrow, no doubt. Make this room your own, I’ll fetch some more fitting garments for you,” he gestures loosely down to the simple linen frock I adorn. I feel the odd tickle of embarrassment at the back of my mind. The irony of my attire, while living under the roof of an esteemed seamstress, is hard to ignore. Nut-hatch had always liked to scold me up and down that there was no need to look frilly working at a gown shop, while simultaneously being dressed in ribbons and lace. I take a deep breath of linen-scented air, and then release it. And then, I get to work in making the room my own. 

❈

I do my best to plant my booted foot to the ground, to save myself from anxiously toeing dirt or stone. The clothes they brought for me were odd and foreign, as a girl who quite literally only wore the most efficient of dresses, and leather slippers on my feet for the entirety of my life leading up to this moment. The mask and the thin, hooded cloak bunch around my neck and shoulders are stifling, the boots are so heavy and chunky that they chastely kiss the ground when I step. It trips me up. The sensation of pant legs securing my thighs and shins is suffocating, and the weight of the weapons secured by straps are heavier than I’d ever expected them to be. And, to top it all off beautifully, my first assignment is with Taehyun. We’re supposed to be heading north, to the land of the hoarfrost, where the folk are Unseelie, and are said to be the most vicious. I’d already let that thought sink in, though. Now, all I can mull over is spending the trip with Taehyun; the disgust he had regarded me with before he left last night is still burnt bright into my mind.

Lightweight footsteps approach behind me, and I know it’s Taehyun.. He plops a pack on the ground wordlessly, before tugging the hood of his mantle up and over his head. He is, like yesterday, fashioned in a black tunic and a matching doublet, embroidered with silver threads at the lapel and cuffs, a heavy bow strapped to his back. 

I cross my arms over my chest, before gesturing to the bag I had already packed for myself, “I packed.” 

He sends a vacant look to me. “Put that one back.” He says. The air is so tense, I consider just doing it, but his tone ruffles my feathers. 

“I have stuff that I want to bring in mine.” He doesn’t respond, his face resound and unforgiving. “Look,” I huff, “I know you don’t respect me yet, but I’m trying my best to become competent, you know?” 

“I respect you,” he picks up the pack he brought me, and dusts the bottom off. “You would freeze to the core in the north without the stuff packed in here. Competence is nothing to a corpse.” 

I blink at the bluntness of his words. I press my mouth into a thin line, before placing my original bag on the table and slinging the other over my shoulder. I gesture for him to lead the way, and he does so without falter; and so we start our trek off to a splendid start. 

❈

There is plenty of time to mull over what we would be doing in the north as Taehyun leads us through the lush forest, where the hum of insects and nearby streams, and the cloying scent of summer-warmed bushberries, reign supreme. When my stomach begins to rumble for not having eaten all day, I stop by a bush with exceptionally heavy branches and begin picking. The juice of the berries is thick and golden, like honey, when they mush between my fingers, and it glitters in the odd way that faerie fruit does. 

“Are you dull?” Taehyun’s voice, thick with contempt, makes me jump and lose my handful of berries. “That is a Goldhip bush,” he says, his strong brows pinched, “you would die without even a sign; just drop dead to the grass.” He scoffs, before spinning and heading the same way he was going before I decided to grab fistfuls of, apparently, intensely poisonous berries. I follow him, shaken. 

“I had no idea,” I say, mostly to myself, but he stops, turning on me. 

“You can’t afford having no idea out here. You’re going to have to step up to your role, now.” He gives me a long look, before turning back around and stepping over a felled log. 

I step over the log as well. “I didn’t really have any reasons to know your poisons in my old life,” I say. Nut-hatch at least fed me well. I set my pace so that I am parallel to him, instead of trailing him. “What are the ones I should know?” 

He doesn’t even pause to think for a moment. “Goldhip berries are turned into a liquid extract, and dropped into drinks. It does not have a smell, but has a sickly sweet taste. It doesn’t matter by the time the recipient tastes it, though; they’re as good as dead.” A chill burrows its way under my skin. I had been so close to death; had I just popped a berry into my mouth, I would be dead right now. 

“How would you even avoid being poisoned by that, then?” 

“You don’t.” He deadpans. “It’s why you have to stay always painfully aware of your surroundings. Always.” I nod.

“Silver and salt are poison to the folk. They singe the skin, and in cases of ingestion, they decay the insides. It’d be best if you use that to your advantage. A poison that is harmless to you, but deadly to another, is an asset.” I clasp my hands and thank the sky inwardly, at that. It feels like an ah-hah moment, to have something over the folk. Small mercies. 

“Human poisons, however, don’t work on the folk at all. So, whatever you remember from your old life won’t serve you here.”

Old life? I have no old life. “I was raised here,” I say, keeping the hurt that tugs at my features on a tight leash. “I was in Faerie before I could even walk.” 

I watch as his face falters, sunlight filtering through tree leaves dappling his features and highlighting his nose. He is beautiful, like all fae are. He only nods in acknowledgement, but I can tell he tucks the information away. His sharp eyes are intelligent, it was quite obvious when he was observing and internalizing. 

He presses forward. “Hunter’s Bane is a milled-up tree leaf that inebriates, and fizzes up any drink it is sprinkled into. Not deadly, but being put in such a state could be. Deadly Pinchweed is ground up as well, and leaves a green tint—and is deadly. 

“Lachrymose is a faerie fruit. As I’m sure you know, it makes a human agreeable and fogs the mind. It’s usually not prepared in any special way, just fed to glamoured humans.” The name of the fruit brings back the memory of a boy, a bit older than me, who at a particularly wild revelry was fed faerie fruit and buttered up by folk who thought it would be exceptionally humorous for the boy to make an audience with The King. Of course, the boy did, spewing nonsense at the foot of the dais, before going to wrap The King in a hug. A guard shot an arrow through his heart. He could not have been older than 16. Nut-hatch barred us from any form of revelry after that; she couldn’t spare her hard-raised shop worker over some faerie fruit.  I fold the memory up neatly, compacting it so that I can keep it vibrant and alive in my mind. I solidify, in that memory, that Taehyun and every other wretched creature of his kind, would hardly blink twice to see me die such a death. 

❈

Taehyun kindles a small but mighty fire with dry twigs and pine needles. I settle onto the ground, propping my back against a gnarled trunk and try to breathe out the ache in my back with each breath. I miss the way the mattress back at home base had cradled my body into sleep, and abhor the dirt and foliage that was sticking to my pants and palms where they meet the ground. 

Taehyun’s voice, returning from his last round of searching for pine needles, startles me. “Get up.”

 I shoot him a look that, hopefully, channels all my exhaustion. “I just sat down,” I whine, exasperated. 

“If you’re hungry, get up.” He says, narrowing his eyes at me. He has ditched his mantle cloak and his doublet, and now is only in his simple black tunic, its sleeves rolled to his elbows. He’s serious, then. 

I huff and complain, but stand up and dust off my palms and pants from the needles that stick to them. The especially deep indents itch a bit, and I soothe them as I follow him promptly into the thicker part of the woods. 

“Lighten your feet,” Taehyun commands, his voice low, as a twig snaps under my foot. I wince; trying to replicate the lightness of his walk, but it makes no noticeable difference. If anything, my gait is more off than before, now that I’m overthinking my walk. Taehyun stops walking, pointing to his feet, before slowly demonstrating his footfalls. “Tense your legs, and keep your weight on your back foot until the other is fully on the ground.”

I oblige, and can’t help the smile that tugs at my lips as it works. 

We continue through the shrubbery and low-hanging branches, until Taehyun pauses, placing a finger over his lips. I see it now, too; a plump pheasant that pecks at the foliage none-the-wiser. Taehyun reaches for his bow, and notches an arrow. He pulls the bowstring taut, centering his shot, and the arrow sings as he lets it fly. 

The thud of the arrow piercing the pheasant makes my stomach flip. The pheasant cries, the arrow had pinned its wing and pierced through its stomach, but not killed it instantly. I avert my eyes as the scene burrows under my skin, and sets my heart sinking like a stone in water. Taehyun’s hurried steps bound over toward the still squawking bird, and the sound of metal unsheathing is followed by a loud final cry, and then silence. My muscles go rigid, and my nails dig deep crescents into my palm. I do not open my eyes, even as Taehyun announces that he spots a second bird. The pheasant’s final cries bounce off the walls of my mind, reverberating and driving a stake into my hurting heart more with each echo.

❈

Taehyun ended up catching us two other pheasants on the way back to our temporary campsite. I watch as they roast over the fire, yellow flames licking at their lightly charring bodies. Taehyun takes one off, passing it to me on a stick whittled sharp at the end. I shake my head, queasy at the thought of eating it. 

He delivers me a cold resolve. “Respect its life,” He holds the stick there for me to take again. 

“I’ll throw up,” I shake my head again, wrapping my arms around my stomach. 

He barks a laugh. “This is ridiculous.” He lets the stick drop back over the fire, and I flinch as embers flurry up into the air, and narrowly miss me. Attitude flares up in my chest, and I go to say something smart-mouthed, but before I can, he continues, “Go back, if you’re just going to become a waste of my time. You think you’re a spy under The King? I don’t see shit but a spoiled brat, who thinks life should be handed to her. If you wanted that, this was not the life to choose.”

I reel at the bite in his voice. His words cut right where it hurts. “You think so?” I say, willing back the hot tears that prickle my eyes. They would only prove his case. “You don’t know a thing about me.”

“I know that you don’t know shit about being a spy,” he says, standing up. “I know that you are weak, and think you’re ready for a world that is going to kill you, and that you should probably be on your way back to Homebase to tell them you were never cut out for this.” 

I’m up to my feet in an eye’s blink, closing in on him. “Humans don’t have the privilege of being spoiled brats in your world.” I hiss. The warm sensation of tears rolling down my cheek has me hoping that he doesn’t notice, and I reach up to wipe it quick. I curse being an angry crier. “I’m doing what I can, with what I have. Just teach me what I need to learn, and I’ll learn it.” 

“Eat the damn pheasant, then.” he urges, like a wild beast in a delicate bauble shop. 

I laugh an exhausted laugh. “Would it kill you to have a little compassion? Just a little? I’ve never killed something, and then eaten it. It's… I think it’ll take me some time to get used to it. Just give me some time, yeah?” It isn’t fair at all for him to hold me to the standards he is holding me to. 

He goes quiet. I sit for a moment, too, stewing in all my rehashed hurt. It isn’t just that he’s treating me like a burden, or the low-blows he seems to keep opting for. He’s unknowingly cutting down to my deepest worries, rubbing salt in the wound, that maybe I am never going to amount to anything more than a servant girl. 

He unsheathes the longsword at his back, getting into a solid stance. “Show me you can be strong, then.” I hesitate. I’ve never so much as swung a sword, and the weight of it is heavier than I’d expect as I unsheathe mine. The metal hisses, and the handle of it is solid and plainly decorated. I replicate his stance, and shift the weight of the sword awkwardly in my hand, trying to find my grip

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I say, palms a bit sweaty against the cold metal, rocking in my stance. He swings hard, the force of it colliding with my sword jolts me, and it flies from my hands. I panic, frozen to the ground as he swings again. My heart lurches as I realize he isn’t going to pull his swing. 

Wind whooshes as his sword stops just by my face. He leaves it there, pointed right at my nose. “Pick it up,” he cocks his head toward my sword. I stare at him, wide-eyed, as I oblige him. We reset our stance, him barking commands every time he finds my stance or swing to be flawed. I accept his criticism with open arms—it is better than the disdain that had painted his features. 

I grit my teeth. I’m sheened in sweat, tugging for deep breaths, and my limbs are slow to recover from each blow he sends me. I’m twisting, dodging, and parrying as he tells me, but it's sloppy, and I have to summon my energy from already low reserves for each. His skin is irritatingly free of sweat, and still of that oddly cold and pristine quality. I had not noticed before how much it looks like frost twinkles under his skin. 

My back collides with a tree I had not noticed Taehyun was backing me into, air escaping my lungs in a big whoosh. He gains on me, pressing the long edge of his sword so that it sits mind-numbingly close to my neck. I can feel my pulse rushing in my neck, heart beating from my chest in an almost audible thudding. I continue to try and catch my breath. He swoops in so close that his breaths fan over my face. An emotion that I have a hard time reading flickers in his eyes, and then he’s slamming his mouth to mine. 

It’s a desperate clashing of teeth and lips. He lets his sword drop from my neck and to the ground, and he takes my face in his sword-roughened hands. My own find purchase at his shoulders, tugging him closer as if he could be any more so. The sound that escapes me as his hand tangles into the hair at the back of my head and tightens, tugging my head back and pressing in with more fervor, is like none I’ve ever made before. 

When we pull back for air, my vision swims around the edges, and is dappled with stars. He studies my face, and I’m suddenly more conscious than ever of how my cheeks burn and my lips are smeared with our kiss. He takes in my debased state. His eyes have more fire in them than I ever thought I’d see—swirling and ravenous, an innate need clawing to reach the surface . It’s a dizzying mixture of pure headiness, and I shouldn’t be doing this. He dives back in, and each nip and lick at my neck is blazing. They electrify my veins and send shockwaves from the column of my throat and through my chest, zipping up and down every one of my limbs. I’m not even sure that if Taehyun were to stop holding me fast to the tree, I would be able to stand on my legs, wobbly and unreliable. 

“Taehyun,” I gasp, my voice sounding not entirely my own. “Taehyun.” 

“You piss me off so fucking bad.” He keeps one hand fisted at the back of my head, exposing my neck to him, but the other travels down my body experimentally. “And I have no idea why.” 

My mind wants to reel and dwell on that, but he doesn’t let me. He wanders a hand about the hem of my shirt, and then he dares to go underneath it, and then he trails that cold hand up the plane of my abdomen. My stomach flips. “Have…” I gasp, “Have you maybe considered that you’re just an asshole?” 

He draws back from ravishing my neck to give me a look, his eyes wild and untrained. It felt, for some odd reason, good to break down his impenetrable exterior—to puncture it down to where he is in his base desires. Maybe it’s because I just need him to see me as something other than useless, to need me so badly that he forgets his contempt for me. He maintains eye contact as his thumb traces the swell of my breast, watches me gasp as he finds my nipple and rolls it under his thumb. His eyes set me ablaze, and he delights in the way I burn. 

“What, you’ve got nothing to say to that?” I say, meeting all the intensity of his gaze the best I can. I try to goad him into something; even if anger, so that he’ll soothe the pounding between my thighs. He does not entertain me, just regarding me with that same blistering intensity. My scalp begins to ache with the relentless tug of his fist, and I whimper, my hands leaving their place in his tunic to grab at his hand. 

“You’re every bit the whiny brat I’ve known you to be,” he says. His voice is gravelly, as if even those few words were hard for him to formulate. Just as my chest had adjusted to the chill of his palm, he drags his fingertips back down my abdomen. The pads of his fingers rake over me, my skin prickling and alight. 

“And you’ve got every bit of faerie entitlement to you,” I hiss. His hand pauses just above the waistline of my bottoms, and every bit of untamed need carved into his features is dust in the wind within a heartbeat. I reel at the loss of warmth as he pulls away. I try to reach out for him, to tug him back and wipe that awful indifferent look off his face again. But he’s already kicking out the fire and propping himself up against a thick pine tree. My stomach churns wildly as I set up my own sleeping situation. The silence is worse than any I’ve sat through—it’s charged with words better left unspoken, and heavy with the weight of our hands all over each other seconds ago. 

Sleep does not come easy to me, but when it does, I sleep dreamless and weary.

END PART 1

a/n: how was thatttt? i've been looking forward to doing a high fantasy/faerie fanfic for sooo long. i'm sorry to leave you off like that but.. know that I am plotting, and planning. i'm already working on part 2, so stay tuned!!

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Bang Chan x fem!reader

Warning: cursing, injury, kissing

Genre: angst, fluff

Summary: When Chris misses a dinner you were looking forward to, it makes you question your relationship. A fight ensues and it makes both of you regret a lot of things.

You couldn't stop the tears that seemed to cascade down your cheeks. Your heart felt heavy and an ache had settled over your chest. You refused to meet his eye.

'Y/N. Come on, you know how -' Chris wanted to tell you that he hadn't forgotten. He wanted to tell you that you meant the world to him. That he loved only you. But he knew that at this particular moment, nothing looked right.

You wouldn't talk to him and you wouldn't stop crying. The only sound in the room was that of your sniffs and little sobs.

'Baby, please.' Chris pleaded, taking a step closer. He tried to touch you, but you hissed at him not to even think of it.

'I'm so done, Christopher. I'm so fucking done with being your second option. I'm DONE.' You say, standing up and facing him. 'You can go and serve your boys and their girlfriends freely. I'm not gonna hold you back.'

'Y/N, don't be ridiculous!' Chris said, your choice of words annoying him.

'Oh I'm ridiculous? You think I'm ridiculous?! Wow.' Your sadness was turning into anger now. You wanted to hurt him. You wanted him to feel how hurt you were.

'Baby, she was sick. She wanted help. I didn't mean to stand you up. At the hospital, she didn't have anyone else to help her-' Chris said, knowing very well that this is only going to fuel your anger more.

'And why is that? Because she had a fight with her boyfriend and was too proud to call him for help? Seriously, Bang Chan. You are something else.' You snap.

Chris flinches at how you call him Bang Chan. But he doesn't say anything.

'My sister wanted to meet you, Chris. She came all the way here to meet you and you went to do what? I just don't understand.' You say, fresh tears making an appearance. 'You could've come for like 5 minutes. You decided to not even call me. Shows the kind of commitment you have towards me and our relationship.'

'Baby, please don't! I spoke to your sister and I apologized a hundred times for missing out. I feel bad for this, but I swear I didn't do it on purpose.' Chris said, sadly. 'Please forgive me.'

'No. I don't want to. I feel like an idiot for always putting you first. I didn't even go home for my last holiday because it was the only time YOU had time. And this is what you do to me. For a girl who refuses to even acknowledge my presence in your life. You should go be with her.'

'Y/N, we work together! She's nothing more than my colleague!' Chris snapped. 'She fainted for fucks sake!'

'I don't give a fuck.' You snap back. 'Why don't you just go and wipe her nose or something. Since she's so sick.'

'That's enough, Y/N.' He said, voice low and laced with anger. 'No more.'

'You make me want to vomit, Chris. Just, just-' You shake your head and walk to the door.

'Where are you going?' Chris asked, glancing at the clock. 'It's almost 1, Y/N.'

'What's it to you?' You ask with a scoff. 'If I stand here and listen to you for one more minute, I'll lose my mind.'

With that, you start walking out and towards the elevator. Sighing, Chris follows you.

'Baby, what's this behavior?' Chris asks, clearly exhausted now. 'I'm sorry. I really am.'

You ignore him. The jealousy and anger were at its peak now. You were usually a very forgiving person, but this was not such a situation. You were so excited for your sister to meet Chris. And your sister was very very excited to meet him, more so since she was a Stay since before you met Chris. And he fucks it all up.

You were blind with rage and the elevator seemed to take forever to just come and huffing with irritation, you make your way to the stairs. You were willing to go down 10 floors of stairs just to get away from Chris.

'Y/N, come on. What do you want me to do? Hm? What can I do to fix this?' Chris asked, following you again.

He grabs your arm as you were about to go down the stairs. He gave you a pleading look. He knew it always melted your heart.

'Are you really gonna play with my feelings right now, Bang Chan? Really?' You ask, your voice shaking with emotion. 'You wanna fix this? Why don't you go back in time and choose me over some random girl? Hm? Can you do that?'

'Baby, I'm so so so sorry. I promise I've learned my lesson. I will never-'

'Save it. It's all just words anyway.' You say and pull your arm away from his forcefully. What you forget is that you were standing at the edge of the staircase, and the force of your actions had you falling back, tumbling down the stairs.

Your eyes widen and you scream as you fall. Chris tries to grab you, screaming your name, but you were already falling. Your hand twisted in a funny way and it hurt so much, you didn't even know what was happening. You hit your head on the edge of a step and your spine on another. Everything seemed to blur as the pain took over. Chris had stopped your fall midway, but the damage was done.

He had you in his arms, and he was calling your name loudly, patting your cheek lightly.

'Y/N?! Baby, stay with me!'

You could see the tears on his face and the way his hands shook as he took out his phone and called an ambulance. The look of fear and desperation flickered over his handsome face. And your own thoughts flickering over your head, and you were way too tired all of a sudden. You didn't want to let go. You didn't want to pass out. Everything hurt so much you were afraid you wouldn't open your eyes again. You wanted to tell him that you were sorry. But your body wasn't in sync with you anymore.

You lost your consciousness halfway through his conversation with Minho. Chris cried so hard, trying to shake you awake. Your hand was a deep blue and swollen just below the elbow. There was a bruise forming over your cheekbone too. And one of your knees was bleeding.

Minho came running down the stairs in a few minutes, looking aghast and looking at you with worried eyes.

'What the hell happened?! Oh my God!' He didn't even know what to say.

The ambulance was there soon and you were taken to a hospital nearby. Chris kept crying and blaming himself for everything. If he hadn't missed dinner with your sister, everything would still be ok. You would be fine. He sat crumbled on one of the chairs outside the examination room, head pounding and feeling totally lost.

When you woke up the next day, the only one you wanted was Chris. He didn't sleep throughout the night, sitting by your bed, refusing to leave or even move from there. Finally when you opened your eyes and said his name, he was crying again, kissing your cheeks and face and apologizing repeatedly.

Minho on the other hand tried to talk to anyone who seemed to go in or out of your room. Finally the doctor was there and he said that you were doing ok. A broken hand and some bruises for now. But since you had hit your head pretty bad, so you could have a concussion. You hadn't woken up yet, so they wanted to wait and see.

'I'm sorry, Chris' you mumbled. 'I'm so sorry.'

'No no no' he said, 'You did nothing wrong. I promise I will never make you cry again. I promise.'

'I love you.' You say and when Chris kisses you, you try to smile through the pain. 'I'm glad I still have my boyfriend here to take care of me, even if we're fighting. Unlike your poor friend.'

Chris had to laugh at that.

'I'm always gonna be here for you. No matter what. Even if we fight. Or you stop wanting me. I will still always be here for you.' He said softly.

'I'll never stop wanting you.' You let him know and he nods, kissing you again.

The door opened and Minho steps in.

'Oh look who's awake!' He said brightly, setting down the food he had gone to get. 'How are you sweetie? They boys are dying to come and meet you, but i told them to wait till you are awake.'

'Not great' you say, pouting. But you smile when he hands you your favorite Leebit plushie (it was no secret that he was your bias!).

'Well, it should be some comfort to know that he cried for 10 hours straight.' Minho said, looking at Chris. His eyes were bloodshot and the lids so swollen and pink. 'He's never gonna leave you alone now. You have no idea what you've done.'

You look at Chris, and hold his hand tighter. Chris kissed your hand softly, smiling.

'Chris, we're at the airport. Now will be a good time to tell me where we're going.' You said, giving your boyfriend a look. 'Come on!!!'

Your arm was finally out of the cast and he had been waiting for this day. Bags were already packed and ready. Minho had dropped you both at the airport and he was still not saying anything.

'Christopher.'

'Patience baby'

You sigh.

But in another few minutes, you knew. You didn't say anything, afraid that you would start crying. It broke your heart a bit, but it made your heart swell with love for your lovely boyfriend. Chris just smiled and kissed you as he saw the realization on your face.

After a few hours of flying, your sister met you at the airport, throwing her arms around you and fangirling over Chris, who gave her a shy smile.

'So you didn't know?' She asked as she drove you all home.

'Nope.' You said, shaking your head.

'Aww, this is so cute!' She said, giving Chris a grateful smile. 'Mum and dad are so excited to meet you Chris. You're finally bringing him home!'

Later that night, you pull Chris into your old bedroom and kiss the hell out of him, not giving him a chance to breathe or say anything at all. And when you finally let him go, he gives you a look filled with so much love and adoration - you knew he was your happily ever after.

Chris was so shy in front of your parents, and they were so happy to finally meet the man who had stolen their daughter's heart. Initially they were doubtful about you dating a man from a different country, and a celebrity on top of that. They were worried that you would struggle with the culture difference and you would be homesick. Deciding to stay back in Korea had been a big decision for you as you had never been so far away from your family before. And now, your parents could see why. You were in love and he obviously made you really happy.

It melted your heart, seeing him mingling with your family so well. And it made you so needy for him.

a/n: I'm sorry, I love torturing myself with these angsty scenarios 😭

#skz #stray kids #skz stay #chris bang #christopher bang #bang chan #bang chan x reader #bang chan x you #bang chan x y/n #bang chan x female reader #skz x reader #skz x you #skz x y/n #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x you #stray kids x reader

[redcherrykook]

𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙯𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙨 4!

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College Photography Teacher!Jungkook x Student!Reader

27 year old, stupidly handsome asshole teacher Mr. Jeon has absolutely no human decency, he believes your victim complex is what keeps you from ever achieving anything, letting people use you as a bridge. When something unexpected happens, the ice starts to melt as a foreign word called "empathy" enters his egocentric lense. Maybe he will finally manage to teach you a lesson now, since you keep failing his class.

(Mini series)- Episode four!

song recommendation: circles- post malone

Content: Cold, mean, distant, unprofessional Jungkook, hurt, stubborn reader, enemies to lovers, lowkey dramatic, accident happens, mutually beneficial relationship (emotionally), Jk learns a lot from her, Jk is mean but has a soft spot for reader (eventually), 6 year age gap, Reader is from a struggling background, Jk kind of rescues her, happy ending, angst at first, fluff, smut, comedy/crack, bickering, college setting, brief hospital setting

Warnings: swearing, name-calling,mentions of an accident involving a biker, mentions of hospital, mentions of injuries, really mean Jungkook, i promise he gets sweet, mentions of trauma and abuse (non detailed), mental health struggles (semi detailed), arguments

Taglist: @bts-iris @kaeysv

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"Jungkook?" you shout when stepping out of the bathroom, dressed in a pair of baggy, low sitting sweats and a black tanktop that you had taken with you earlier. Appropriate for late night Fried chicken runs. Your voice filling up the empty hallway, no sight of the handsome teacher.

His groan can he heard from behind his bedroom door as he opens it.

"Finally done?", he walks out, a comfortable white hoodie with matching bottoms hanging loosely on his body.

Something about these damn casual clothes just make him look attractive.

It felt like your own little secret, seeing Jungkook outside of his classroom, his perfectly correlated image.

In the comfort of his own home, messy, having just woken up or going out casually.

It made you feel giddy, even if it was not supposed to.

Jungkooks eyes glue on your neckline, collarbones so delicately on display, damp hair sprawled out.

The drops of water dropping on your shirt reminding him of him of the forbidden thoughts tangled in his mind minutes earlier.

Gulping, he points to it "Dry your hair, you´re gonna catch a cold"

"Was gonna ask you for the blow dryer" you say, noticing the way his eyes focus on your cleavage.

No, you're over analyzing things now.

"Let me get it, right here" his inked arm reaching into a cupboard of the bathroom, pulling out a hairdryer and handing it to you.

"Thanks" your smile spread across your face as you dry your hair quickly, Jungkook gathers up his wallet and car keys, waiting for you at the front door.

"Lets go get drunk" you giggle with a fist pumped up into the air, walking past him to put on your shoes on. It had been ages since you had last gotten drunk with someone.

"The shit I do with you hm? How did we even get here" he shakes his head, trying to hide the little smile playing on his pierced lip.

"No idea, but I´m trying to forget all that mess anyways. you ready?" you reply to him, opening the front door to make your way to his car.

Buckled in, excited to loosen up a bit, you hit the radio to play.

The thrid time´s a charm right?

"Yeah no shut it off" he says, reaching to turn it off with his free hand.

"Nope. Only now please, not even the ride back, Are you allergic to music?" you slap his hand away, chuckling and waiting for the news segment on the radio to conclude.

"You´re in my car idiot, turn the radio off" he groans, his face beaming with annoyance.

Instead of responding and complying to his wishes, you turn up the volume and start singing along to the song playing, arms swaying in motion as happiness fills your body up. Being around Jungkook made you able to stop worrying so much about everything, you enjoyed a moment like this. Devoid of any care in the world, any problems or uncertainty.

Glancing over to him, his eyes locked on to the road with his lips tugging back a grin.

"See? not too bad" you tease while continuing to sway to the music.

"Horrible actually, your awfully off key singing just makes it worse. Check if my ears are bleeding i feel you´re ruining them"

"Drama queen. I´m a music major, I know i can sing stop pretending" your eyes roll, looking out of the window as the next song plays. he scoffs, secretly waiting for you to resume your screeching.

Instead of singing your heart out, you hum lowly to the soft vocals playing in the car. Jungkook snorts suddenly, making you shoot him a look of anger.

"Took that to heart? Keep singing idiot, you sound fine" his eyes move to yours in an attempt to show he´s just fooling around with you, while also pulling into the drive through of the chicken place.

"You suck. I forgive you because you´re buying me food" your hands reach for the radio, turning it off to make the employee hear Jungkook´s order. He smirks slightly, shifting in his seat to turn to you. With the way he´s looking at you, you expect him to say something serious.

"Ridiculous" is all he says before placing the order.

"Are we going to get soju from a convenience store?" You ask him, noticing he's driving back in the direction of his place.

"Yeah, its closer to me. I'll let you pick the flavors even" his voice in a low but playful tone.

"That´s crazy you're sooo sweet" obviously sarcastic you touch his shoulder, eyes squinting at him.

He grins, "I'm doing great at being nice aren't i? Come on, we need to get out here" he says when parking on the side of the street.

The store had many, many flavors. You examine each one carefully, wisely choosing which one fits the current vibe of well, getting drunk with an unexpected new friend who you happen to live with now. All the while, Jungkook is peacefully clutching hands full of snacks and ramyeon.

"I think ill take two melon, one strawberry and one peach. Sound good?" You mumble, looking over at him.

Immediately you start to laugh, he is standing there looking like a hungry kid left alone in the snack aisle. Tightly gripping on to as many snacks his large hands could hold on to. To capture this hilarious moment, you pull out your phone to snap a pic.

Rolling his eyes at your gesture, he nods, "Take one more peach, i like that one the best" he adds, already scanning his snacks at self check out.

"Noted" you reply, grabbing one more peach soju and setting down the five bottles of liquor for him to scan.

When he does, you walk back to the car, a bag full of alcohol, snacks and ramyeon in Jungkook's hand.

This was going to be a long night

"I guess we're calling in sick tomorrow?" He says, pulling the car out of the parking spot and driving back to his apartment.

"Naah, we'll be fine, right? Or are you a lightweight?" you smirk at him playfully, knowing very well that four shots are enough to get you very tipsy.

"Unfortunately that is one of the very few flaws i have. Don't act like you're all hard-core huh" he scoffs, remembering how horrible his last time being drunk went. He completely lost his mind. Drank way more than he should have and ended up waking up at some random girl's couch, next to two other men.

25 was definitely a crazy age for Jungkook, lesson learned.

That is however, also how he met his best friend Mingyu. Him being one of the other guys on this woman's couch.

That's a story for another day.

"Mister perfect over here. Yeah yeah, i'm also a light weight. But I'm a funny drunk"

His eyebrows furrow, "funny drunk?" he asks

"Yeah, like when i'm drunk i get super funny and unserious. Some people are angry drunks or emotional drunks" you explain, your eyes focused on the steering wheel. Studying the way his hand wraps around it, his fingers tapping against the smooth leather whenever he stopps the car.

He hums in return,

"Which one are you?" you ask him curiously, imagining what it would be like if he was also a funny drunk, dancing on his living room table or cracking up at something stupid.

It's not nearly as impossible to imagine as when you had first met him. After this past week of spontaneously getting to know parts of him, he is not actually as boring as initially anticipated.

Still, the thought seems particularly interesting, maybe a little over exaggerated.

"Don´t know. I guess we'll find out today" he says shrugging, his lips curving into a small, meaningless smile.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

"Wahhh finally" you exclaim, letting out a huff of air when setting down the bottles of soju on the table along with the food and some snacks.

You plop down on his couch dramatically, waiting for him to sit down next to you. He does exactly that, opening one of the peach soju bottles and pouring both of you a shot.

Slowly, you reach for his hand to place the small glass in your fingers, focused on the millisecond his hand would graze yours. He hands it to you carefully before taking his own glass in his hands.

"What do you wanna toast to?" He asks, leaning back against his couch. His legs are spread, his right arm supporting his head by propping it up on a cushion.

"Gosh i can't pick one, there's so much that happend" you giggle, zoning out while looking at the table and remembering how you were hit by the biker, how you had an argument with him, the day of getting kicked out and much more.

He snaps you out of your flashbacks, "You're trying to forget all that right? Stand above it?" his question makes you nod at him.

"Then lets just toast to a new chapter" he says blankly, his eyes moving to yours, awaiting approval.

"Sure, good idea" you smile slightly, extending your arm forward to meet him in the middle as he does the same, glasses clinking together.

You pour the shot down, the alcohol slightly burning your throat in a delicious, satisfying way. It truly felt like things had gotten better.

Washing away whatever has led you here in the first place.

He does the same, his hair falling behind him messily, his neck beautifully on display as he swallows down the shot.

"So? Good right, told you this flavor is it" he says, waiting for you to say something in return. His hands reach to take his glasses off, revealing all of his softened face to your wandering eyes.

"Tastes sweet" mindlessly licking your lips, savoring the remains of alcohol on them, you look into his eyes.

You watch them go down where your tongue had just been before, shooting back up again quickly.

"Lets eat im hungry" you fake whine, setting down the glass and opening up the bag of food.

Jungkook groans in return, reaching to take out some food as well.

"Always so impatient"

The time passes rather quickly. Soon the food was finished, both of you had already drunken one soju bottle each, the next one already half empty, opened on the table.

"You know.." you say, tipsy and with a wide smile sprawled across your face. Cheeks flushed pink from the liqour you consumed.

Lightweight indeed.

Jungkook tilts his head, listening to you closely.

"I'm reaaallllly thankful for you kook" you giggle, the nickname just naturally spilling out from your lips. Your vision is blurry, but you´re almost certain you see a smile creep up his face.

He notices it too, feeling his heart turn warmer as his brain gets irritated at the feeling. To try and conceal his painfully loud heartbeat, he reaches to pour another shot. Throwing it back into his mouth, right after doing the same with the second one.

"Me tooooo" you laugh, reaching forward with grabby hands, trying to take the bottle away from him.

He stops you, pushing your arm back down, noticing his body becoming more dizzy and uncorrelated.

"You've had enough idiot, no more drinking for you" his voice is low and sultry, his eyes remaining glued to the smile on your face, not a serious thought behind your red and glazed eyes.

You´re a funny drunk for sure.

"Okay thennn but, kook?" You question, scooting closer to him on the couch. He winces at the nickname, it's not easy to ignore when you keep calling him that, keep reminding him of that feeling in his chest.

He stiffens up at your proximity, feeling the need to run away from this.

But he simply can not bring himself to do so.

"Hm?" he says, setting the bottle down and waiting for your question. He expects something stupid and senseless, his mind growing more fuzzy as the soju's effect kicks in.

"Why are you always so mean? I learned once in psychology class... you know.. people are mean to protect themselves" you slur, tugging playfully on his hoodie when asking the question.

He pulls his arm away, looking at the table and scoffing.

"Come onnn you know sooooo much about me too jungkook" you´re back to giggling again, the wide and drunken smile still spread on your face.

He takes another shot to prepare himself for this uncomfortable conversation, if he was even to engage in it.

Just in case.

The thoughts in his head are blurry, raw in emotion and unclear all at once. Memories of his past resurfacing in a haze, reminding him of the scars he carries within him.

Whether from the alcohol or the questions, his eyes become glossy.

"Had a bad upbringing, got bullied and beat a lot for stupid shit like my interests" his voice starting to slur out lowly, shaking his head at the memory of his hometown school. Jungkook sighs before taking a deep breath.

"Made me toughen up i guess" he says, his eyes wandering to meet your face again.

You were not smiling anymore, instead a big overly expressing pout on your lips. Mumbling a couple "M'so sorry kook"

He nods, ready to change the topic.

"You've a gooooood heart. Promise"

Your hands are both pressed against his chest, firmly.

Your touch feels like fire on his body, even if covered by a thick piece of clothing, he can feel it. He can feel every crevice of your skin slowly imprinting on his chest. Your words only leave behind a bigger mark, staining his brain with them.

Instead of pulling away, his eyes glue to you, remembering to engrave this moment into his mind, hoping it would still be there once he sobers up.

As he stares, he can't help but bite his lip at you flushes cheeks, how soft your hair looks, slightly draping on your lazy smile.

Suddenly, you take your hands off his chest, hugging them around yourself, dramatically shivering.

"Aahgg, so cold. Wow, are we in the arctics?" you laugh wholeheartedly at your stupid joke, convinced it must be the funniest thing you had ever said.

For the first time in a while, Jungkook acts before he thinks. Excusing it by his clouded state of mind, confident he can blame it all on the alcohol, not on his feelings.

He pulls his white hoodie above his head, leaving him in a tanktop. Without hesistation, he pulls you closer. So close, your knees are on top of his thighs, one more move and you would be sitting on his lap.

He puts the hoodie over you gently, telling you to push your arms up the sleeves.

You comply, laughing loudly.

He smiles when you get stuck in the hood,so he reaches to pull it down, revealing your messy haired head inches away from his own.

The world freezes and becomes yours only.

His face inches closer to yours, looking into your eyes softly. Your breath is quiet on his face as you are stood still, a small smile hung up on your lips. Screaming to be kissed, screaming for him to close the distance.

You might be drunk, but you aren't wasted.

Jungkook's face looks even more beautiful up close, the scar on his cheek perfecting his features, his sharp eyes looking at you as big, brown, doe ones instead.

He looks at you like you hung up the stares for him.

Your heart is clenching at the closeness, the moment feels eternal, only one more second until you would break all you had known and get what you had wanted most right now.

Jungkook licks his lip piercing, pulling away from you before clearing his throat.

It was almost like you could hear your heart shatter if you had listend close enough.

Foolish little me.

"We're both too drunk. Come on, let's get you into bed" he smiles at you softly, standing up wobbly and reaching his arm out to help you.

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The alarm rings, causing Jungkook to wake up. Still on his couch, a annoyingly heavy feeling on his head.

Stupid hangovers.

Turning off the alarm he sits up, staring at the messy table before him. Three empty bottles of soju laughing at him for his stupidity.

Nothing goes right when he drinks.

He rubs his head in annoyance, noticing that he is not wearing his hoodie.

Memories of your face close to his, your hand on his chest, flashing in his mind.

Get yourself together, Jungkook, that's all meaningless. You can't keep flirting with your student.

Groggyly he calls into the office, announcing his absence for the day before cleaning up the mess that yesterday's night has left.

Throwing out the empty containers of food, gathering the two left over bottles and putting them into the fridge.

When taking the last steps to a clean living room, still thinking about the way your voice sounded saying his name yesterday, he knocks over an empty bottle of soju.

Crash.

You shoot up from the loud noise, immediately groaning at the penetrating headache that was the result of yesterdays escapades.

Should've known better.

When rubbing your eyes and yawning, you quickly walk out to room to look for the noise, spotting Jungkook crouched down, cleaning up the shattered glass.

"Ah fuck. Sorry i woke you up" he says, voice still raspy from sleep, turning his body to look at you. You stood there, sleepy and still in his comically large hoodie.

He wanted to stop thinking about you.

"Yeah its okay, you good? What time is it?" You stretch your arms up, only now noticing that you're still wearing his clothes.

Remembering the way you wanted him to kiss you just hours earlier.

"I´m good. Its dawn crack in the fucking morning because i thought I would be able to work today. No way in hell am i leaving this house" he groans, throwing away the glass shards.

You hum, awkwardly creating silence between the both of you.

Luckily he breaks it soon enough.

"Nice dress you got there" he remarks with a smirk, obviously making fun of you.

You scoff, pulling the hoodie over your head and throwing it at him.

He chuckles briefly at your actions, remembering how he threw a shirt at you before.

"Fair enough" he mumbles as you walk past him to the bathroom,

"Emotional" stopping next to him to pat his shoulder.

He glances at you, confused

"Are you talking in riddles to piss me off?"

"You're an emotional drunk, kook" you say, closing the door on him once again.

When having done your morning pee and it's time for you to walk back out of the bathroom, he´s sat on the couch.

"Why are you calling me by a nickname so suddenly?" he blurts out, his eyes sternly glaring at you. You scoff, wondering why he's so worked up about it.

Jungkook wanted nothing more than to forget what had happened, to not have to confront his feelings.

But if you were gonna call him 'kook', he would be constantly reminded of it.

Even if he liked the way it sounded, replaying in his mind.

"Because it suits you" your reply seems to anger him even more, unsure what you meant by your words.

"I'm not your little friend y/n. Don't get to comfortable" he spits out rudely, fully regretting it the moment his words leave his mouth.

Why was it so difficult to ignore you?

You roll your eyes at him, not taking it to heart. Well aware he's just saying things to hurt you.

After the way he opened up yesterday, even if drunk, you trusted him.

Trusted that he trusted you too.

His defenses are hard to lower, but you want to. Even if that means sometimes taking hits.

Jungkook needed someone to understand him, just like you needed someone like him as well.

Someone that accepts the way you are, while trying to help ypu change into a better version of you.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to strike a nerve" you reply casually, walking into the kitchen.

"I'm cooking hangover soup. If you're done being an asshole go get you some" your voice shouting from the kitchen.

"Whatever" he says, laying back down on the couch.

Googling up a recipe, you began cooking, occasionally looking at Jungkook passed out once again on his couch.

"Ridiculous" you huff out, lips pursed.

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"I'm NOT going to do that, no way Taehyung" you laugh at the guy in front of you.

Two days have passed since drinking with Jungkook. It's now friday afternoon, you're sitting in the library with the freshmen from the orientation.

Taehyung came up to you after class, asking to study for a test together. He´d been eyeing you ever since, still calling you ´´pretty´´ instead of your actual name.

The days have passed as normal, bickering with Jungkook and talking about things here and there.

You would be lying if you said that it hasn't been a little awkward.

It was getting harder to ignore the way you felt when Jungkook was around you, the way his strong veiny hands looked, the way he groaned at his laptop, adjusting his glasses.

How you wanted to trace every line of his sleeve tattoo.

The way you smelled his shirt he had given you to sleep in.

He was slightly more distant, restraining himself countless of times.

From thinking about you, wrapped around him.

"What? Why not. It's just a party" Taehyung smiles, closing down his laptop and taking a sip of his drink.

"Exactly. A freshmen party. I'm not a fan of parties, i pass. Hope you'll have fun though" you give him a thumbs up, shaking your head.

It was obvious that Taehyung wanted to take you there to get a chance at getting in your pants.

After seeing him on campus, he was always talking to some girl. It had only been two days that you hung out, counting today.

His flirty personality making it evident that although he could potentially be a good friend,

He was definitely not looking to date you.

Or anyone at all.

"A shame. You're kinda boring. Cute, but boring" he winks, packing up his stuff with you following suit.

"Thanks you party animal. Can't wait to hear about how many girls you've slept with after. Text me yeah? Stay safe" pulling him into a hug, you both walk outside of the library.

"Okay mom, will do"

Your face scrunches up in disgust at the nickname,

"Never do that again" you say hitting his arm, earning a loud laugh from him

Once you made sure Taehyung has left your eyesight, you walk behind the building to get into Jungkook's car.

Two minutes past the agreed upon time, you find him biting the inside of his cheek in annoyance.

"Hey, sorry I'm a wee bit late. Had to fight off demons" you joke while buckling in your seat.

"What happened this time?" Jungkook's eyebrow lifts curiously, he remembered Taehyung stopping you at the end of his class.

The thought pissed him off heavily,

"I was studying with Taehyung but he wanted me to come to a party with him" you explain, watching as his eyes darken and his hand tightening on the steering wheel.

"Is that so?" his voice sounding husky, "Are you going? I need to be prepared if i have to come pick you up disguised" he scoffs, looking out the window.

"Of course not. He's just saying that to get me tipsy in hopes of getting in bed with me" you giggle, amused by Jungkook's reaction.

When he stays silent, you decide to tease him.

"What? You look like something's bothering you kook" purposely using his nickname to push his buttons further.

His eyes look down at you, licking the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

"Yeah? You're bothering me. I don´t wanna hear about some college boy in your pants, none of my business" he says, driving off to his apartment.

Another lie passing his lips, he definitely cared if you were going to sleep with some campus playboy.

Surpised at the fact he's not fighting you on the nickname, you decide to test your limits. Pushing his buttons could end up in a fight, if not, the smile he gives will have made it worth the risk.

"I told him to text me how many girls he'll sleep with. What do you think kook? Im guessing four" you nervously watch his features, concentrating on any changes that might indicate anger or annoyance.

"You're gross. I'm not playing that game with you. Also, i know exactly what you're trying to do. I don't mind the nickname, stupid"

You smile at his reaction, patting his shoulder,

"Good. I wouldn't have stopped using it anyways"

#jeon jungkook #jungkook angst #jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jungkook au #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff #jungkook x you #jungkook x y/n #redcherrykook #jungkook bts #bts jungkook #bts fluff #bts fanfic #bts fic

[thisnightissparkling089]

If you could rewrite 5 chenford scenes, what would they be and why? 😊❤️

Oh my gosh, I love this question, thank you!

After much thought, here we have it

1.) The Laundry Room hook up (or lack there of...)

Look, if there were ever a scene that needs to be rewritten, it's this one right here!! Without a doubt. This was absolutely the first thing that came to mind.

The first time I saw this scene unfold, I felt like an absolute idiot😅 when Chen says, "Wait. Lock the door first." And then it just ended, I was like ???? My husband goes, "They're going to hook up." Are they?? Because that was not obvious! I stupidly thought she was meant like lock the door when you get home or something. I don't know😅

What needed to happen IMO:

"Wait. Lock the door first."

Tim's eyes widen in surprise, but he quickly gets the picture. He walks backward to the door, his gaze never leaving Lucy's, before flipping the lock between his fingers.

He saunters back over to her, his hands and lips on her instantly, touching every bit of skin he can get his hands on.

He backs Lucy up until she hits the washing machine, and effortlessly, Tim lifts her up onto the machine.

They pull back from each other, and Tim rests his forehead against Lucy's, their labored breathing the only sound to be heard.

Tim leans back in to kiss her as he begins to unzip Lucy's jacket.

Fade to black...

2.) Tim and Lucy's first time

Listen, it was great for what it was. It's pretty much the only heat we've ever gotten on this show in 6 seasons. So I don't have a lot of notes.

The one thing I would have changed/added, was Tim's discovery that Lucy kept her DOD tattoo, which, although not confirmed, is canon in my mind.

I really feel like we needed a scene where either mid hookup Tim brushes against her tattoo and Lucy gasps, and they have a conversation about it, and she gives Tim permission to touch it.

OR

A scene post hook up where they're snuggling in bed and Tim says "you kept the tattoo" and they have a conversation from there.

Either way, I'd just like some confirmation that she kept it.

3.) The kiss that could have been, interrupted by Wesley's phone call.

I think I speak for all of us in the Chenford fandom when I say we were all on the edge of our seats that episode. There were no words needed, it was all in their eyes! Lucy's especially!

I would have loved to see the start of a hook up. Both Tim and Lucy were dealing with grief and trauma and I could picture Lucy looking up at Tim and saying, "I just need to feel alive again. Even if only for a little bit."

I actually still would have been okay with Wesley's phone call interrupting them, but after they at least shared a kiss. I think it really would have added to the stakes in their relationship and can see Tim trying to dismiss the whole thing as Lucy being lost in her grief and how he was wrong to even entertain the idea and to just drop it. Which, as we all know, shs never would. Lucy Chen drops nothing.

4.) "Freak in the Sheets" comment

I feel like this is an unpopular opinion, but I found this comment sooo cringy😬 I'm sorry, I can't help it.

I feel like the writers know they don't give us anything physical, so they try to add in comments like this as a way to make up for it, but it comes off so juvenile and cringy in my opinion. Like, it's (supposed to be anyway) a show geared toward adults. You can show physical intimacy tastefully. These off handed comments just aren't my style.

I appreciated the joking nature and how it showed they were in a place where they could joke with each other, but I could have done without that comment.

5.) Tim sitting in his truck during the stake out, unable to answer Lucy's calls or texts.

I would have loved a throwback to S1 where Tim, waiting for Isabel's UC op, is watching a video of the two of them right before they get married.

A moment where Tim thumbs through his photo gallery, looking through he and Lucy's pictures together and fighting internally to reach out to her, knowing he can't and needs to protect her.

Like, we obviously know what's at stake, but seeing pictures of them together in that moment would have brought it to the next level IMO.

Whewww, thank you again, this was fun!

#the rookie #chenford #anon ask #asks #ask me anything #chenford rewrite #lucy chen #tim bradford

[chukys-mouthguard]

18 and 22 fluff for Matt Rempe

Prompts: “I don’t care about anything but you.” + “For you, I’ll take on any challenge.”

Note: I don’t actually think Matt is that bad of a cook, but like he’d definitely be clumsy in the kitchen, especially if it’s something a little more complicated

“Matt, please, I don’t care what was said, he’s just being an idiot.”

Pulling Matt from the bar, you tried your best to cool him off. A drunken guy making some smartass comments had pushed Matt to his breaking point, luckily you’d stepped in before a fight broke out.

“Y/n, if you heard him I guarantee you’d care. Fucking asshole, I should’ve punched him square in the jaw.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself as the two of you climbed into your car, deciding it was time to call it a night. Though you loved that Matt stood up for you and protected you, a bar fight was not something he needed to add to his resume. Plenty of fights taking place for him on the ice so far this season.

“I don’t care about anything but you, and the last thing you need is getting called into Laviolette’s office tomorrow to plead your case of why they shouldn’t sit you for getting into a bar fight.”

The two of you chuckling, knowing it definitely wouldn’t have been a good phone call to receive had Matt done anything reckless at the bar. Especially with how he had finally earned the opportunity for more ice time. Getting on Laviolette’s good side wasn’t easy, and Matt definitely didn’t need to do anything to fuck it up.

“Okay but, I’m sure he would appreciate me sticking up for my girlfriend.”

“Oh I’m sure, anyone would say you did your job. I’m so very appreciative of you babe. But, you know what a challenge it was to even get to where you are now. And I’m so fucking proud of you. So let’s not worry about little drunken fools at a bar, you’ve got bigger things in your sights!”

You flashed him a smile as you took his hand in yours, locking your fingers with his as he smiled himself.

“For you, I’ll take on any challenge. And if that involves pleading my case for a littleeee punch to a drunken guys jaw, I’d do it.”

“Matthew Rempe no! That is what we are not doing!” Throwing your hands in the air as you laughed, Matt shrugged with a goofy grin.

“How about this challenge….when we get home, try not to take a twenty minute shower and use up all the hot water. And, let me fall asleep before you so your snoring doesn’t keep me awake all night. Can you take on that challenge for me?”

Matt flashed you a grumpy look, “but y/n…I’m a giant, I’ve got a lot of body to wash.”

“Matthew Rempe I hear you half the time singing in that shower, you’re not fooling me! I know you could easily be in and out in like ten minutes, maybe even less.”

“Okay fine, ten minute limit. And if I can’t do it, then I’ll cook breakfast in the morning.”

Your eyes widening as you thought back to the last time he’d cooked breakfast, and you use the term cook loosely. This boy could possibly be the only human being to screw up cereal. His scrambled eggs were practically still raw, his bacon burnt to a crisp, and his pancakes were still liquid in the middles.

“Babe, I love you to death, but eating your breakfast is not a challenge I’m willing to take on.”

“Okay well coffee, I can make the coffee.”

Shooting him a nervous look he cackled out loud, a bit offended at your lack of faith in his abilities to use a keurig.

“Okay fine! I’ll have coffee delivered, no way I can screw that up!”

#matt rempe #nhl imagine #nhl fics #matt rempe fic #nhl fanfiction #hockey fic #hockey imagine #matt rempe blurb #matt rempe imagine #nhl blurb

[dark-konohagakure2]

Sasori x terrified female

They had fought before and she somehow wins. She thinks Sasori dies but in reality he ia angry and wants revange.

tw: noncon, fear play, misogyny, face-fucking, age difference, degradation, hate-fucking, breath play, sadism

All characters depicted are 18+

There are two things Sasori hates; being kept waiting, and losing, much less losing to a little girl around fifteen years his junior. Never in Sasori's nearly fourty years of life has he been "beaten" and. He is mad.

Of course she didn't actually beat him, but she came pretty damn close, and that's more than enough to draw Sasori's ire. Sasori's anger is contained yet clearly visible, his face will still be a mask of indifference, but his eyes will be wide in an unnerving and almost unhinged manner, letting her see just how badly she messed up.

Sasori is easily able to overpower her in her current terrified state, his wooden hands roughly gripping her face as he intensely stares into her eyes in complete silence for what feels like forever, despite his lack of words, he makes it clear with his actions what he plans to do to her.

She's so terrified that she doesn't realize what he's about to do before it's too late, and Sasori's cock is already crammed down her throat, the taste of wood and a man's natural taste fill her mouth as he begins to roughly fuck her face, only speaking to threaten and admonish her, his voice every so slightly strained.

"Idiot. Stupid, stupid girl. Did you think I'd be that easy to beat? Well now I'm about to show you what true defeat tastes like."

Sasori's movements are almost mechanical as he shoves her head up and down his cock, his pelvis roughly smashing against her face with each thrust, he wants her to really taste defeat, and he'll do so by forcing her to choke on his cock over and over again.

He doesn't give her even a second to collect her bearings, pounding her throat at a breakneck pace, the intensity is nearly enough to make her pass out. Feeling especially sadistic and vengeful, Sasori will even pinch her nose shut as he's face-fucking her, getting a sick kick out of how scared she looks whenever he does it.

Sasori doesn't express much emotion on his face, but he can't help the sick grin that breaks out as he restricts her breathing, bringing her to the brink of unconsciousness before deigning to let her breathe again, he'll repeat this process multiple times as he crams his cock down her throat balls deep, getting to control every aspect of the encounter right down to her very breathing.

Once he's done with her, which will be after a long or short while depending on how pissed he is, Sasori will force her to gulp down every drop of his cum, making sure she understands that as punishment for her insolence, he's now going to make her his permanent cumdump.

"Swallow it all down... good. Now, I was going to be merciful and just kill you, but I think I'll keep you as my own personal puppet forever after all you put me through today..."

Sasori isn't lying when he says he'll make her his puppet, because that's exactly what he'll do. Unlike his usual puppets, Sasori will keep her alive as his personal cumdumpster, and she really can't tell if that's better or worse.

#naruto #naruto shippuden #boruto #naruto smut #naruto x reader #akatsuki #headcanon #naruto headcanons #x reader #reader insert #akatsuki smut #akatsuki x reader #sasori #sasori x reader #sasori smut

[bvnniz]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ : bunny!reader x vox

𝜗𝜚 warnings: NSFW, 18+, cockwarming, slight dd/lg dynamics, reader refers to vox as daddy, usage of vibrator, female reader, she/her pronouns used.

Don’t Get Caught

vox had been on useless business calls all day, he didn’t understand why so many people had to waste his day.

he sighed before loosening his tie “bunny.” he said sternly, he was well aware of the fact you were pretty much always around, even if he couldn’t see you.

that’s when he saw two bunny ears with pink ribbon bows tied to them pop into view from his office door frame before he saw your smiling face. he chuckled, knowing you were in a playful mood and trying not to kill it. “c’mere bun.”

you immediately walked into the room taking your normal spot on vox’s lap “good girl.” he smiled down at you despite his annoyed mood towards his work which caused you to tilt your head

“what’s wrong?” you questioned before wrapping your arms around him. “people are just being idiots per usual little one don’t worry your little bunny head about it.”

“hmph” was all that came out of you as you removed your arms from him and crossed them. “i don’t like when daddy’s upset tho.”

he let out a chuckle “i can’t be upset when i have a little bunny as adorable as you.” you smiled before pressing a kiss onto his screen.

he looked at the time before letting out a sigh “i’m afraid i do gotta send you on your way to go play with your stuffed animals though. i have another call meeting in two minutes.”

you shook your head “you can’t call me here and not give me bunny timeeee.” you whined wrapping your arms back around him. “bunny we can’t you’ve tried before and you can’t stay quiet enough.” you set your head on his shoulder as you tried to think of an idea.

“but it’s just a phone call meeting and they won’t be able to see me and! and! you could just let it be inside me and i promise i won’t move my hips or nothing! please daddy! please! please! please!” he let out a chuckle before thinking about it for a second.

“no moving what-so-ever from you okay? you move even once and i kick you out of here for the day and you have punishment later.” you nodded frantically, your little bunny ears flopping as you did.

you immediately started working on getting his belt off the second he gave you the go ahead, causing a chuckle to leave him. “my eager little baby, can’t even wait for me to be done with work.”

you let out a mhm as you worked on unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, once you finished you put your hands on his shoulders and lifted your hips up so he could help guide you down

he put a hand under your skirt, attempting to take your panties off but being met with you being bare underneath your skirt. “my little whore bunny, walking around with no panties on. really expected daddy to be inside you today hmm?”

you just nodded frantically again as he lowered you down onto his length, letting out a few whimpers as he slid you down the entire way. “you okay little one?” he whispered softly to you as you nodded again putting your head against his shoulder “okay little one no more sounds now though my meetings gonna start in a second.”

and it did, although you were starting to regret making the agreement that you wouldn’t move, only twenty minutes in to his meeting he had gotten bored of the conversation being almost the exact same meeting he had before he called you into his office

but you promised you wouldn’t move, he didn’t promise he wouldn’t make you wanna move. he started playing with your little cotton tail after twenty minutes had passed, a sensitive part of you which he knew almost always made whimpers start to pour out of you.

you looked up at him with pleading eyes as you bit down on your bottom lip to try and hold in your whimpers. you didn’t want it to stop because you felt good but you also didn’t wanna get in trouble for making noise

he looked down and nodded at your pleading eyes, moving his hand off of your tail, although moving them to your bunny ears, playing with the pink bows you always wore on them.

he innocently did that for another twenty minutes, playing with your bows and hair before he had scooted his chair closer to his desk, digging through a desk drawer before pulling a vibrator out.

he’s used the vibrator on you a couple times during meetings, it made almost no noise and he knew when it meant you could be praised from him, you would be quiet

he moved the bottom of his shirt up to your mouth, something you well knew as ‘use this as a gag so you make no noise.’ so you immediately let him put the fabric in your mouth.

he leaned down to your ear, whispering so only you could hear “do not make a noise or you can’t finish for a week little one.” he pulled back waiting for your response to which you just nodded your head

he turned the vibrator on and put it against your clit, he knew he could be mean when he had you cockwarming so he tried to be nice once in a while. especially since you’d been a good girl for him all week. plus he knew you were less likely to break your promise on not moving your hips if you had some sort of stimulation.

it didn’t take long for the bottom of your shirt to be wet from your drool, vox loved to put you on one of the highest settings, especially when you weren’t allowed to make noise. so your shirt was practically soaked from how hard you were trying to keep your moans in

after about ten minutes you had gotten close and you could tell vox’s meeting was gonna end, you tried to hold off, knowing you’d be in trouble for not asking him before finishing.

which is when you finally heard what you wanted to. “i’m off the call now, little one.” he pulled the shirt from between your teeth a moan immediately falling from your lips.

“daddy! please!” you practically yelled, struggling to hold off. “oh my little bunny, we both know you can beg better than that, go ahead beg daddy to let you cum, be daddy’s little good bunny.”

“please daddy! need to cum so badly! please! please! please!” your sentence was barely understandable, your whimpers and moans taking over every time you tried to speak, vox found you pathetic, but he loved when you were acting pathetic for him.

he nodded “go ahead little one, cum on daddy’s cock.” you immediately let go, your back arching and eyes rolling back due to finally getting the release you had been holding onto.

he let the vibrator on you for a few more minutes just to hear the last string of whimpers coming out of you from the overstimulation before taking it off. “i hope you’re not worn out yet little one, you know i can’t be in you this long without fucking you.”

you just smiled up at him, mind blank from your last orgasm. you were in for a loooong night

#hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel #vox x bunny!reader #vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel vox x reader #vox smut #hazbin hotel vox smut

[pichichustudios]

Is it gay to put a ring on your best friend? ;)

#little my is just so done with these idiots #snufmin #moomin #moomintroll #snufkin #little my #moominpapa #moominmama #moominvalley #moomin fanart

[bacchuschucklefuck]

love thinking kipperlilly spends her afterlife looking for lucy in a familiar forest

#not art #fhjy #fhjy spoilers #like. does she have a mean of knowing lucy and yolanda got sent to cassandra's domain to hang out for a bit #kipperlilly's isolation means so much to me. she is punished for everything she's done she just doesn't pick up on it #until the moment she dies! one more funky thing that mirrors riz in which he's actively tried to cultivate a community and denied it #until the bad kids. while kipperlilly does not want or care about a community she just wants someone who validates her #but she does Need a community so she latches onto the person she lets closer to her to fulfill her emotional needs #she took the ritual willingly so this might genuinely be her first death. probably terrifying #probably not even enough bandwidth to feel mortified. maybe immediately seeking something comforting out of instinct alone #lmao honestly thinking too much abt fantasy high afterlifes gives me a headache And a visceral fear #Im not religious but I grew up in a culture with a dominantly buddhist/taoist cosmology its Scary that u just go to A Place after u die!! #and then ur still urself!!! thats scary to me what do u mean u stay like that forever. thats fucked #but yeah I think this influences how I see kipperlilly turn out a little bit. in a sense I think of her as being a ghost now #yknow. trying to solve something from life so she can move on and. stop living this life etc #man the reveal that lucy took being killed pretty seriously and is like yeah the others are decent and even sweet #and probably was just trying to hold her party together and do what she thinks is moral by hearing kipperlilly out #lol lmao etc. gods I gotta wonder how kipperlilly's mindset handled jawbones' help #it really is damn tragic tho. I stand by what I said folks like this will complain and be nasty to be around #but they dont have enough desire to inconvenience themselves to off the bat do something abt what they find unfair or whatever #its when theyre handed the seemingly very easy means to be right that they'll start being dangerous #its horribly tragic that the supposed metaplayer and the self-perceived mastermind turned out to ultimately be just an useful idiot #yknow what. I think personally in my heart kipperlilly moves on from her afterlife the moment she says sorry #doesnt even have to be to lucy but that's probably gonna be who received it #ah.... teenage rebellion. teenage gamejacking

[qulizalfos]

"mike is Just a useless bumbling idiot"

#ik most of the time we're joking about this but #i mean. #mike IS an idiot (hes 15 be so fr) but he is smart too yknow and we cant take that away #its such an important distinction for me #the uselessification of mike wheeler is something that can be so annoying #hello. do you know that he's just as valuable to the supernatural plot as dustin or nancy or anyone else who makes plans #and in terms of like. relationships. he is in such a precarious position SHAKING YOU ALL BY THE SHOULDERS #HE IS TRYING HIS BEST #he's being lied to left right and center and hes lying too you can understand why it looks like hes bad at communication #he's not!! he just needs a minute!!! he can sort this out!! #i will die on my little hill and nobody can stop me. #ik this will flop but i must say it #ok done. send tweet. #feeling pretty spiteful today. ahem #mike wheeler #byler

[marc--chilton]

(mgv) what if like. going into rut was as physical as it was emotional. like, of course the hormones spike, but in turn physical effects include temporary spontaneous muscle growth (which then makes me think...... stretch marks..... wow,,,), higher sperm count, hair that ruffles easier (like how animals bristle to look bigger and scarier, but since humans evolved to not be covered in hair anymore that one is now just a sillier, annoying symptom) etc

i bring this up for the sake of the mental image i wish to bring to the table...... wilson working one more day until he goes on leave for his rut, his hair fluffy and messy despite his best attempts to tame it, his nice ironed shirts straining a little when usually they fit just fine...... he gets flirted with more often than usual and it makes him feel GOOD, being desirable is His Thing, especially right now

#house md #it's still not fair to omegas because heats suck so much harder than ruts #but at least ruts are kind of annoying too #house of course sabotages these potential partners whenever he sees it (which irritates wilson greatly) #even once they're bonded wilson doesn't decline the nice words and little touches #and that Does Not help with house's fear wilson will cheat on HIM just like he's done before #wilson gets flattered if someone straight up comes onto him but he does turn them down bc he would have to be an idiot to cheat on house #oh my god wilson would love to be fought over he's already in the show to be house's bff and look pretty and SOMETIMES talk about cancer #mgv

[tswwwit]

I would love, even if its just its just brief summaries, to know the different thoughts going through bills head throughout the last smut. (mainly when he got the text and when dipper starts just blurting out thoughts and ideas bc i think those moments would be fun to see)

Imagine you're having the shittiest day at work. You're gritting your teeth and hanging onto it by your fingernails, knowing that eventually dealing with this absolutely idiotic, waffling, overstuffed, condescending dipshit of a client will be done with, you'll charge him out the nose for your services - which will probably be, like a hundred dollars, the way this is going! What bullshit. At least afterwards, you can collapse onto the bed and complain to your spouse about it. Which you have been doing, actually, waiting for a decent excuse to bail or check out early.

Then you get a text. And it's your partner saying they got you a brand new console, your favorite pizza - Oh! And a million bucks in untraceable cash - but you might have to kick your shitty client in the nuts so hard his eyes pop out. Does that sound... okay? No pressure or anything.

The reason Bill was a minute later than expected is because even he needed a moment. It was the sheer whiplash from going from Shit to Fucking Amazing.

#answers #Bill went from full on eeueuughhh about his day to practically having hearts floating around him #Perhaps literally depending on the magic situation in the place he was in #In my head Bill was 'hired' by a (shitty) villain and he got out of it by doing a quick betrayal and demanding to be cast out by the 'heros #“I Got THIS to get back to!! You think I wanna keep him waiting???” #He already hovers in his normal triangle form but this man was practically floating with delight heading back to Dipper #A graph of Bill's mood would start out super low then spike sharply at the pic #It then stays super high up with more spikes during all the shenanigans #After the smut they likely get cleaned up. Cuddle. And talk shit about idiots they've had to deal with #Bill Cipher has gone from doing his evil deeds and playing piano to an empty bedroom while raiding his own bar for distraction #To coming home to someone who'll listen to him bitch about his day and absolutely bicker with him about it #Calling him the worst thing in the universe. A scourge upon reality. #The most clever awful bastard. How *dare* he be handsome that's a crime -and frankly Dipper basically did it for him so he can't take credi #And sometimes even saying 'yeah you didn't *entirely* deserve to be screwed over that way. I could have done that *way* better.' #While Bill rests his head in his lap. Having someone listen to him ramble while he gets his hair played with. Lots of really good kisses #Warm. Close. Grossly domestic. But hey! Even *sex* can seem gross if you phrase it weird and *that's* a normal demonic pleasure #Sometimes fun things are just fuckin' FUN y'know?? Even if this one seems weird to other demons #It's. Nice. REALLY nice. #There's absolute no goddamn way he's going back to NOT having this #Even death won't pry it out of his greedy little mitts

[echoesofadream]

so many books on my tbr and also so many books i have started but not finished and im thinking about reading dostojevskij instead

#yes it IS to get closer to theo #i felt this way when i read tgf last time too. and read like first 100 pages of the idiot actually but then stopped bc illiteracy etc #but im thinking i should take advantage of this desire to get to know my theo more personally and read some russian literature #just like he in turn read it to get closer to boris #swag #i should! im rlly close to finishing little women #eel book may wait #other books may wait as welll #and the goldfinch will be like my bible now i read it on a whole othr dimension #will keep it on my nightstand and read excerpts for the rest of my life wont stop me from reading other books #that is if i get it for my birthday (doubtful but i will wish for it). i only have the same library copy now as i had in 2019 #(as in i borrowed again didnt steal it from the library promise) i never buy books but if i am to own one it should be this one #i read at a snails pace but want to read so many things this is difficult but lets not stress it should a fun thing not stressful #if i read a little everyday or try to #then 'completing books' and checking them off my list and feeling idk productive/accomplished or something doesnt matter #it will be like a lifelong open book instead #if that makes sense #that ill never be done with #and thats fun

[imwritesometimes]

in one week it will officially be one year since I finished a fic edited it & posted it hahaha 😵‍💫😖😞😑

#and like. it kills me that. I had this whole fckn idea for a 5+1 recently for one of my north star ships #and I got the notes all done and had the ideas and even dialogue snippets and could see the scenes #but I just. could never make myself get farther than the notes. ever. I couldn't ever get to actually writing it. at all. ever. #and now I've been sick & bedridden for a literal week and I still haven't done ANYTHING with it #before I would have worked on it! I would have worked non stop! I literally cannot be out of bed for longer than 15 minutes #I would have written another 10 chapter idiots to lovers with a whole intricate plot to weave a romance around #that no one asked for #but now #nothing. #to be fair to myself tho I have been so sick I couldn't even activate my new giga pet #I had to quit playing sims cause I got so sick I couldn't go to my desk. the show I was looking forward to debuted and I can't watch it #cause I'm just fuckin dead. wanted to get the new t0mb raider re-release but I'm so sick I couldn't play it #but it's killing me that I can't make myself write. it is like. why won't you do this? you LIKE this? this was once ur fave hobby! #and I'm just also very tired of being confined to bed for a week and I'm going a little nutty can you tell??? #erin explains it all